I Am a Nobleman in England

Crackling——

"Snapped!"

Arthur finally landed his finger on the Enter key. After shaking the mouse and clicking Save, he checked it again from beginning to end. After correcting a few grammatical errors, he copied and pasted the content of the first chapter to the post on the forum. , click Publish.

"Hehe, now it's time to get other people's ideas!"

The corner of Arthur's mouth was raised, and he said to himself with a happy smile, this novel can definitely be said to be a victory for the fans!

Yes! Who would have thought that such a vulgar novel by Mary Su could earn 95 million US dollars!

Where is this fucking reasoning!

As I said before, without the popularity of "Twilight" and the pursuit of brain-dead fans, this fan art would not be popular, so it is good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, and you can see farther by standing on the shoulders of giants. !

Look, look. . . At a certain point, writers on a certain river, you all lose! awful! up!

Seriously, Arthur doesn't believe that European and American girls haven't read Woodpecker or The Attic. Even Rachel in Friends has a novel of that kind hidden under her pillow!

The sloppy description of the original version of the previous life will make you mesmerized, so I have to ask, how fucking lacking are you guys!

Arthur even had the idea of ​​translating "Golden Scales" into English to save compatriots in Europe and America!

What's even more speechless is that the middle-aged aunt's author is really not good at writing, and she has more than enough energy to describe the scene, and her vocabulary is poor. . . It really takes brain power to perfect the scene.

In short, any fan writer on a certain river can write it. . . Hey, what a pity!

Fortunately, as a veteran driver, Arthur can go as fast as he wants without any psychological pressure.

Mary Sue, the Virgin Mary White Lotus, is actually very dangerous in 3D. The reason why this kind of novel has an audience is because everyone can use their brains to substitute the plot, and how beautiful it is like a fairy is astonishing as a celestial being. Well!

Tsk tsk, don't worry about the crabs, you can create freely and freely, it's really comfortable and fun. . .

He picked up the coffee and took a sip. Although it was already cold, it did not hinder Arthur's good mood at this moment. After drinking the remaining coffee in the cup, Arthur stood up from the boss chair, walked to the window, and was doing Stretching, my body hasn't adapted to sitting in front of the computer for a long time.

Appreciating the beautiful scenery of the manor outside the window made his swollen head feel much more comfortable. The coming autumn gave all the scenery a gilded halo, only the bright and warm sunshine, the forests full of forests, ancient and elegant sculpture! Like a colorful oil painting, poetic and picturesque, like a dream, this kind of beauty is deeply imprinted in my mind, and Arthur will never forget it!

Looking at the clouds in the distance in the sky, the cumulus clouds are pressing on the top, and they are slowly drifting towards the manor. There is a feeling that the mountains and rain are about to come. At this time, the sky above and near the manor is blue in color and the clouds are piled up. It is just right, and it is difficult to show the magnificence of the sky without thick clouds. But I have to say that the weather in England is changeable.

That's why Brits talk about the weather so often, that while it may not be the most dramatic in the world, it actually has the most variable elements on Earth.

For example, half of the sky is sunny and the other half is cloudy.

"It seems that the bright sunshine won't be able to enjoy it for long..." Arthur looked at the thick clouds in the sky, frowned slightly, walked to the side bookcase, took a few leather-covered family notes from the bookcase, and confirmed that there were no After taking it by mistake, I walked out of the study with it.

Boom——

As soon as Arthur walked down the stairs, he bumped into Paul, the housekeeper who was standing at the top of the stairs and looked at him with a smile, "Lord, what do you need?"

"Oh, I'll go to the sun room, read a book and take a break,

Give me a cup of coffee, thank you. Arthur smiled and nodded, but continued to walk forward without stopping.

"Okay, Earl, I'll send it to you right away." The butler Paul said with a smile.

Walking into the rectangle, there is no extra furniture, only a comfortable sofa lounge chair and a small round table in the sun room, with large floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides, allowing sunlight to fill the entire room.

On the other arched window panes are paintings of religious stories in brilliant colors, and the colorful lines and patterns are amazing. Sunshine shines in through the stained glass, and the sun room is full of dreamlike beauty. These stained glass are absolutely exquisite and exquisite.

Reading a book, drinking coffee, and admiring the beautiful view of the quiet garden outside the window can be described as one of the great pleasures in life!

He put the few notebooks he was carrying on the round table, took off his shoes, lay down on the comfortable sofa and recliner, basking in the warm afternoon sun, picked up a notebook and began to read.

In order to make the novel "Boleyn Manor" have the artistic nature of classical literature, Arthur also had to read a lot of notes left by the ancestors of the Boleyn family. These notes were very detailed about the social environment and noble life in England at that time. From these notes, in particular, some anecdotes and amusing stories about the Boleyns can be found.

This will allow Arthur to use it when writing novels and enrich the plot.

"Da da da--"

There was a sound of footsteps approaching from far to near. Arthur put down the notebook in his hand and turned to look at the person coming. The housekeeper Paul walked in front, followed by a maid carrying a tray. coffee.

"Count, your coffee—" the maid said softly as she put the white porcelain coffee cup and saucer on the table with a smile.

"Thank you." Arthur smiled.

After putting down the coffee, the maid left the sun room with a tray, but the housekeeper Paul did not leave. This made Arthur, who was holding a coffee cup and gently blowing the wind to cool the coffee, asked a little curiously: "Paul, What's matter?"

"Yes, Earl, I received another call from the Dunsford Village Committee in the afternoon. They once again invited the current Earl of the Boleyn family to participate in the autumn fair held in their village, and invited the Earl to deliver a speech announcing the opening of the market."

Hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar name of Dunsford Village, Arthur frowned slightly, and quickly searched out the memory about it in his mind. After thinking about it, Arthur's frown became more obvious.

The village of Dunsford was bought by the then Earl of Boleyn from King Henry VIII for 550 pounds in 1534. It originally belonged to the territory of the Boleyn family and enjoyed taxation and other powers, including the kind of eviction that only survives in the story. right. . .

However, it is a pity that Arthur's cheap grandfather sold the property in Dunsford Village for 15,000 pounds in the 1950s. Since then, the Boleyn family has almost cut off from Dunsford Village. contacted.

The old Earl Francis was even more reluctant to mention Dunsford Village, because now their house in Dunsford Village was worth at least one million pounds, and this gap made him worry about it.

However, the Dunsford Village Committee and the villagers of Dunsford Village still hope that the Boleyn family can be integrated into their lives again. No matter how you say it, the management and protection of the Boleyn family for five hundred years are indelible. Of course, As for whether there are other factors involved, I don't know.