My British Empire

"My lord duke! Even with the support of you and William?"

The baron turned around in his heart, and asked with some uncertainty in his tone.

"Hehe! How can the two of us help you? You have to think about it, there are sixteen ministers in the Regency Committee!"

"And what about His Majesty the King?" His Excellency the Baron interrupted.

"Your Majesty the King? He's just a puppet now! Besides, it's hard for him to choose between you and Edward!"

When Duke Houghton heard Baron Seymour's question, he couldn't help but smiled contemptuously, and explained to the baron.

Hearing this, Baron Seymour couldn't imagine that his relative was stopping him, but how did he know the pain in his heart?

At his wedding, the new wife was humiliated by his brother's wife in public, and the baron could only watch helplessly, and was even frightened by Duke Edward's power, so he had no choice but to compromise.

After this incident, Baron Thomas's sensitive and inferior heart was deeply stimulated. He knew that if he wanted to prevent that from happening again, he had to improve his status, and England's regent was an ideal position.

However, he knew that his elder brother, Duke Edward, was now the biggest stumbling block in his way and he had to be removed.

"But! Your Majesty still has his uses!"

The baron didn't care about Duke Holden's teasing, and still emphasized.

"You'd better wait! Now that he has lost some of his hearts, why not make this crack bigger?"

Seeing that Baron Seymour was still a little unwilling to give up, for the sake of his niece, Duke Holden patiently persuaded him.

"That's it for today! Time is running out, so I'll go back first, goodbye! Dear Your Excellency the Duke!"

Hearing this, the baron knew that he could not get any help from this cunning Duke, which made him very disappointed.

Resisting a sigh of disappointment, Baron Seymour said some cold farewell words, then got up and called the servant outside the door to open the door!

"Thomas! We still have to let go of this extravagant hope. It's not too late to talk about it after a while!"

Duke Holden made his final persuasion, looking at the promising Baron Seymour in front of him.

"Understood! Thank you for your reminder, Your Excellency the Duke!"

The baron turned his head back, left a word, walked out of the living room door, and went straight to the door of the Duke's mansion.

"Moss! To the East End!" the baron ordered without a trace of emotion.

"Yes!" The groom responded very diligently.

The East End of London has historically been a slum area. According to Conan Doyle, the famous author of Sherlock Holmes, the most dangerous place in London in the fog is the East End.

Because it is close to the wharf, most of the residents are poor people who were born as coolies and immigrants, so it seems to be a mixed bag. Gangs and hooligans of all colors are rampant, and fatal incidents occur almost every day.

The famous "Jack the Ripper" in history was once active here.

Surprised by the poor people on the road, the carriage drove to the door of a dilapidated tavern with a signboard made of sails on it - Sail Tavern.

Clutching his nose, the baron walked straight up to the second floor regardless of the surprised gazes of many shirtless sailors and coolies in the tavern.

The second floor is the accommodation room. Walking on the long corridor with a width of only about two feet, enduring the groans coming from nowhere, the Baron finally found his destination——Room 18.

"Dong dong dong!" The baron knocked on the door casually, waking up the two people inside who were doing exercises beneficial to human reproduction.

"Oh! Cool! Hurry up, come, take it and go!" A middle-aged man with a beard and a beard suddenly heard a knock on the door, and couldn't help but spit out in surprise. Then he took a shilling from his pocket and threw it to the naked red-haired woman on the bed.

"Crack! I still have something to do. I'll spoil you tonight! Baby!" The man was dressed, and casually patted the woman's white and alluring big buttocks, and said to the woman who was also in a hurry.

"Okay! I'll be waiting for you!" The woman put on her few clothes and smiled coquettishly, her delicate face with heavy makeup looked extraordinarily charming.

The woman opened the door, was startled when she saw the baron standing at the door, and then left with an intoxicating smile on her face.

After glancing at the leaving woman, the baron entered the room holding his nose, staring at the man who was getting dressed.

"Lord Baron! I didn't expect it to be you. What happened just now..." The man had a scar on his face. He stood more than six feet tall, but his tall body could only lower his waist when he met Baron Seymour.

"Soros! I don't care what kind of woman you are, I just want to tell you, if you delay the big things, be careful of your dog head!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I will never delay your business!" Hearing this, Soros hurriedly promised with sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Okay! Your subordinates have all come in this time!" The baron looked around in disgust, and had no choice but to close the wooden door casually.

"My lord! My brothers have made arrangements. This time there are thousands of people. I listened to your instructions and let them enter the place you arranged in batches. They all know the importance of the matter and the danger of exposure is very high." Small!"

Soros is a member of the Vikings. He leads five medium-sized warships and supports nearly 500 little Luola.

However, no matter how powerful he was, he was not as powerful as the English navy. When the navy's arrest warrant was issued, he had to hide in Tibet, and he didn't open for half a month.

In order to please the Lord of the Navy, Baron Seymour, and also to make him revoke his arrest warrant.

He brought his own men and temporarily recruited a group of scattered pirates, and the number quickly exceeded a thousand. According to Baron Seymour's wishes, they were divided into several groups and secretly hid in the slums where fish and dragons were mixed, without a single wave.

"Very good! You will start to act tonight!" The baron said in an excited tone, and Soros breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just, that..." Soros looked at Baron Seymour standing there from the corner of his eye, with a hint of nervousness and a timid voice, which did not fit his huge body shape at all.

"What? Tell me what you have to say!" The baron looked at the awkward man in front of him, and felt a little queasy in his heart.

"That's right! Brothers sailed here in London port early in the morning, with a flat belly! See?"

After saying this, Soros returned to his original look of slashing straight away.

"Take these! After this matter is over, it will be to your benefit!"

Baron Seymour took out a large handful of golden pounds from his pocket, which made Soros tremble.

"That's enough!"

"Enough! Enough! Thank you Baron!"

Soros couldn't wait to take the gold coins in the baron's hand, and counted them carefully.

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