I am a nobleman in England

"Cough cough cough..."

Arthur, who didn't want to accept this reality, coughed violently, tugging at the wounds on his body and head, pains and pains, making his face paler.

It is said that large expanses of rural scenery, ancient and exquisite buildings, vibrant green plants and flowers, and clear and demure rivers...What about the most romantic and comfortable life of the most desirable British nobility?

Everything is nothing but an illusion of falling into a fairy tale world he imagined...

A tabloid that needs to constantly let the publishing house's meager profits and blood transfusion, and a debt of one million pounds, he wants to drag him to death!

Sell ​​it!Must be sold!

Stay away from debt!

Debt, that is, owing money, this is a modern slavery!

In the past, people could join the work voluntarily. If they were not slaves, they were either farmers or laborers, so they would be controlled by their masters.

But now it is debt, a new slavery system...If you have too much debt, you have to keep working and try to pay it off, whether it is in England or the United States, it is ridiculous that the interest rate is as high as 12% to 25%, but In contrast, when the bank’s loan cost may only be two, three or four percent, this is ridiculous.

So do everything possible to stay away from debt!

But don’t worry. After all, this "Southern Daily Echo" is an important family asset of the Boleyn family and one of the important signs that the Boleyn family is based in today’s British society. It has a history of more than 100 years. Really sell it regardless, he Arthur Bolin may still be ridiculed by people in the aristocratic circle.

"Paul, how much money is available in the account?"

"...There are still less than 60,000 pounds."

Hey...

Arthur sighed inwardly. It seems that I don't need to think about the rich N-generation aristocratic life he wants for the time being. If I don't solve these debts first, let alone the aristocratic life, I can't enjoy the life of middle generation.

"By the way, Paul, you asked Attorney James to help me recover the tuition for the remaining half semester from the Castle School of Management. I only spent half a semester and they expelled me, but I paid a year 3 Ten thousand pounds in tuition."

"Ahem..."

When Paul’s butler heard his young earl’s decision to be completely shameless and to admit the money, a sense of shame came from the bottom of his heart. He coughed awkwardly, nodded with a wry smile, "I will talk to James, but you Don’t hope too much, the college may not agree to withdraw the tuition..."

"If you don't return, you will sue them. If you can know something, you can't make them cheaper!"

Arthur didn’t care about the embarrassment on Paul’s butler’s face, and said with a very firm attitude that if you want face, you will suffer a loss of 10,000 pounds. In the current economic predicament, he, the new earl, is absolutely If you don’t know how to swell your face and fill your body with fat, how much can you sell your face?

Although rich and noble are not the same thing, but without money, even the nobleman is a ruin, no one cares, but it will become the existence of other people's ridicule. In today's world, the rich are the uncles!

"Boom boom——"

When the atmosphere in the ward became embarrassing again, the door of the ward was knocked. Before Paul stood up and opened the door, the door was pushed open. A man with strong facial features, strong lines, brown hair, and wearing a dress. A tall girl with a white heart and a pair of jeans walked in.

"Puff--"

"Oh, Arthur, you are really miserable this time, you are all mummified..."

Some gleeful laughter and ridicule-like teasing made Arthur, who was lying on the wound, twitching, his face became very ugly, Eddie Boleyn, his compatriot cheap sister.

Arthur forced his headache, frowned and just opened his mouth. When he wanted to instinctively return, he saw another girl coming in behind the cheap sister. Her pupils couldn't help but her pupils shrank, and his heart throbbed. I didn't expect to see a face I knew very well in this situation.

Dragon Mother-Daenerys Targaryen!

Nonsence...No, it was Emilia Clarke.

Fifty-five cents are petite, but the curves are very graceful, which makes people coveted.Long-haired shawl, sweet-looking, fair skin with correct facial features, it has the taste of Xiaojiabiyu, wearing a cute denim vest and a pair of white cropped trousers, his eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and he looks worried. For himself, Arthur and her stared at each other, and they saw a trace of disappointment and worry.

Damn it!Isn't it? With this look, does this kind of predecessor and Long Ma have a tui?

Send Dragon Mom to the start?

This is the rhythm to be fried!

Wait, it shouldn't be. If the two really have a tui, then why is there no memory of Emilia in the conscious memory I received?

"How about it, is the injury serious this time?"

At this moment, Eddie, who had hugged Paul the butler, sat on the stool next to the wound, looked at Arthur with a joking expression, and said with a'caring' greeting.

"Hehe, I can't die! So, you want to wait for me to die, so that the idea of ​​inheriting my inheritance can be dispelled..." Arthur replied very venomously.

"Go to hell!" Eddie raised his eyebrows and raised his middle finger at Arthur in disdain, and then turned his head to complain to Emilia: "I have already said that this bastard is as strong as a cow and can't die. I don’t understand why you care so much about this muscular idiot..."

Arthur's eyes brightened and he cast his gaze on Long Ma, and noticed that her fair and pretty face was covered with red clouds, her eyes flickered, and a somewhat unnatural smile on her face said to Eddie: "Everyone is friend..."

"Cut! Who knows what happened to you that night..."

"Ahem..."

Butler Paul really couldn’t listen to the conversations between these three young people, especially the vulgar conversations. It was a mockery and contempt for the aristocratic education of the Bolling family. So after a little cough, he rushed to the three of them slightly. After nodding, he exited the ward very gracefully.

"Pedant!"

Eddie curled his lips. She had no good attitude towards the die-hard butler of her dead lunatic father. Although the other party looked at her growing up, but for those old-fashioned etiquette and norms, it was nothing to her. A while of torture.

"Are you OK?"

"Nothing, just raise it for a few days. Thank you for coming to see me."

Seeing Emilia’s worried and concerned expression, Arthur squeezed out a smile. Although he couldn’t remember whether the two of them had a tui or not, he knew from the memory fragments of drunken lives and dreams that he was a predecessor. There is no shortage of women's scum, and listening to the meaning of the cheap sister's words, the two have been alone for a night. It can't be said that the two really have that kind of relationship.

Well, there is no psychological pressure to pick up my own plate...