novelhk Chapter 394 Crown Prince Christian
Chapter 394 Crown Prince Christian
Chapter 392 Crown Prince Christian
Just then, several dark black Land Rover Defender SUVs slowly drove into the estate next to the shooting range.
Yepesen introduced each of them to Lin Yu'an. These people were all top figures in the Danish business world and even in the Nordic aristocratic circles.
There were Swedish bankers, Norwegian shipping magnates, and a German industrial tycoon. They were all X-Yachts' most distinguished clients and longtime friends of Yepesen.
The last young man to step off the lead car made Lin Yu'an raise an eyebrow slightly.
He was a young man in his early twenties with brilliant blond hair and handsome features like an ancient Greek sculpture. His blue eyes held an innate pride and nobility.
But his well-tailored Barbour hunting jacket and mud-caked LeChameau hunting boots made him look youthful and energetic.
"This is His Highness Crown Prince Christian, the future King of Denmark." Yepesen's introduction confirmed Lin Yu'an's guess.
"Your Highness, this is our new ship owner, Mr. Lin from China."
"Hello, Mr. Lin." Unexpectedly, the Crown Prince extended his hand to Lin Yu'an, his face filled with undisguised enthusiasm. "Finally, I've met you in person."
"Does Your Highness know me?" Lin Yu'an asked politely, shaking hands.
"Of course! I'm a huge fan!" His eyes gleamed with excitement. "I've seen your videos of living alone in the wilderness! And building your own cabin in Alaska—that's so cool!"
The prince shrugged with a hint of regret: "I've always dreamed of experiencing that kind of pure survival challenge, but unfortunately, the palace's security chief will never approve my disappearance into the forest."
His words instantly bridged the gap between the two.
At the same time, the hunting ground guards also brought four Bavarian mountain hounds with sharp expressions and well-defined muscles to the group.
Lin Yu'an noticed that each hunting dog had a numbered brass nameplate hanging on its reddish-brown collar.
"Beautiful Bavarian mountain dogs." Lin Yu'an's gaze fell on the distinctive nameplate. "If I'm not mistaken, these are all registered hunting dogs?"
Yepeson smiled and walked over, squatting down to affectionately rub the head of one of the alpha dogs.
"That's right. In Denmark, hunting is far more than just pulling a trigger; it involves an extremely strict legal system."
He pointed to the brass plaque and explained to Lin Yu'an, "This is a famous blood tracing certification from Denmark."
"Denmark law has strict regulations that any hunting activity involving large ungulates must ensure that a nationally certified bloodhound can be called upon within one hour."
Yepeson stood up, brushed the dog hair off his hands, and continued, "This is our respect for nature; we will never allow injured animals to escape in pain."
"If the prey does not fall down immediately after the hunter fires the shot and cannot be found immediately, according to the law, we must cease all interference and summon the hunting dogs within six hours."
"They are trained to distinguish a drop of dried blood from hours ago, or even the smell of stress hormones secreted from the hoof glands of a frightened animal."
"This one's called Thor; he's the star of the area. Last year, a slightly injured buck ran five kilometers, crossed three streams, and was finally found by Thor."
"If we can't find it, according to the rules, we even need to notify the neighboring hunting areas to continue the search until we confirm that the animal is dead or unharmed."
This conversation about rules and reverence added a sense of solemnity to the otherwise relaxed atmosphere.
Seeing that everyone understood the meaning, Yepesen clapped his hands and officially announced the hunting groups for today.
"Alright, gentlemen. As is tradition, we will split into two groups. One group will head east into the swamp, and the other will search north into the beech forest."
Before he could finish speaking, Prince Christian immediately raised his hand and interjected, "Mr. Nils! I request to be in a group with Mr. Lin!"
Yepesen glanced at Lin Yu'an, who also had a smile on his face, and readily agreed: "Alright, since His Highness the Prince has personally selected the general, then it's settled."
He finally announced the divisions: "Christian and Lin, two people per group. Take the rest of Thor's men, two people per group, each group also taking a hound."
And so, the group assignments were finalized. Lin Yu'an looked down and checked the weapon in his hand: a Mauser M18.
Standing beside him was Crown Prince Christian, who was holding a custom-made Blaser R8 with a stock inlaid with exquisite walnut wood grain.
The two men's equipment presented a stark contrast between the practical and academic styles.
[Afternoon, deep in the beech forest]
The afternoon sunlight thinned, filtering through the towering beech tree canopy and casting dappled shadows.
The air was filled with a mixture of the dampness of moss and the smell of decaying soil.
Lin Yu'an walked in the middle of the group.
Behind him walked Crown Prince Christian. But at the very front was not an ordinary guide, but a burly, taciturn man.
His name is Henrik, a retired officer of the Danish Royal Guard's Special Operations Unit, and also His Highness the Crown Prince's personal security advisor.
At this moment, he was holding a top-quality Bavarian mountain dog named "Thor" on a leash, seemingly searching for prey.
In reality, those hawk-like eyes were constantly scanning every blind spot in the forest to ensure the crown prince's absolute safety.
The small team of three men and one dog slowly crept into the heart of the forest.
The real "stealth tracking" officially begins from this moment.
"Click."
The silence was abruptly broken by the extremely faint sound of a dry twig snapping.
That was Crown Prince Christian's right foot, which had accidentally broken a dry branch buried under fallen leaves.
He stopped awkwardly in place, raising his right foot, looking apologetic: "Sorry, the fallen leaves are too thick—"
Lin Yu'an stopped in his tracks, but did not reprimand him. He simply raised his hand and made a "stop" gesture.
"Your Highness, sound travels four times faster in solids than in air. The vibration from your heel striking the ground is like a gunshot to a European argali sheep two hundred meters away."
"However, there is a specific way of walking that can avoid this problem."
The crown prince paused for a moment, then asked, "In what way?"
"Like this."
Lin Yu'an demonstrated a step: with his knees slightly bent, the outside of his foot silently touched the ground first, and after sensing that there was no foreign object, he rolled his center of gravity over like a cat.
"When your foot lands on the outside first, your nerve endings can sense whether there are any dead branches, stones, or unstable looseness under your feet."
"Once you've confirmed it's safe, flatten your foot and then lower your heel. Throughout this process, keep your weight on your back leg until your front foot is fully planted."
"This is the famous 'foxtrot,' a technique commonly used by Native American hunters and special forces in jungle warfare."
Lin Yu'an looked at the Crown Prince, "Give it a try."
Christian took a deep breath. There were no princes here, only an apprentice eager for his craft.
He began to imitate clumsily, and at first he was a little unsteady, but soon this young man with extremely high athletic talent mastered the knack.
Ten minutes later, the noise from their march had decreased by at least 70%.
Another kilometer has been advanced.
Suddenly, Henrik, the special agent in front, raised his fist as a warning. He pointed to the ground under the old oak tree, where there was a pool of dark brown excrement.
Henrik glanced at it, then turned back and whispered, "Your Highness, it was left by a European argali sheep. About an hour ago."
Lin Yu'an stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, found a branch, and gently pushed aside the pile of feces.
"No, it must have been left about thirty minutes ago. The fruit shells inside haven't been fully digested yet. They're eating like crazy, so they'll be less alert than usual, but they'll be more irritable."
He stood up and glanced at the layer of fallen leaves on the ground, where there was a row of messy and deep hoof prints.
"Look at the depth here." Lin Yu'an pointed to a hoof pit that was deeply embedded in the soil.
"This is the gait of a ram in heat, heavy in the front and light in the back, with a kind of brute force that charges ahead. The one we're looking for is a big one, at least ninety kilograms or more."
This is true tracking. It requires no instruments, no data. It relies on eyes and experience to interpret the language of the soil.
Christian watched this scene, his breathing becoming rapid.
This primitive and crude way of judging gave him a strange sense of excitement, which was much more exciting than the theories he had learned at the Royal Military Academy.
"The wind direction has changed. The cold air is sinking, and the wind is blowing down the ravines. If we continue straight ahead, our scent will directly hit their noses."
Lin Yu'an turned to look at the Crown Prince, "Want to get the gold medal prey?"
"Of course," Christian replied without hesitation.
"Then you'll have to suffer a bit." Lin Yu'an pointed to the patch of blackberry bushes covered in thorns on the side.
"We can't take the main road anymore; we have to go around it from the side, cutting in against the wind. It's full of thorns; they'll scratch your face and tear your clothes."
"GO!" The crown prince replied with only one word.
The next forty minutes were pure hell.
To avoid being seen and smelled, the three of them crawled through the bushes on their hands and feet. Their bodies were covered in mud mixed with rotting plant sap.
Christian stared intently at Lin Yu'an's back as he moved forward step by step.
Just as I was feeling a burning pain in my lungs, the hunting dog "Thor" in front of me suddenly stopped.
There was no warning whatsoever.
This battle-hardened Bavarian hound had its fur bristling, and its tail, which had been drooping, was now stiff as an iron rod pointing straight forward.
A suppressed growl rolled from its throat, an instinctive reaction when it encountered its prey.
In that instant, bodyguard Henrik's reaction was textbook perfect—he immediately knelt on one knee and gripped the dog leash tightly with his left hand.
His right hand was already on the grip of the Glock pistol at his waist, but he didn't draw the gun; he just stared intently ahead.
Lin Yu'an took off his binoculars, glanced at it, and his pupils contracted sharply.
Even someone as knowledgeable as him couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Interesting." Lin Yu'an put down the binoculars, turned around and handed the equipment to the Crown Prince behind him, a playful smile curving his lips.
"Your Highness, your luck today is almost unbelievable. Even a BBC documentary might not be able to capture a scene like this in three years."
"What?" Crown Prince Christian, without even wiping his sweat, quickly raised his binoculars.
The next second, he froze.
"My God—" the crown prince's voice was filled with confusion and shock, "Are they—are they fighting?"
Two hundred meters away in an open space, a huge ram raised its front hooves high and then lay heavily on the back of another ram.
It was an extremely primal and powerful movement.
"No, Your Highness." Henrik, the special agent standing nearby, coughed awkwardly, his expression turning strange. "They are—mating."
"What?!"
Christian nearly dropped his binoculars, his deep blue eyes wide with shock. "But—those are two rams! I can see them clearly, and the one below also has huge horns!"
The young crown prince felt his basic knowledge of biology was crumbling.
Lin Yu'an calmly lay on the ground, pulled back the bolt of his gun, and spoke in a tone as calm as if he were lecturing: "In biology, this is called dominant mounting." In the bachelor population of European argali sheep, approximately 8% to 10% of the males are exclusively homosexual.
Through the scope, he looked at the two entangled beasts, his eyes cold and rational: "For them, this is both an expression of desire and a declaration of status."
"A leader confirms his rule by conquering his subordinates. In the laws of nature, this is fair and natural."
Christian swallowed hard, his worldview reeling from the horrific yet wild scene on camera.
"Shall we... fight now?" The crown prince hesitated. "Wouldn't that be a bit... ungentlemanly?"
Lin Yu'an's voice turned cold. "Your Highness, this is nature's opportunity for you. Take advantage of their hormones running high and their vigilance at its lowest. It's a perfect opportunity."
Christian bit his lip, his face flushing slightly. "That's not chivalrous. I mean—we shouldn't fire now; we should respect our prey."
"dignity?"
Lin Yu'an seemed to have heard a funny joke, a cold smile curving his lips. He pointed to the dark forest around them.
"Your Highness, please look around." Lin Yu'an's voice suddenly became deep and penetrating. "When a pack of wolves tears apart a pregnant doe, do they have any sense of dignity?"
"When a lynx bites off a baby rabbit's throat, does it wait for it to grow up? No, it only thanks God for the vulnerability."
He looked directly into the eyes of the future king. "Your Highness, you must understand one thing."
"The moment you step into this forest and load a bullet into the chamber, you are no longer the gentle and refined crown prince in the Copenhagen Palace."
Christian was stunned, feeling the pressure of the aura filling the room.
"Here, your only identity is that of a predator."
Lin Yu'an pointed to the prey in the distance: "For predators, in the laws of nature, the only dignity is the survival of the fittest."
These words, like a heavy hammer, shattered the aristocratic education Christian had received since childhood.
The forest was deathly silent.
Only the two rams in the distance were still engrossed in their primal rhythms, emitting heavy panting sounds.
Christian looked down at the cold barrel of the gun in his hand. It was a killing machine, not a scepter for performance.
A few seconds later, he suddenly looked up.
The gentle mist that had been veiled in those once hesitant, azure eyes vanished, replaced by a resolute, cold glint.
He gripped the gun handle tightly again, his finger firmly on the trigger.
“You’re right.” Christian’s voice became hoarse and crisp. “This is a hunt, not a church. And I’m not here to be a priest.”
Seeing this, a hint of admiration flashed in Lin Yu'an's eyes.
"very good."
Lin Yu'an stopped wasting words, quickly adjusted his posture, pressed his cheek against the butt of the gun, and locked the muzzle of the gun like a venomous snake onto the leader ram that was violently throbbing above him.
"Once you've adjusted your mindset, you can attack the leader up there who's enjoying himself; that's your prey. The unlucky guy down there is mine."
"Your Highness, aim carefully. If you miss, you'll not only lose their most unique trophy, but you'll also disturb their last happy moments in their lives."
"The sin of stopping them at their happiest moment is one that even God would not forgive."
This sudden burst of dark humor carries an extreme sense of coldness and absurdity.
Christian's nerves, which were originally so taut they were about to snap, were suddenly jolted by these words. Instead of panicking, he entered a strange state of relaxation because of the absurdity of the situation.
A cruel smile even appeared on his lips.
"Don't worry, Lin." The crown prince took a deep breath, his crosshairs locked tightly on the target's chest. "I'll make it die at its happiest moment."
"I'm ready."
Christian took a deep breath, and the crosshair was aimed at the heart of the unsuspecting leader.
At that moment, the two rams were immersed in their primal instincts, completely unaware that hundreds of meters away, two dark gun barrels had already pronounced their death sentence.
one second.
two seconds.
"Bang!" Christian pulled the trigger.
A bullet pierced the chest of the ram a second before the leader ram reached its climax.
Then, "Bang!"
Lin Yu'an's follow-up shot arrived as expected.
In the telescope's view, the two enormous creatures, entangled together, seemed to lose their life force almost simultaneously.
They remained in that suggestive pose, falling heavily together into the grass.
The dust has settled.
"A double kill." Lin Yu'an removed the spent cartridge, his tone relaxed. "And it was a couple who died together." "Your Highness, this is a story you could tell for a lifetime at any banquet."
Henrik, the special agent standing nearby, glanced at the corpse in the distance, and his lips twitched.
He glanced at Lin Yu'an furtively and secretly labeled the Chinese man as a ruthless person.
Christian remained frozen in his gun-holding stance, as if he had been frozen in time.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that he slowly put down the Blaser R8 rifle in his hand.
His chest heaved violently, a primal bodily reaction as his adrenaline receded.
His hands were trembling slightly—not from fear, but from an unprecedented, exhilarating sensation that shot straight to the top of his head.
Through the scope, he confirmed once again the two giant beasts stacked together and motionless in the distance.
Those were lives he ended with his own hands. In their most frenzied moments, he pressed the stop button.
This sense of dread, of having control over life and death, was ten thousand times stronger than when he attended any grand ball.
Christian turned his head sharply and looked at Lin Yu'an.
The composure and elegance that once belonged to royalty had completely vanished from those deep blue eyes.
Instead, a beast-like frenzy emerged, an awakened primal instinct.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
The crown prince, panting heavily, suddenly grabbed Lin Yu'an's shoulder with astonishing strength, completely disregarding royal etiquette.
"Lin! Did you see that? In that instant! My bullet pierced its chest!"
Christian's voice cracked with excitement, and he waved his arms incoherently, like a child ecstatic after tasting forbidden fruit for the first time.
"My God, my heart is pounding in my chest! This feeling—it feels like my veins aren't flowing with blood, but with gasoline!"
Finally, the future king couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh, the laughter echoing through the forest, unrestrained and arrogant: "Lin, I must say, sometimes you really are a damn devil—you taught me the cruelest lesson."
He then uttered a curse word that would have earned him confinement in the palace: "But this is fucking cool!"
[Evening, game processing area at the manor]
The sun had completely sunk below the horizon, but the workshop in the hunting grounds was still brightly lit.
A faint smell of blood and burning pine filled the air. The two enormous European argali sheep had been transported back and were now lying on the stainless steel table.
Christian did not leave all the dirty and tiring work to the servants. The future king rolled up his sleeves, took a skinning knife, and personally experienced the first cut of a disembowelment.
When the warm internal organs slid out of his body and his hands were covered in sticky blood, the crown prince did not feel disgusted. Instead, he felt a sense of realism he had never experienced before.
"That was a very precise strike, Your Highness." Several top tycoons standing nearby immediately offered just the right amount of praise.
"That's right, that shot was a stroke of genius!" The Swedish banker raised his champagne glass, his tone exaggerated but not obsequious.
"A single, fatal shot at a moving target from 200 meters away. Your Highness, your shooting talent is practically Olympic-level!"
"It's not just about marksmanship," the German industrial giant echoed, "but more importantly, it's about the decisiveness to face a behemoth, which is the most valuable quality of a leader."
Despite knowing that there was an element of flattery in the praise from these business tycoons, Christian still felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction looking at the real prey on the chopping block.
"This is all thanks to Lin." The Crown Prince wiped the blood off his hands, turned to look at Lin Yu'an standing on the outskirts of the crowd, his eyes sincere. "He taught me what a predator is."
Yepesen stepped forward, pointing to the pair of enormous horns that gleamed with a bronze luster under the light: "Your Highness, these are extremely rare trophies of the 'Double Gold Medal.' I have arranged for Denmark's best taxidermist to craft these horns into the most perfect shoulder ornaments."
Yepesen smiled and said, "In about three months, it will be hanging on the wall of your study in Amalienborg Palace. Every time you see it, you will remember this glorious moment."
"That's fantastic, Mr. Niels!" Christian exclaimed excitedly. "This is absolutely the most memorable day of my last twenty years!"
After the dinner, at the entrance of the manor.
Several dark black Land Rover Defenders roared to life, piercing the stillness of the night, and the Royal Guard bodyguards quickly took their positions.
"Lin, don't forget our promise."
Christian sat in the car, rolled down the window, and waved to Lin Yu'an, his eyes filled with reluctance and anticipation. "Next time there's a hunting trip, be sure to call me!"
"Of course, Your Highness." Lin Yu'an nodded with a smile.
The convoy kicked up a cloud of dust and disappeared at the end of the forest road.
The noise subsided, and the manor returned to silence.
[Late at night, in the manor owner's living room]
After all the guests had left, only Lin Yu'an and Yepesen remained in the huge living room.
In the old fireplace, oak wood crackled and burned, providing a warm warmth. A waiter brought in a glass of decanted Burgundy wine and a cigar, then quietly withdrew.
Lin Yu'an leaned back on the leather sofa, gently swirling the crystal glass in his hand, watching the crimson liquid cling to the glass, before breaking the silence: "Those two European argali sheep, you must have put in a lot of effort, right?"
Yepeson paused slightly as he was cutting a cigar.
Lin Yu'an took a sip of wine, his tone as calm as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
"Pure breed, perfect physique, especially those horns, they look like they were tailor-made for winning a gold medal."
"To get them both to that route and that location without them noticing, and even get them into heat—that's no small task."
Yepeson put down his cigar cutter, looked up, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his deep old eyes, which then turned into a helpless wry smile: "Oh? How did you figure that out? To make this act seem natural, our hunting ground manager prepared for three whole months in advance."
"There are two flaws." Lin Yu'an held up two fingers.
"First, the edges of the hooves of those two sheep are too neat, lacking the uneven wear marks that would appear from long-term exposure to granite and gravel. They seem more like sheep raised in grasslands or enclosures."
"Secondly, during the dissection, I smelled the contents of the stomach. Besides acorns and moss, there was also a very faint, but definitely present, smell of 'falfa granules.'"
Lin Yu'an looked at Yepesen, "That's the smell of artificial feed. Even though we stopped feeding them for two days, the smell is as strong as perfume to a hunter."
Yepeson was silent for a few seconds, then burst into a hearty laugh.
"Hahaha! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
The renowned yacht designer raised his glass to Lin Yu'an, his eyes full of admiration: "No wonder you're a man who can survive in the wilderness; you couldn't even fool him."
Yepeson took a large gulp of wine, relaxed, and spoke candidly: "This is the adult world, Lin. This hunt today, from the very beginning, was prepared for that young future king."
He pointed to the seats where the departing industrial giants had sat: "Swedish bankers need the endorsement of the royal family, German tycoons want Danish infrastructure contracts, and I, X-Yachts, also need a royal representative with a nautical spirit."
"Those two sheep were jointly funded and airlifted from a breeding farm in Hungary. They were indeed wild, but after being semi-captive for several months, they were brought here for this very moment."
Yepeson looked at the flickering flames in the fireplace and said in a low voice, "We gave him the thrill, the glory, and the confidence he wanted."
"And he will remember everyone present today. This group of people is not hunting; they are investing in the future."
After saying that, he looked at Lin Yu'an with a hint of apology in his eyes: "I'm sorry, Lin, for dragging you into this political hunt. I made you play a part in this charade."
"No, this is very interesting." Lin Yu'an raised his glass and lightly clinked it with Yepesen's. "Moreover, whether they were domesticated or not, the double kill was real, and His Highness the Crown Prince's happiness was real as well."
"Seeing through something but not saying it," Lin Yu'an said with a slight smile. "Isn't that the rule of the game for adults?"
"Cheers." Yepasen smiled with satisfaction.
He tilted his head back and drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp, as if a great weight had been lifted from his heart. Then, he put down the glass, leaned forward slightly, and looked intently at Lin Yu'an.
"Lin, although you don't care, I can't be ignorant of the rules. You've helped me a lot this time, so I must give you a gift in return."
Lin Yu'an was about to wave his hand to refuse when Yepesen raised his hand to interrupt him.
"Don't rush to refuse. I know someone like you isn't short of money, nor is he short of luxury watches and cars." Yepeson paused, lowering his voice slightly, with a hint of mystery.
"But I have an opportunity that you, a wilderness addict, might not be able to resist."
"Oh?" Lin Yu'an became interested. "I'd like to hear more details."
Greenland.
When Yepesen uttered the word, it was as if he were carrying a chill from the Arctic.
"To be precise, it is the northernmost point of Greenland, the Inuit settlement in the Thule region."
Lin Yu'an raised an eyebrow: "If you're inviting me on a trip, then I'm afraid I'll have to say sorry. The scenery there is nice, but it lacks challenge for me."
"No, Lin. It's not about going to Ilulissat to see the glaciers, nor is it about staying in a heated hotel with a view."
Yepeson shook his head, his expression turning serious. "I mean, to the real no man's land!"
"Go to those special restricted areas established by the Danish government to protect the original ecology and indigenous culture."
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"You know, Danish law strictly prohibits ordinary tourists from entering those core Inuit hunter tribes."
"There are no hotels, no supermarkets, not even decent internet access. Only the most basic survival rules."
"I have a few old friends over there. If you're interested, I can use my connections to get you a special pass for anthropological research."
"You can stay in the homes of local hunters, eat and live with them. Experience the oldest igloos, learn how to drive a dog sled, and even—"
Yepeson gave Lin Yu'an a deep look. "They can even participate in their sacred survival hunt."
Upon hearing this, a glint of light finally flashed in Lin Yu'an's usually calm eyes.
"But this is no vacation," Yepeson poured cold water on his enthusiasm. "The conditions there aren't just harsh, they're hell. You have to endure minus forty degrees Celsius and sleep on animal hides that reek of blood."
"As for the food—" the old man made a face, "there are no Michelin chefs, only raw seal liver, fermented auks, and unfiltered snow water."
At this point, Yepeson suddenly laughed. "I've seen your YouTube channel, Lin. I know what you're looking for."
Yepesen leaned back on the sofa, his tone full of imagination: "Imagine if you could capture those scenes at the northernmost tip of Greenland, the Inuit hunting in blizzards, the songs of narwhals beneath the ice, the campfires burning in the polar night—"
"This will be one of the greatest works of your career. It's top-tier material that 99.9% of influencers in the world will never get their hands on in their lifetime."
A brief silence fell over the living room.
Only the occasional crackling sound of the firewood in the fireplace could be heard.
Lin Yu'an stroked the wine glass in his hand, and the vast white wasteland appeared in his mind.
"The conditions are a bit tough," Lin Yu'an finally spoke, "but it sounds like the place I should be going."
He looked at Yepesen and extended his hand: "Niels. I'll accept this gift."
Yepeson laughed and shook Lin Yu'an's hand. "Hahaha! I knew you'd agree! I hope your Chinese stomach can handle the raw seal meat."
"Don't worry." Lin Yu'an smiled calmly, "Anything that provides energy is food in my eyes."
"Very good." Yepeson stood up. "I'll have my secretary take care of the documents soon. You can enjoy yourself at this estate for the next few days; there's still a lot to explore."