Although religion no longer held such a special status in the early 20th century, the majority of people in Europe and even the whole world still believed in religion.
If combined with public opinion propaganda, this could not only bring Arthur considerable prestige, but also add a layer of mystery to his identity and status.
For such a rare white deer, it was obvious that it had to be captured no matter what. If it was killed directly, it would be a pity.
Arthur turned to his subordinates and ordered them to fetch a specially-made hunting rifle.
This rifle had a smaller caliber, and its killing power was naturally weaker. As long as it wasn't aimed at a vital part, it wouldn't be lethal to the prey.
Of course, although the power was weaker, lethality still existed. If hit in the limbs, it would essentially lose its ability to move.
Arthur's goal was naturally to hit the white deer's limbs, causing it to lose its mobility, and naturally unable to escape.
He raised the rifle, took a deep breath, and concentrated as he aimed at the white deer several dozen meters away.
Fortunately, when the deer was spotted, the team had already stopped their movements, and hid themselves at Arthur's gesture.
Although this series of actions caused some slight noise, it did not frighten the white deer.Bang!
After the deafening gunshot, the front leg of the white deer was instantly hit, flesh and blood splattering, and the intense pain made it cry out, struggling to stand up and escape.
Although only its front leg was hit, the massive wound and pain were enough to render this seemingly robust wild deer unable to move.
Seeing that the white deer could no longer move, Arthur had no intention of firing another shot. He approached with Butler Kent and a few guards, intending to capture the deer alive.
"It's really strong, it should be a reindeer, Your Majesty." Butler Kent looked at the white deer getting closer, its huge antlers and strong body proved it was an adult white reindeer.
"Where's the doctor? Have him treat his poor creature's wounds." Arthur, who was now close, looked at the wounded deer lying on the ground, constantly crying out, and spoke to the accompanying doctor.
Although not a regular veterinarian, treating the deer's wounds would be no problem at all.
After all, the accompanying doctor for the hunting party was an expert from the royal private hospital in the palace, and his knowledge in medical care was among the best;
These experts were very skilled in emergency surgeries and wound treatment. Using them to treat this deer may even be a bit of an overkill.
The closer he got, the clearer he could see the robustness of this white deer. Arthur nodded, quite satisfied with his hunting results.
"After bandaging him up, take him back to the villa! Remember, watch his wounds carefully; I want to keep a healthy deer, understand?" Arthur instructed the doctor who was treating the deer's wounds.
At least before returning to Sydney, this medical expert's primary task would be to care for the white deer that Arthur had hunted.
Hiring a specialist with a salary of over a thousand Australian dollars to care for a freshly captured wild animal - such extravagance could perhaps only be possible for the nobles and capitalists of this time.
And Arthur was not only one of the largest nobles in the world, but also one of the largest capitalists.
For Arthur, the salary of this medical expert was merely a drop in the bucket.
Though capturing this white reindeer had satisfied Arthur's expectations for the hunt, now that they were here, they couldn't just leave now.
Besides, the two young ones hadn't had their fill of fun either, so returning now would be a bit of a dampener to the mood.
After a team of guards and the medical expert escorted the white reindeer back to the villa, Arthur continued with Butler Kent, the two children, and the remaining about ten guards, searching for the next hunting spot.
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