My British Empire

  Chapter 104 Wood

  ps: As long as everyone casts one more vote, the world will become a better world.

   After Commander Gay casually said a word, he pursed his lips tightly, his dark face looked a little tired.

  Holding slightly with rough hands, if you look carefully, the skin under his chest hair is already covered with fine beads of sweat.

  The eyes narrowed slightly, and the head began to slowly tilt down. He knew that the anger of His Majesty the King was about to wash away the city of London.

   "It's simply unreasonable. I just asked them to compensate for the losses they should have. They didn't say anything clearly, but they even did it secretly!"

   "Okay! That's great! It seems that the majesty of the king has not come for a long time, and some people have forgotten it!"

  Edward rolled his eyes when he heard Guy's words, and immediately understood that these London businessmen were unwilling to give up 30,000 pounds for nothing.

  They used Edward's name to increase taxes. In this way, not only can they make up for the loss of 30,000 pounds, but they can even make a lot of profit.

   What is exasperating is that not only did Edward not get a pound, but he also became a villain for no reason.

  You know, in the time of Henry VIII and Henry VII, if the merchants were so bold, they would have been hanged long ago.

   And this group of businessmen have the courage to provoke themselves, they really think they are made of mud!

   "Guy, how many good Dark Blade players are there in London!"

  Edward thought for a while, the thumb and index finger of his right hand scratched each other unconsciously, and the long nails he had kept were struggling inside and out.

  Looking at the leader of the dark blade who lowered his head and pretended to be a snail, he asked with a sullen face.

   "Your Majesty, relying on your annual appropriation and the protection fees we collect, according to your plan, London is now divided into four jurisdictions, each with a centurion-level population."

   "So, plus my commander's self-government area, there are now 564 people in London, and the current number is still growing slowly."

   "And those who are able to fight are only less than 400 people!"

   As he said that, Commander Gay, who was still a little complacent, was a little embarrassed, and lowered his head in a little shame.

  He felt that when His Majesty the King needed him, he had fewer capable manpower, which was not conducive to His Majesty's plan.

  In fact, this is related to his recruitment plan. As a bankrupt intellectual, he still prefers people like him.

  So basically what he can recruit is those intellectuals who can read and write, followed by those who can beat capable vulgar people.

  Edward took a breath and calmed down his mood. His mouth wanted to say some curse words, but he felt that he would be disrespectful to the king.

   "My Lord Commander, what you did... is not bad. I think it's just a problem with your recruiting strategy. Just change it and it will be perfect!"

  Edward was about to spew out bad words, but he turned a corner in time, because he thought about it, and he couldn't blame him, after all, he had never done this business.

  I have been letting him manage it like a sheep. In the absence of a reference, it is already very good to reach this level, and his confidence should not be suppressed.

   "So, my Excellency Commander, let's start to meet this important task!"

  When Commander Guy was preparing to greet Edward's saliva, unexpectedly, he waited for an understatement, which can be said to be mostly a compliment.

  Just as he was in a daze for a moment, Edward began to announce the mission!

   "Subordinate to the Royal Family of England, Commander of the Dark Blade—Guy Ham, follow your instructions, His Majesty Edward VI!"

  Guy reacted immediately, knelt down on one knee, put his right hand on his chest, slightly lowered his head full of black curly hair, and made a thick voice.

   "Commander Guy, now I order you to immediately mobilize all the personnel belonging to the Dark Blade in London to investigate the entire London slander of the royal family and find out the real mastermind behind it!"

   As he spoke, Edward took out a black pottery shard from the wooden box behind him, which was specially fired to form the English version of the Tiger Talisman.

  This is a custom-made rule that Edward started to set up the Dark Blade. In addition to mobilizing a hundred or so people belonging to him, the leader of the Dark Blade can usually only mobilize the troops of a centurion.

   If you want to mobilize other centurions, you need the lion-shaped tiger amulet in Edward's hand and his tiger amulet as one.

   "Yes, for the glory of England, for His Majesty the King, I must complete the task."

  Holding the Tiger Talisman in Edward's hand, Commander Gay stood up and replied with a passionate voice.

  After bidding farewell to Edward, Guy walked out of Whitehall Palace with a ruddy face, his neatly combed beard trembling, and narrated his master's excited mood.

  Guy came to a small villa in London, which is the new headquarters of Dark Blade.

  The old small restaurant can no longer accommodate the ever-expanding Dark Blade, and as a spy department, it is not appropriate to be in a noisy small restaurant.

  So Guy re-applied to Edward, and Edward took a villa obtained by confiscating his home as Dark Blade's new headquarters.

   "My lord!" "My lord!" The two guards, Xiao Lala, saw their boss coming, and hurriedly greeted with a smile.

   "Well, do it well!" Guy patted one of them on the shoulder and said encouragingly to the two of them.

   "Yes, yes!" The two nodded in unison, with an expression of being valued on their faces, their spirits became more lifted, and their waists became straighter.

   Guy has done countless times for such a small and inexpensive thing, and it has even become his habit.

   "My lord!" As soon as Guy entered his office, a short and lean man stood up and greeted him.

   "Wood, your report is very meaningful. His Majesty the King is very satisfied. You can become a royal knight after completing a few more tasks!"

   Guy looked very happy, and said to the man in front of him.

   "Yes, Your Excellency Commander, I only need three tasks, and I can serve the royal family!"

  Wood enjoyed Gay's congratulations very much, showing an excited look.

  Since becoming a centurion, Wood has always been the hardest working person among his colleagues. In just two years, he is very close to the title of knight.

  So, during the current period of time, Wood has been thinking about becoming a knight.

  For example, what should one's surname be called, one chooses one's own, perhaps His Majesty the King will bestow one.

   And not only the surname, but also a family coat of arms. How should I do it? Is it someone who set it up?

   "Wood, Wood, are you okay!" Guy waved his hand in front of his eyes, awakening Wood who was in deep thought.

   "It's okay, Your Excellency Commander, is there any task for me?"

  Wood wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and asked Guy seriously.

   "Exactly, I have a task for you. You go to investigate a famous rich man in London, Cromwell Smith, collect evidence of his crime, and monitor his contacts by the way!"

   "He is our main target, don't startle the snake, let him notice you! Remember to be careful!"

  Guy looked at the door of the office, then closed the door and window with his own hands, came to Wood's side, and whispered into his ear.

   After all, Cromwell is the richest man in London, and he has a lot of eyeliner, so it's good to be careful.

   Seeing his boss's cautious appearance, Wood became more cautious in his movements and voice.

   "Okay, my lord, I will go right now, and I will definitely complete the task."

   As he spoke, Wood saluted and said goodbye to Guy solemnly, promising with confidence on his face.

  Watching Wood walk out of his office, and the mood at this time are mixed. In fact, he still has a little envy for this subordinate.

  Wood has been following him for more than three years. He was recruited at the beginning, as long as it was to ensure the safety of his group of people, so he was specially recruited.

   Unexpectedly, Wood, the most uneducated among his group, was about to become the first knight among them. Things are changing!

  Guy sighed helplessly, and immediately threw himself into the siege of documents.

  At this time, in the suburbs of London, this is a residential area where the middle class gathers together.

  It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was struggling to radiate residual heat, trying to warm the vagrants in ragged clothes who were hiding in the corner.

  And these poor people can only look longingly at a small wooden building not far away, but candles have already been lit there, and the whole building looks extraordinarily bright and attractive.

  Especially in this group of standing buildings in the woods, it looks even more outstanding.

   Few people know that this is a real estate belonging to the famous Smith family in London.

   Meanwhile, Cromwell Smith, a well-known wealthy businessman in London, was walking back and forth anxiously in this brightly lit room at the age of over fifty years old.

   "Father, go sit down for a while! I'll wait." The current head of the Smith family, Cromwell Jr., looked at his father's anxious appearance, and persuaded him softly.

   "It's nothing, my body can still hold on, this guest is related to the future of our family!"

   "I can't be careless!" Old Cromwell waved his hand, refused his son's support, and persistently walked around on crutches.

   "Father, nothing happened to our current salt business. What else can we ask for?"

  The young Cromwell, who was around thirty, frowned, stood behind the old Cromwell, and asked suspiciously.

   "Hehe! What do you know, how long can our salt business last? The Hanseatic League in Germany, the Kingdom of Denmark, which one doesn't have the support of the state?"

   "The ships they launched recently are getting more and more powerful, but we are still the same, and the pressure of competition is too great! While we still have money, we have to change our thinking and regain control of a profitable business!"

   "Father, is this also the reason for you to worry about our King?"

   Looking at his father's worried expression, Cromwell Jr. was very interested in the new business he was talking about, and suddenly he remembered a recent incident that didn't fit his father's way of doing things.

  (end of this chapter)