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William's words caused everyone to stifle their laughter, but seeing that he wasn't the least bit angry, they all eventually let out soft chuckles.

Gareth smiled and said, "If this gun appears at an auction, and I were the gun's owner, I would definitely find someone to act as a shill and gouge you hard. I wouldn't settle for less than one or two million pounds, and if I were bold, I might even aim for five million pounds. After all, in your eyes, the family crest on this gun is far more valuable than that amount."

William nodded slightly and whispered to Gareth, "Gareth, I see you really understand me. No wonder you're the chairman of the Security Committee. Have you been studying me all along?"

"Ha, don't you think that's normal? Anyone who isn't a fool and has dealt with you would seriously study you; otherwise, they'd be left wondering why you took them down," Gareth replied in a low voice, somewhat irritated.

"Hey," William said with some dissatisfaction, "I've never gone out of my way to cause trouble for others. It's always trouble that finds me, and I have no choice but to fight back. Are you suggesting I should just surrender when faced with danger to put your mind at ease?"

"Haha, you say that as if you've never caused any trouble," Gareth saw William about to argue and quickly cut him off, "Even if what you say is true, you can't deny a very obvious fact: wherever you go, there are troubles, conflicts, and deaths. Am I right?"

Damn you, William rolled his eyes. He couldn't argue with Gareth because everything he said was true.

Not wanting to continue the discussion, William turned to Spencer and said, "Mr. Spencer, I'll buy this hunting rifle for 600,000 pounds. Also, everything I mentioned over the phone still stands. I hope you can help me create replicas of all the classic models and patterns."

Spencer was stunned by William's words and stammered, "Mr. Devonshire, our workshop has designed seven or eight classic models alone. Adding the other top designs, there will be dozens in total. If we change up the patterns, there could be over a hundred."

"Spencer," William interrupted before Spencer could continue, "Your workshop only produces about twelve hunting rifles a year, each priced around 100,000 pounds, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Devonshire," Spencer nodded, still confused.

"Great, Mr. Spencer. As long as your future designs don't disappoint me, I will continue placing orders with you for the next ten years or even longer. My castle is large enough to house all the things I like. What you need to do now is organize those classic models and bring them to me for review. 

Then, quietly inform the media so they know I'm looking to secure the exclusive rights to all your hunting rifles for the next ten years. I don't need to remind you what to do next, right?"

"No, no, no need, Mr. Devonshire, we know exactly what to do," Spencer's face flushed with excitement after hearing William's words. William was allowing them to use his status as a super-rich individual for advertising. Although their production couldn't increase, the rifles' prices would definitely rise as their reputation grew.

With his great-grandfather's hunting rifle in hand, William was less interested in the ones sent by Phillips. After Spencer, a professional gunsmith, examined them, he reported to William, "Mr. Devonshire, these three hunting rifles are indeed made by John Van Zuylen, and they were crafted in the past few years. They've been well-maintained and are in perfect working condition."

"That's good. Thank you, Spencer."

"You're too kind, Mr. Devonshire. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now. I'll be back once I've organized the designs and patterns," Spencer said.

"No problem, you're welcome anytime," William said as he escorted Spencer out of the castle. Back in the living room, he saw Gareth fondly admiring a few of John Van Zuylen's hunting rifles. "If you like them, take one home. No one can trace where they came from anyway."

Gareth thought for a moment and shook his head. "Forget it. The hunting rifles I have at home are pretty good too. While they might not have the same fame as John Van Zuylen's or the ones from your brother William's workshop, they're still from reputable makers. Besides, I don't hunt that often, and a hunting rifle costing tens of thousands of pounds is too extravagant for me. If people found out, I'd be in constant trouble, and these guns are a hassle to maintain."

"For God's sake, who told you to use this kind of gun every time you hunt? Can't you just collect them? These are rare items by John Van Zuylen that money can't even buy. If Phillips hadn't robbed his bank's CEO, I wouldn't have been able to get them even if I paid several times the price. You'd better think carefully. After today, I'm going to hide these guns. If any other guests come to the castle for hunting, I'll just buy some mechanical rifles for them."

"So, you're ordering dozens or even hundreds of hunting rifles just to display them?" Gareth asked.

"Of course, you idiot," William laughed. "Who would lend their guns to others? If it weren't your first time visiting the castle, I wouldn't have let you use these hunting rifles, especially ones worth 250,000 dollars," William pointed at the rifle in Gareth's hand, indicating that it was worth 250,000 dollars.

William picked up a hunting rifle with a dark red desert ironwood stock, its receiver engraved with a scene of a bear chasing a deer, along with dozens of shotgun shells. "Come on, let's get changed, and then we'll head to the stables to pick some horses. In the northern part of my newly acquired land, there's a forest of over 100 acres. I hear there are wild boars and foxes there."

Gareth pondered for a while before saying reluctantly, "I really like this hunting rifle, William. How about I trade you a revolver that General Patton used?"

"Heh, no way. That revolver was probably just touched by Patton. Do you think I'm an idiot? There are only a few revolvers that Patton carried with him all the time, and each one has a clear history."

"How about I trade you a 19th-century Damascus steel scimitar?" Gareth offered, clearly pained by the thought.

"Damascus steel, huh? That sounds better. You can take the gun, but if I'm not satisfied with the scimitar, I'll send someone to your house to get the gun back."

"Don't worry, you'll be satisfied. That scimitar belonged to a chieftain; it's definitely a masterpiece."

The two changed into hunting attire, slung their rifles over their shoulders, strapped on ammunition belts, and, wearing hats and tall boots, leisurely made their way to the stables.

As for Phillips, after William invited Gareth to go hunting, he sensibly took his leave without waiting for William to see him off, taking his men with him.

Once Phillips left, Gareth remarked to William, "That guy's a real talent. To please a client, he's even willing to mess with his own CEO. If I were the CEO of National Bank, I'd be furious with both you and Phillips."

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