As one of the first colonists to cross the sea, Mr. Howlett had a strong aggressive nature, was tough, stubborn and full of oppression.

He considers himself to be one of the pioneers of this great era. Yes, he feels that he is not only an adventurer chasing dreams, but also a new aristocrat who brings the fire of civilization to a barren land, even though his father is just an old man.

First mate of an ocean-going whaler.

This man has his proud capital.

In 1763, Britain incorporated Canada into its colonial back garden. In the early summer of 1802, Mr. Howlett came to this unsettled land alone at the age of 17, with only a stick he inherited from his father.

Old-fashioned flintlock muskets and 3 pounds 15 shillings, while his brother received the second-hand whaling boat belonging to the Howlett family and the "family" whaling business that Old Howlett had accumulated throughout his life.

More than forty years have passed, and no one in Edmond does not know Mr. Howlett. He is the largest farmer, rancher and landowner in Western Canada, and one of the richest among all British colonists.

For many years, people only knew him as Mr. Howlett, but few people had heard of his name. He also called himself Howlett, believing that only he could represent the real Howlett family.

What troubles Mr. Howlett the most today is that the family is not prosperous. Although he worked hard on women when he was young, now he is sixty years old and has only one son, John, and a teenage boy.

Grandson James.

"Is Jamie feeling better?" Mr. Howlett muttered dully, biting his pipe.

"Father Hans has looked at it. He still has a fever but has stopped coughing. He woke up for a while just now. He gave him some water and went back to sleep." John carefully comforted his father. He knew that he had lost a grandson here.

How important James is to his old father.

Mr. Howlett took two hard sips, spit out a long mouth, and said angrily: "When I was ten years old, I could already carry a whale harpoon and send it to the blacksmith to remove the rust. When you were a child, your body and bones were good, and you are more than forty.

The calf was running around in his arms, but it looked like a premature lamb when it came to Jamie's place!"

"Children now may not be as strong as before. Tony was so young..."

"He was infected with the epidemic! Those damn black animals brought the dirty things from that evil continent. From then on, there was no black thing who could serve the Howlett family! No more!" Howe

Mr. Howlett stared at John and spoke word by word. The joints holding the pipe turned white. John regretted mentioning his deceased son. He blushed and asked his father to rest assured. He leaned forward and pulled Mr. Howlett to the living room.

rest.

"James" was lying on the bed and listened to the conversation in the corridor word for word. He felt that it was safer to pretend to be asleep at the moment. After waking up, he instinctively asked for some water, and then closed his whole body.

His eyes were blankly thinking about the current situation.

If a person dies and is reincarnated, there should be a process, like going to the underworld, or being squeezed out of the mother's body, but the current situation is like time travel popularized by movies and novels. He closed his eyes tightly and worked hard

Wake up from the nightmare and try to distinguish between illusion and reality.

Perhaps this young child's body was too weak after a serious illness, and he fell asleep unconsciously, but his mind kept flashing back to scenes of boxing practice.

In the life-and-death struggle, his weakened body was struggling to breathe, as well as the short few years of childhood of this child named James, the cute little maid Rose, the strong but somewhat bullying person that he always envied.

Victor, the beautiful mother Yin Lisabai who doesn’t get along very often...

The improvement of the condition of his beloved grandson made Mr. Howlett feel much better. This also made the whole manor breathe a deep sigh of relief. In fact, the servants and slaves have become accustomed to such a depressing atmosphere. Master James

He has always been weak and sick, often suffering from high fever and falling asleep. At this time, all the servants will act and speak carefully, and mistakes that they usually don't care about are easily punished.

However, it is difficult for such a situation to affect half-year-old children, especially the son of gardener Thomas Logan, Victor, who likes to stay by the side when James is sick.

Mr. Howlett felt that Victor would be a loyal domestic servant in the future, so he couldn't help but feel a little more fond of the child. However, James's father, John Howlett, disliked Victor very much, except that he made people think he was slovenly and hideous.

His thick and long nails are mostly due to his father.

After dinner, Mr. Howlett heard that James had gotten up to eat some toast and fruit, so he went up to visit with great interest. He opened the door and saw his little grandson looking up and looking around energetically.

"Jamie, how are you feeling? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Perhaps only in front of this grandson can you see such a complicated expression on the old man's face. He is trying hard to maintain a serious and disciplined demeanor, but it is also difficult to conceal the urgent concern.

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"Grandpa, grandpa, I'm much better. My head doesn't hurt at all. I'm sorry to make you worry again..."

Mr. Howlett looked at his grandson, his eyes full of complexity. James looked very much like his mother, Elizabeth Yin. He was a "beautiful" child, and he was also very sensible and polite. This was somewhat similar to the Howlett family.

Bu Gong's rugged appearance is completely different, his gentle and gentle personality is even less like him, and his dark hair color is exactly the same as that of a child.

"It's time to have a stable life, and it's better to be gentler." Mr. Howlett thought to himself, and then gave James a few more words and left the room.

Old Howlett seemed to feel that there were some indescribable changes in his grandson. The tone of his speech became much crisper, and he was not as hesitant as before. He muttered randomly, bit on his pipe and went downstairs.

"James", who had dealt with the old man, collapsed on the bed with mixed feelings, looking at the 19th century European-style decoration around him, his white and young hands, silently accepting the fact of this new identity.

From now on, there will be no Bai Feng in the previous life. The revenge has been avenged. Although he died with his weak body, he has no regrets, let alone the teacher. All he has is a little Mr. Howlett, James.

Howlett.

He felt that James's memory was full of illness, high fever, and weak life memories. He felt resentful in his heart. Could it be that even through time and space, a normal and healthy body couldn't have his turn? Cursing silently, he only heard a rush of people going upstairs.

There was a sound, and the door was pushed open with a bang.

"James! I heard that you have recovered from your illness?"

"It still hurts, but I should be fine now. Thank you, Victor."

Victor Logan was pacing around the room carelessly, holding a knife in his hand. He sat down on the edge of James' bed and began to trim his nails that were too thick and long. He was not polite at all, let alone a servant.

Be respectful and humble in front of the young master.

James was not angry, but watched with interest as the older child used a knife to file off the long length of his nails bit by bit like he was chipping wood.

"You are always like this James, always so sick." Victor cast a disdainful glance at the delicate, doll-like boy leaning on the bed. However, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, Victor was already a little depressed.

The beard is on the temples and cheeks, and the thick frame looks like that of an adult man.

"I heard that you were always sick when you were a child?" James asked subconsciously.

Victor paused for a moment with the knife he was sharply cutting in his hand, but did not answer, "A batch of well-bred foals are coming soon. If you keep acting like this, you won't even think about riding them, let alone Mr. Howlett."

I'll let you touch it."

Victor stood up with his head held high, patted his pants with some nail chips on them, and strode out of the room without even closing the door.
Chapter completed!