My British Empire

ps: Ask for tickets, ask for hugs

After several people passed, Edward came to the backstage. Looking at a room with linen rags hanging in front of him, he guessed that it was the backstage.

After his two generals followed, Edward lifted the curtain and walked over in a swaggering manner.

At this time, the actors who had just finished their performance were hurrying to rest, and there were still a few of them who hadn't removed their makeup, and sat on the ground regardless of their appearance, flapping their sleeves and fanning themselves to catch the cold. Suddenly, the sound of the door curtain being raised attracted all the resting actors, and a dozen pairs of eyes stared at Edward.

"Hey! Everyone, who is your person in charge? I have something to talk to him about!"

Edward didn't care about the eyes of everyone, as if he was the master, and asked everyone directly.

As for the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him dressed like an aristocrat, the actors didn't know how to deal with it, so they all responded in silence, and no one got up to drive Edward away.

Just like that, the air in the room condensed for a while, and finally, a person dressed as a knight stood up and greeted him. To be precise, it was a young man with knight makeup and exaggerated and gorgeous knight costumes.

"Sir! Hello, what do you want from me?"

The young man was in his twenties at most, with long dark brown hair and a blue beard on his face. He put on a smiling face and asked Edward very politely. Evidently Edward's clothes made him wary.

"You are the proprietor of this theater? Don't be joking, my sir."

Edward was surprised that a man in his twenties became a theater owner, as if he had heard a joke. Besides, there is no boss who will perform on stage in person.

"No, no, no! You misunderstood me. I'm just the manager of the Rose Theater. Our Rose Theater belongs to the Earl of Boswell, the Lord Boswell, the Minister of the Privy Council."

The young man hurriedly waved his hand, quickly denied it, and finally emphasized the ownership of the theater, as if he thought Edward, a son of a nobleman, was here to make trouble.

At this time, in order to obtain political asylum, the drama theater still belonged to a certain nobleman in name, but the actors were independent in person.

"Oh, that's easy to explain. I just wanted to ask who wrote this play you're performing? Don't be so nervous!"

Edward looked at the group of people who were facing an enemy, and said speechlessly.

"Sir, it turns out that you are looking for Udall!"

After hearing Edward's explanation, the people who stood up were relieved, but they still kept a look of vigilance on their faces.

"Sir, please forgive our impoliteness. If you want to find Udall, you can go to Landkey Street in the Riverside District. You can ask casually and you will know his location!"

The young manager smiled gracefully and answered Edward's questions politely.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Young Manager, I think we will meet again!"

Edward smiled at him mysteriously, then turned around and led Baron Smith and Andre out of the sweaty room.

The young manager stood there in a daze, pondering over what Edward said before he left, his mind was full of questions, and he couldn't figure it out.

"Sir, are you okay!" An actor playing the businessman came up and asked the young manager.

"Nothing! Everyone, take a good rest, there will be another performance later!"

The young manager answered casually, then turned and said to the actors who were at a loss.

After leaving the backstage, Edward smiled and said to the tall Andre while walking:

"Andre, when you go back, go talk to the owner of the Rose Theater, no! Talk to these four theaters for a while and buy them at a favorable price!"

"You are limited to one week to complete, otherwise you will have good fruit to eat!"

After listening to Edward's instructions, Andre looked confused. He couldn't figure out why His Majesty the King bought these theaters. Does His Majesty like to watch dramas?

Edward ignored the bewildered eyes of Andre behind him, and boarded the rental carriage summoned by Baron Smith.

Will Edward tell him the importance of public opinion guidance?

This time the carriage was closed, with the curtains pulled down, the smell of the street could no longer enter Edward's nose.

Therefore, even though Edward felt that his butt was a little tight, he was still very satisfied.

Sitting in a carriage, crossed London Bridge, came to the inner city, and Edward wandered back to Whitehall Palace.

After getting off the carriage, Guy naturally bid farewell to Edward, while Andre, who had already become a servant of the royal family, was still following Edward.

I moved my body, to be precise, I moved my buttocks.

"Invite that man named Udall later, and stay at Whitehall Palace, I want to see him!"

Andre, who watched Edward doing strange movements, responded humbly, looking like a servant.

Seeing Edward disappearing into the palace little by little, Andre turned around and got into the ordinary carriage.

Andre stayed in the carriage with a calm face. He was very confident that he could call the man named Udall, but how to buy these four theaters at a relatively affordable price was very troublesome.

The kings in the Middle Ages did not have the incomparable power of the Chinese emperors, and in the West they also emphasized the inviolability of private property. The wind and rain can enter, but the king cannot enter.

To buy things, you have to sell real gold coins to buy them. If you don’t see the money, these greedy merchants will not let go.

What's more, even the Rose Theater has Earl Boswell as its backer, and several other theaters are not vegetarian.

As a petty servant, even the servant of His Majesty the King of England, he couldn't let these greedy merchants back down.

"Sir! We've reached Landeck Street, and the carriages can't get in. I'll wait for you here!"

The groom's thick voice echoed in the carriage, waking up Andre who was thinking.

"Okay, wait for me here! I'll be back in a while!"

Andre opened the car curtain to see how simple this Landecki Street is.

For a moment, what came into view was an alley with a width of only two feet, which only allowed one person to pass through. It would be embarrassing if he was a little fatter.

On both sides are low shed areas made of mud and mud. The narrow wooden shed area is not big, but as far as Andre looks, there are countless people lying densely.

People of all colors just lay down on the hay, and families lay down and slept together.

Some people even know how to use some rags as curtains and some wood as a partition wall, knowing how to cover it; while some people’s homes, except for a shed on the top, just lie on the ground regardless of the image. Well, I don't know how to live or die.

But this narrow alley is surprisingly long. Looking at the intersection now, there is no end in sight. It is conservatively estimated that there are as many as a thousand people.

Andre didn't want to search step by step, which would make people exhausted, so he thought of a clever way.

"Hey, little brother, do you know Udall?" Andre caught a little boy playing and bent down to ask.

"Sir, yes, is that Udall who often writes?" the little boy said timidly with his upper body bare.

Seeing that the little boy was naked in this cold winter, Andre couldn't help feeling the same way. He remembered the hard times when he was a child, and his tone became softer.

"Yes, I'll give you twopence if you take me!"

Looking at the two pennies in Andre's hand, the little boy couldn't help swallowing, as if seeing food.

Two pennies will buy two of the worst brown breads, enough to feed a family for days!

"Well, good sir, come with me!" The little boy hurriedly agreed, as if the two pence would disappear after a while.

Follow the little boy to walk forward slowly and hard. Even though Andre was not careful, his legs were still stained with mud.

After walking for about ten minutes, the little boy stopped at a rickety wooden shed. The only bright spot is that there are several canvases around the wooden shed as a wall, which protects privacy very well.

Looking at the little boy's eyes full of hope, Andre gave him two pennies.

Seeing the little boy leave happily, Andre directly opened the curtain and walked in.

I saw a middle-aged man with an unshaven face lying on a bed made of hay, with a few sheets of paper filled with words beside him.

Just when he was about to read what was written on the paper, the middle-aged man who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyelids and stared at Andre in a daze.

At this moment, Andre had the feeling of being caught as a thief, and felt very embarrassed.

"Um, this, are you Mr. Udall?" Andre immediately changed the subject and asked.

"I am, I wonder if you are?" Udel looked at Andre sleepily and asked back.

"Your Majesty the King invites you to go over, now, follow me immediately!"

Andre looked at the slovenly middle-aged man with disgust in his eyes, and said in an unquestionable tone.

"But..." "There's nothing to worry about, now I'll take you to change."

"My God, I really don't know how you survived."

………………

So, when they arrived at Whitehall Palace, standing in front of Edward was a gray-bearded old man with thinning hair, wearing a fat white long coat and sleeved jacket.

"Come on, do it, Mr. Udall? Don't be so formal!"

Udall looked at Edward dressed as the king, his body cowered, as if he could hold an egg in his mouth.

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty, it's an honor to meet you, it's really an honor!"

After Yudel stammered and said such a sentence, he became a dull gourd again.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Udall, I heard that you wrote the play performed at the Rose Theater?"

Regarding Edward's question, Udall was a little cranky, did this drama offend the king? After hesitating for a while, he replied bluntly.

"Yes, Your Majesty, this is a script I wrote!"

"Very good, my husband, I admire your talent very much, I invite you here, just need you to do me a favor!"