My British Empire

  Chapter 102 Udall

  ps: Ask for tickets, ask for hugs

   After several people, Edward came to the backstage. Looking at a room with linen rags in front of him, he guessed that it was the backstage.

   Waiting for his two generals to follow, Edward lifted the curtain and walked over in a swaggering manner.

  At this time, the actors who had just finished their performances were hurrying to rest. There were still a few of them who hadn't removed their makeup, and sat on the ground regardless of their image, flapping their sleeves and fanning themselves to catch the cold. Suddenly, the sound of the door curtain being raised attracted all the resting actors, and a dozen pairs of eyes stared at Edward.

   "Hey! Everyone, who is your person in charge? I have something to talk to him about!"

  Edward didn't care about the eyes of everyone, as if he was the master, and asked everyone directly.

  As for the young man dressed like an aristocrat who suddenly appeared in front of him, the actors didn't know how to deal with it, so they all responded in silence, and no one got up to drive Edward away.

   Just like that, the air in the room condensed for a while, and finally, a person dressed as a knight stood up and greeted him. To be precise, it was a young man with knight makeup and exaggerated and gorgeous knight costumes.

   "Sir! Hello, what do you want from me?"

  The young man looked to be in his twenties at most, with long dark brown hair and a blue beard on his face. He put on a smiling face and asked Edward very politely. Evidently Edward's clothes made him wary.

   "Are you the owner of this theater? Stop joking, my sir."

  Edward was surprised that a man in his twenties became a theater owner, as if he had heard a joke. Besides, there is no boss who will perform on stage in person.

   "No, no, no! You have misunderstood, I am just the manager of the Rose Theater, and our Rose Theater belongs to the Earl of Boswell, the Lord Boswell, the Minister of the Privy Council."

  The young man hurriedly waved his hand, quickly denied it, and finally emphasized the ownership of the theater, as if he thought that Edward, a son of a nobleman, was here to make trouble.

   At this time, in order to obtain political asylum, the drama theater was still subordinate to a certain nobleman in name, but the actors were independent in person.

   "Oh, that's easy to explain. I just wanted to ask who wrote this play you're performing? Don't be so nervous!"

  Edward looked at the group of people who were facing an enemy, and said speechlessly.

   "Sir, it turns out that you are looking for Udall!"

  After hearing Edward's explanation, the people who stood up were relieved, but they still maintained a look of vigilance on their faces.

   "Sir, please forgive our impoliteness. If you want to find Udall, you can go to Landkey Street in the Riverside District. You can ask casually and you will know his location!"

  The young manager smiled gracefully and answered Edward's question very politely.

   "Well, thank you, Mr. Young Manager, I think we will meet again!"

  Edward smiled at him mysteriously, then turned around and took Baron Smith and Andre out of the sweaty room.

  The young manager stood there in a daze, pondering what Edward said before he left, his mind was full of questions, and he was very confused.

   "Sir, are you okay!" An actor playing a businessman came up and asked the young manager.

   "Nothing! Everyone take a good rest, there will be another performance later!"

  The young manager answered casually, then turned and said to the actors who were at a loss.

  Leaving the backstage, Edward smiled, and said to the tall Andre while walking:

   "Andre, when you go back, go talk to the owner of the Rose Theater, no! Talk to these four big theaters for a while, and buy them at a favorable price!"

   "You are limited to one week to complete, otherwise you will have good fruit to eat!"

  After listening to Edward's instructions, Andre looked confused. He couldn't figure out why His Majesty the King bought these theaters. Does His Majesty like to watch dramas?

  Edward ignored the bewildered eyes of Andre behind him, and went straight into the taxi summoned by Baron Smith.

  Will Edward tell him the importance of public opinion guidance?

  The carriage is closed this time, and the curtain is pulled down, so the smell of the street can no longer enter Edward's nose.

  So, even though Edward felt that his **** was a little tight, he was still very satisfied.

   Sitting in a carriage, crossed London Bridge, came to the inner city, Edward wandered back to Whitehall Palace.

  Getting out of the carriage, Guy naturally bid farewell to Edward, while Andre, who had already become a servant of the royal family, was still following Edward.

   I moved my body, to be precise, I moved my buttocks.

   "Invite that man named Udall later, stay at Whitehall Palace, I want to see him!"

  Andre, who watched Edward doing strange movements, responded humbly, looking like a servant.

   Watching Edward disappear into the palace little by little, Andre turned around and got into the ordinary carriage.

  Andre stayed in the carriage with a calm face. He was very confident that he could call the man named Udall, but how to buy these four theaters at a relatively affordable price was very troublesome.

  The kings in the Middle Ages did not have the unrivaled power of the Chinese emperors, and in the West they also emphasized the inviolability of private property. The wind and rain can enter, but the king cannot enter.

   To buy things, you have to sell real gold coins to buy them. If you don’t see the money, these greedy merchants will not let go.

   What's more, even the Rose Theater has the Earl of Boswell as a backer, and several other theaters are not vegetarian.

   As a small servant, even the servant of His Majesty the King of England, he couldn't let greedy businessmen like them back down half a point.

   "Sir! We've reached Landeck Street, and the carriage can't get in. I'll wait for you here!"

  The heavy voice of the groom echoed in the carriage, waking up Andre who was thinking.

   "Okay, wait for me here! I'll be back in a while!"

  Andre opened the car curtain to see how shabby Landky Street is.

  In an instant, what came into view was an alley with a width of only two feet, which only allowed one person to pass through. If it was a little fatter, it would be embarrassing.

  On both sides are low shed areas made of mud and mud. The narrow wooden shed area is not big, but when Andre looked around, there were countless people lying there densely.

  All kinds of people lay on the hay like this, and there were families lying down and sleeping together.

Some people even know how to use some rags as curtains and some wood as a partition wall, knowing how to cover it; while some people’s homes, except for a shed on the top, just lie on the ground regardless of the image. Well, I don't know how to live or die.

  However, this narrow alley is surprisingly long. Looking at the intersection now, there is no end in sight. It is conservatively estimated that there are as many as a thousand people.

  Andre didn't want to search step by step, which would make people exhausted, so he thought of a clever way.

   "Hey, little brother, do you know Udall?" Andre caught a little boy playing and bent down to ask.

   "Sir, yes, is that Udall who often writes?" the little boy said timidly with his upper body bare.

   Seeing the little boy naked in this cold winter, Andre couldn't help but empathize with him. He remembered the hard times when he was a child, and his tone became softer.

   "Yes, I'll give you two pennies if you take me!"

  Looking at the two pennies in Andre's hand, the little boy couldn't help swallowing, as if seeing food.

  Two pennies buy two of the worst brown breads, enough to feed a family for days!

   "Well, good sir, come with me!" The little boy hurriedly agreed, as if the two pence would disappear after a while.

   Followed the little boy and walked forward slowly and hard. Even though Andre was not careful, his legs were still stained with mud.

  After walking for about ten minutes, the little boy stopped at a crumbling wooden shed. The only bright spot is that there are several canvases around the wooden shed as a wall, which protects privacy very well.

  Looking at the little boy's hopeful eyes, Andre gave him two pennies.

  Watching the little boy leave happily, Andre directly opened the curtain and walked in.

  I saw a middle-aged man with an unshaven face lying on a bed made of hay, with a few pieces of paper full of words beside him.

   Just when he was about to see what was written on the paper, the middle-aged man who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyelids and stared at Andre in a daze.

  At this moment, Andre felt as if he had been caught as a thief, and felt very embarrassed.

   "Uh, this, are you Mr. Udall?" Andre asked immediately, changing the subject.

   "I am, I wonder if you are?" Udel looked at Andre sleepily and asked back.

   "His Majesty the King invites you to go there, now, follow me immediately!"

  Andre looked at the sloppy middle-aged man with disgust in his eyes, and said in an unquestionable tone.

   "But..." "There's nothing to worry about, now I'll take you to change."

   "My God, I really don't know how you survived."

  ………

  So, when they arrived at Whitehall Palace, standing in front of Edward was a gray-bearded old man with thinning hair, wearing a fat white long coat and sleeved jacket.

   "Come on, do it, Mr. Udall? Don't be so formal!"

  Yudell looked at Edward dressed as the king, his body cowered, and his mouth seemed to be able to hold an egg.

   "Yes, yes, Your Majesty, it's an honor to meet you, it's really an honor!"

   After Yudel stammered and said such a sentence, he became a dull gourd again.

   "Don't be nervous, Mr. Udall, I heard that you wrote the play performed at the Rose Theater?"

   Regarding Edward's question, Udall was a little cranky. Does this drama offend the king? After hesitating for a while, he replied bluntly.

   "Yes, Your Majesty, this is a script I wrote!"

   "Very well, my husband, I admire your talent very much. I invite you here, but I need you to do me a favor!"

  (end of this chapter)