Chapter 229: clue

Chapter 229 Clues

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"Please forgive me, Your Majesty, after all, I don't have the right!"

Angus had a bitter face, spread his hands, and frowned his thick eyebrows. He licked his lips, as if he was in unspeakable pain.

Edward's eyes were fixed, his lips curled up slightly, showing an appearance that everything was in the palm of his hand.

"Okay, Mr. Chief Judge, don't give me false words, this is just an excuse!"

Angus looked at the confident smile of the young king, and sighed in his heart: It was as expected!

To be honest, although Angus Adonis has the honor of knighthood, in the face of the collusion between local gentlemen and judges, a small nobleman who is not a nobleman is not taken seriously by them at all.

So, facing the king's more in-depth question, the bitterness in Angus' heart directly surfaced on his face.

"Sir Adonis, don't worry about anything, everything you are facing is just a cloud!"

Edward seemed to think of something, and said something suddenly, with the confidence in his tone beyond words.

"This..." Angus had a hesitant face and a hesitant tone.

"Okay, do they still dare to be rude to me? Huh?" Edward said loudly, annoyed by Angus's hesitant character.

As the chief judge of the circuit court, even if he often does secretarial work, he has some supervisory rights, so he must be clearer about the details below.

Edward believes that if you want to implement local reforms smoothly, you need to teach the local powers a lesson and reduce their prestige.

Wait until they realize that the kingship is still as strong all these years, and awaken them to the horrors of Henry VIII's time.

At present, he does not have the same prestige as Henry VIII, and can only rely on power to enforce it.

If someone rebels or riots during this period, those who are afraid of royal power will definitely observe it and will not act immediately.

That is to say, the local gentry group will split, so that the guards of more than 5,000 people will not be afraid of them.

Moreover, it can also let everyone in England know again, the young king of England is not jealous!

"Your Majesty—" Angus was stunned, and thought to himself: Since the king said so, if he hesitates, neither side will be pleased. It is better to choose His Majesty, at least he has a higher chance of winning.

"It is said that Mr. Felton John, one of the three judges of the first division, recently bought a house in Oxford!"

Angus deliberated for a while, and said softly word by word.

"En!" Edward nodded slightly, "I see!"

He raised his head slightly, glanced sideways at His Majesty's thinking eyes, and Angus was relieved to know that the delivery could finally be made.

"Your Majesty!" Angus poked his head out and asked softly, "I can retreat!"

"Let's go! Let's go!" Edward propped his head on his left hand, waved his right hand hastily, and said with some annoyance.

Seeing this, Angus saluted lightly and left silently.

Where Edward was holding his forehead, thinking about the short clue given by Angus, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"Emma—" Edward stood up suddenly and shouted towards the door.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Emma hurriedly opened the door, revealing a gleam of light and even a cool breeze.

Emma hurriedly opened the door and walked in, her huge **** trembling unceasingly, tormenting the tight blue dress, but how could their surge be blocked by small clothes.

So, with a ray of light outside the door, Edward could see the edge of the jade plate, tender and juicy, which was his only feeling.

"Go and call Jack, that Jack from the Orphan Army!"

Edward looked at Emma's fair and doubtful face, as well as the slow and gentle surge, finally came back to his senses, moved a little, swallowed quietly, and then ordered.

"Yes! Your Majesty."

Emma tilted her neck, looked at His Majesty the King strangely, was puzzled by his strange behavior, thought for a while, twisted her slender waist, and left with ease.

At this time, as the new Palace Intelligence Service, its working location was arranged in a side hall of the Whitehall Palace, which could even be said to be a somewhat desolate place.

Seeing the working place like this, the Star Chamber Tribunal and the Blood Blade people who were transferred here before all showed expressions of being assigned, as if they were approved by the exam.

However, they dare not directly refuse His Majesty's order, or even resign.

I could only hold back the restlessness in my heart, and started the arduous construction process under the leadership of a young man aged sixteen or seventeen.

As a result, this young man surprised them.

Although His Majesty the King allocated a large amount of pounds, he relied on various means to build the rest of the building. In less than four months, he had a good grasp of the London area.

This ability has to make them admire.

So, after having the support of the king and a strong leader, the rest of the people immediately felt at ease and devoted themselves to the Palace Intelligence Service.

In this way, the entire Palace Intelligence Department is like a clockwork motor, and it is lively and lively, and everyone is extremely energetic.

On this day, in the side hall, everyone was immersed in thinking or reviewing the information in their hands, but Jack, the leader of the palace intelligence department, was called by the king.

This shocked everyone, their calm minds became active instantly, and even their faces turned red, thinking about the work at hand indifferently,

The atmosphere of the whole studio is like boiling hot water, touching and exciting.

The reward mechanism of the Palace Intelligence Service is the same as that of the Blood Blade, but the base salary is a bit higher.

But the basic salary is not as important as the task. With the task, there will be points, and there will be everything in the fantasy.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help praying in their hearts, hoping that the young leader would be able to receive a major task in front of the king.

Just as they were praying, Director Jack of the Palace Intelligence Department, wearing moccasin boots and wearing a black fur coat, with a serious expression on his face and a strong majesty, walked in step by step.

"What are you guys doing? Are you free?" Jack looked around and said sharply, looking at the eyes shining with anticipation surrounding him.

"Yes—" Seeing this, the crowd dragged a long tail, with slumped faces, and returned to their positions, unwilling to do so.

In this regard, Jack shook his head, walked into his office on his own, slumped on a chair, and took a deep breath.

(end of this chapter)