Chapter 446

There was a flash of fear in his eyes, and the housekeeper's attitude towards Wang Yong finally changed.

Before, he was arrogant from the bottom of his heart. As the housekeeper of the big family, he didn't even look at some government officials, let alone Wang Yong.

But now he is aware of Wang Yong's power, and shows respect for him.

"In a word, state your master's purpose." Wang Yong looked at the housekeeper and said.

The housekeeper coughed again, which made him feel better.

He took a look at Wang Yong and said, "our master really just wants to invite you to the castle. How can our staff know the specific purpose? "

Wang Yong stares into the housekeeper's eyes and sees that he is not lying. He really doesn't know the specific reason.

"Who is your master?"

Hearing Wang Yong ask his master, the housekeeper's timid eyes finally sparkled, as if he were looking at a star in the sky. He raised his head and said, "my master is Lord St. Michael!"

"Lord Saint Michael? What the hell, I haven't heard of it. " Wang Yong frowned and said in doubt.

This made the housekeeper angry, and he was not afraid of Wang Yong's force. Instead, he yelled at Wang Yong and said, "how dare you be so rude to Saint Michael?"

Wang Yong raised his eyebrows and asked, "what's wrong with rudeness? It's just a Lord. He doesn't dare to hang up his real title. Obviously, he is the lowest ranking baron. What is there to show off? In China, at best, it is a bad belle or gege, who can be frightened? "

There are five ranks of nobility in England: Duke, marquis, count, viscount and Baron. When addressing, they usually bring addressing. Such as the Duke, marquis.

However, the word "Baron" is rarely used in Britain, so all barons should replace the word "Lord".

That's why Wang Yong would say that Saint Michael is the lowest baron. It's a big title. After all, it's a royal title. But small is also small, because there are many landlords in British history who have been knighted as barons.

Wang Yong felt that he had already given him face by comparing St. Michael with Baylor and gege. After all, the Chinese gege are all real royal children, and the landlord laocai can't get such an identity.

Even if converted to modern government positions, that is, the rank of high court judge.

The housekeeper's expression of adoration made the master of his house look like a duke.

Wang Yong's tone of ridicule was unacceptable to the housekeeper.

"What happened to the Baron? Do you know how many other lords are recognized by the British government? Not a few! And Lord Michael is one of them! Moreover, our Lord's ability is far from what a baron's title can show! A title is just an ornament The housekeeper has a point.

He was very proud of his master's title just now, but now it has become a kind of decoration. He really has a reason to say that.

Wang Yong knew that he would not discuss with such people clearly, so he stopped asking. Instead, he said impatiently, "what is your Baron Saint Michael looking for from me? Business? I can't. killing? Sorry, I'm not a mercenary. Besides, I really can't figure out what value I have. Please tell him that I will visit him when I have time. But forget it now. I have to catch a plane. "

With that, Wang Yong would pull the spoon and Yuan Lin away.

The housekeeper was in a hurry. The emotion has been pretending for a long time, but the task has not been completed.

"Stop!" The housekeeper could not help shouting.

"What? What are you looking for again Wang Yong looked back at the housekeeper with a smile.

The housekeeper beat to excite spirit, but forced to straighten out chest, full face serious to Wang Yong way: "you can't go."

"Why?"

"My master said that the man you are looking for is with him." The housekeeper said suddenly.

"What?" Wang Yong was stunned.

The man he's looking for is at St. Michael's? He wanted to find Morgan, and Guoan said that the place where Morgan made his last appearance was

Thinking of this, Wang Yong suddenly stood still.

Morgan is in London, too!

That is to say, St. Michael didn't lie. Morgan was there!

"What do you want to do?" Wang Yong instinctively felt that there was a conspiracy, but he couldn't guess it.

After the housekeeper said this, he did not know. He just repeated the sentence: "the master just wants to invite you to be guests, no harm. If you agree, you can fly to London now, and my host will guarantee your safety, even in front of the French police. "

This is thought-provoking. Saint Michael meant to protect Wang Yong.

What did he see in Wang Yong? Can you really kill everything with high face value?

Wang Yong thought shamelessly, and felt more and more desperate for this era of looking at faces. He just wants to live on his talent!

After a little meditation, Wang Yong suddenly made a decision.

Go!

Now the situation is very obvious, that Saint Michael Lord restricted Wang Yong three people to leave the country, and there is only one way to die in Paris. And Morgan was there, if not at St Michael's, at least in London. It seems no harm to follow the housekeeper.

As far as the present situation is concerned, the hostility of the other side is not strong, and it means to cooperate with Wang Yong.

Although Wang Yong did not know what the other side wanted to cooperate with him.

"Lead the way!" Housekeeper Wang yongchong spits out two words.

With a smile, the housekeeper finally let go. As long as Wang Yong agrees to go, the master's energy is limited in the French territory. But in London, it's different.

If this guy dares to deal with himself as he did just now, he will regret it! The housekeeper swore in secret.

But he didn't show any meaning on his face. With a professional smile, he led Wang Yong to the VIP Hall.

With the help of the housekeeper, Wang Yong's restrictions were immediately lifted. The ticket was upgraded to the VIP class, and I got on the ferry and the plane.

If someone pays, Wang Yongle enjoys the success. As soon as I got on the plane, I began to take a rest with my eyes closed. I didn't worry about the next situation.

Along the way, Wang Yong's heart has been very strong. Another adventure, can you assassinate Kunde in Myanmar? Can you kill the Fallen Angel headquarters alone? How can we fight and kill Abraham?

If you don't agree with life and death, you can do it.

Eight words, though vulgar, show the true temperament.

Finally, the plane took off, with a whistling sound, slowly lifted off, disappeared in the sky.

At this time, in an old castle in London, under the sunny sky, two people are enjoying afternoon tea leisurely, enjoying the scenery of the castle with a long history.

The castle is called St. Michael's castle. Located on a tidal Island 366 meters from the coast of Cornwall hill bay, London, it is connected to the land through a marble channel, which is only open at low tide. The terrain is dangerous and full of mystery.

The whole castle is a perfect combination of slate and granite. In literary books, the castle is called "gray rock in the woods", reflecting the folk culture before the Shanwan coast was flooded. Of course, the name accurately describes the location of the castle surrounded by mountains and forests. After the coastal storm, tree debris was clearly visible at low tide.

Historically, Mount St. Michael is the counterpart of Cornwall and Mount St. Michel in Normandy. Local people call it "mountain" for short. The chapel is the foreign teachers' District, and the castle is the official residence of a certain Lord. Many cultural relics, mainly armor and antique furniture, remain in the castle. Even at the moment, the tableware used by two people in the castle is a piece of cultural relics.

There is a built-in tower at the top of the castle, with a small turret in one corner for the command of ships. The rock church on the beach is a landmark for pilgrims to worship the Virgin Mary before they go to Mount St. Michael.

"Mr. Morgan, this is black tea boiled in the clear spring of the castle. How about it? Is it very sweet? " A pale young man with a cup of black tea rushed to the man sitting opposite.

The person opposite is tall and powerful, with a crooked nose, clear eyebrows and a cold expression.

He is the agent that Wang Yong is looking for.

Morgan's face in China is generally regarded as cold and dangerous, aggressive and dominating. It's very consistent with Morgan's consistent style.

However, in front of the young people sitting opposite him, Morgan has turned his aggressiveness back without a trace, but with a little caution.

"Monsieur Saint Michael, I have given you what you asked me to look for. But you have not allowed me to go back to China to do business. Why on earth is that? " Asked Morgan, puzzled.

The young man is the owner of the castle, Lord St. Michael.

Saint Michael glanced at Morgan and said, "you've got it, but it's still to be verified whether it's useful. I thought that Abraham could be trusted, but who knew that he died so easily in the hands of Wang Yong. His death made me very passive. I can only make friends with Wang Yong for a while. Your meaning here is to make sure that he will come here obediently. After he arrives, I have verified that things are true and effective, and will naturally give you a reward and send you away. "

"But I've been in Europe too long. What's more, Wang Yong is not a good stubble. I'm afraid... "Morgan wants to say more.

He was interrupted by St. Michael before he finished. St. Michael waved and said, "I don't need to be afraid of anything here. Drink tea. "

With a sigh, Morgan took the cup of black tea from far away China and took a sip of it.

It's just that he doesn't think it's good to drink, or even worse than the worst coffee. He really doesn't understand how it can be so expensive.

At the second tea Fair held in Huaxia Yangcheng that year, 20 grams of "Dahongpao" tea was sold by a mysterious buyer at a sky high price of 180000 yuan, setting an amazing record in the history of Chinese tea auction. There are only three mother trees of Dahongpao tea.

And the person who took away the 20 grams of tea was not someone else. It was Lord St. Michael in front of him.

What they drink now is that kind of tea.

"Wuwu", two people are leisurely tasting black tea, at this time, they heard a burst of little girl crying on the ground floor of the castle.

Saint Michael frowned and immediately beckoned a servant and said, "shut up that girl. If you can't be soft, you can be hard as long as you don't die. "