Chapter 78: undercurrents (4)

Chapter 78 Undercurrent Surge (4)

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

Lord 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!"

"Then what about His Majesty the King?" 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!"

Hearing the question from Baron Seymour, Duke Houghton could not help but smile 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, his newlywed wife was publicly humiliated by his brother's wife, 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! His 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.

Holding back 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! This extravagant hope still needs to be let go, it's not too late to talk about it after a while!"

Duke Houghton made the 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, and walked out of the living room door, heading straight for the door of the Duke's mansion.

"Moss! Go to the East End of London!" the baron ordered without a trace of emotion.

"Yes!" The groom responded 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 from coolie backgrounds 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 historically famous "Jack the Ripper" was once active here.

Under the surprise of the poor on the road, the carriage drove to the door of a dilapidated tavern with a sign made of sails hanging on it—Sail Tavern.

Holding 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 from everywhere, the Baron finally found his destination—Room 18.

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

"Oh!! Cool! Wow~ Get up, come, take it and go!" A middle-aged strong 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 put on his clothes, casually patted the woman's white and alluring big butt, 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, and 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 that if you delay major events, be careful of your dog head!"

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

"Okay! Your men 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 under his command. He can be regarded as a tyrant in the North Sea (north of England, near Iceland).

However, no matter how powerful it is, it is not as powerful as the English navy. When the navy's arrest warrant is issued, he has to hide in Tibet, and has not opened 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 tone, which didn't fit his huge figure 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! The brothers arrived here in the port of London by boat early in the morning, and their stomachs are flat! Do you see?"

After saying this, Soros returned to his original appearance.

"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.

"This is 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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