"Bang"

Arthur leaned on the pillow of the wound head, holding a bright spoon in one hand and an egg in the other, putting down the spoon, starting to peel the eggshell, looking down at the half-expanded newspaper.

"The heavy rain yesterday did not cause trouble for the manor, right?"

"There is no big trouble, but a big tree was hit by lightning, and today someone will be transported away..."

Arthur raised his eyebrows slightly and looked up at the butler Paul standing beside him. Although he was well concealed, he could still see a hint of sadness from Paul's face.

"Is there any story about that tree?"

"..." Paul pondered for a moment, and said with emotion: "That tree was planted by Colonel Ballwin, Earl of Boling at that time. 204 years have passed."

"Well, that's a real pity." Arthur was slightly stunned and sighed with regret, "When they came to transport it away, I would like to go over and take a look."

"As you wish, Count." The housekeeper Paul said with a smile, owing to his face, as if he had thought of something, and said again: "Your father attaches great importance to these trees that have a long history and a hundred years. He often says, 'Planting a tree that you cannot enjoy the shade is the true meaning of civilization.'."

Arthur nodded silently and took a bite of the egg. There was no way, what would happen if he didn't remain silent? His cheap daddy said anything so philosophical. What else could he say? He could only eat honestly.

"Um?"

After eating the egg in one bite, Arthur wiped his hands with a napkin, picked up the newspaper and read it carefully, "The US dollar rose sharply. Spot gold fell below the thousand-yuan mark.

Spot gold was 996.80 USD per ounce. As central banks, including the Federal Reserve announced plans to cut some emergency lending tools, it stimulated a sharp rise across the dollar, triggering a large number of selling orders into the gold market, causing spot gold prices to fall sharply during the afternoon session of the New York session on Thursday and fell below the $1,000 USD per ounce mark.

Although the gold price has been retreating rapidly, it is one step away from last week's 18-month high of $1,023.85 per ounce and the all-time high of $1,030.80 per ounce set in 2008... The weakness of the US dollar is the catalyst for the recent surge in gold prices. It is expected that the US dollar will further weaken before the end of the year. Therefore, there is a lot of room for gold prices to rise in the fourth quarter."

Time is getting more and more urgent!

Seeing the gold price pullback, this is undoubtedly good news for Arthur, who is preparing to make a fortune in gold. However, for him who has no money yet, it is also a kind of urging. Opportunities will never wait for anyone.

"When will Paul, financial advisor and attorney James Cronin arrive?"

"Earl, they will arrive at 3 pm."

Upon hearing the answer, Arthur nodded, no more, and focused on eating breakfast.

After breakfast, I changed into a blue work clothes in the cloakroom, put on a baseball cap, and went downstairs. In the workshop in the backyard of the castle, I changed into a pair of rain boots. Paul, the butler who was dressed up, walked to the hillside far away with four black Labradors.

Except for Old Dean following Arthur, the other three Labradors were running back and forth on the muddy path.

"Woom"

"Sheit, Bert, leave that mud pit..." Seeing his Labrador named Bert standing in a pit, Arthur shouted loudly, Damn, you are Labrador, not Erha!

"Woom"

"hehe……"

The housekeeper Paul looked at Bert, who heard his master scolding, came out of the mud pit, and started running and playing with the other two dogs, and couldn't help but chuckled. To be honest, this feeling was really good, as if he was back in the past, and he inspected and walked in the manor with the old earl...

When he walked up the hillside, he saw three people and a tractor not far away surrounded by a broken tree. Arthur looked down at the old Dean who was vomiting her head, as if he was a little tired and panting, squatted down and gently stroked its head.

"Wow, yeah..."

Old Dean suddenly shouted twice in one direction, then made a soft nod. Arthur looked in the direction and couldn't help but remain silent. His hands that touched Old Dean's fur became more and more gentle, and a sad expression appeared on his face.

"It's too old. The old Count used to take it there, and he knew it was its last destination..." Paul, the housekeeper, also said in a sad tone.

Arthur sighed slightly, patted Old Dean on the head, then stood up and looked at a small woods in the distance, where the cemetery used by their Bolin family to bury their family dogs. "Only the destination of death is eternal..."

After saying that, he walked forward on the wet grass. The old dog Dean looked up at the butler Paul who was looking at it. He followed Arthur with a staggering step. The butler Paul shook his head and sighed, and followed him.

"Buzz"

The chainsaw roared and the wood chips flew. A big tree that adults could not embrace was quickly cut into three sections. After hundreds of years of wind and rain, it still failed to resist the raging of lightning.

"What tree is this?" Arthur asked with a frown as he looked at the part that was burned and black at the front end by lightning.

"This is a jujube tree, and the texture is very strong."

Arthur's eyes lit up slightly. The sour jujube tree, also known as the iron tree, is extremely difficult to make a material. Its root system is the best root carving material. Moreover, it is a lightning-striking wood. Although it should not have any feudal superstitious ideas, he even encountered time travel. If he said he didn't believe in evil, he would really be lying with his eyes.

"Paul, all the materials of this tree should be preserved, and the roots should be kept, so that they can dig out as completely as possible with tools, and do not destroy the cutting..."

"This... the Count, that would be time-consuming and labor-intensive, and the labor costs would be very high." The housekeeper Paul looked at Arthur with a little strange opinion and persuaded him.

"I understand, but the root system of the jujube tree is the best root carving material. This is planted by the ancestors of the Bolin family. I want to make it into a home and a root carving to keep it as a souvenir. The death of the body is not a real death, but being forgotten is the real death, isn't it?"

Arthur's rhetoric left the housekeeper Paul speechless, so he could only nod, and then walked up to communicate with the three workers. You must know that in the UK, any link to manual labor is expensive, and any that can be produced automatically is cheap.

Time is money, it is cost. Labor money is always the most expensive. As the population dividend decreases, I may have to accept this reality that labor is extremely expensive in the future.

"600 pounds." The housekeeper Paul walked back with a helpless smile and said to Arthur.

"Yes, but if the root system is damaged seriously, I won't pay." Arthur nodded, turned up the volume, and said to the three people standing not far away.

"Don't worry, we are professional!" The three of them stood up and said confidently.

"Okay, then I'll wait and see." Arthur said with a smile, and said to the butler Paul as he turned around and walked back, "Sign up an agreement with them."

"I understand, Count." Hearing Arthur's order, the housekeeper Paul did not understand why he attached so much importance to this tree, as for the reason it was planted by the ancestors of the Bolin family, it was undoubtedly nonsense.
Chapter completed!