My British Empire

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The man who lifted the cloak was as thin as he looked on the surface, like a skinned skeleton, frighteningly thin.

He had thick black eye bags, deep sunken eyes, withered yellow skin, and long dark red hair that was messy at this moment, like a serf on a manor.

"Daren, thank you very much this time!" The man in the cloak showed a forced smile, and said to the fat businessman who was sitting cautiously beside him.

"Don't say that. If you hadn't supported me back then, I'm afraid I'd have gone bankrupt long ago. How could I have survived till now!"

Fat Darren glanced sideways at the duke and the butler who were serious about painting. After getting a little distance away from the man in the cloak, he said softly. His face was full of fat and he looked extremely sincere.

"Besides, you are still my relative. If I don't take care of you, who will I take care of?"

Seeing what the fat man said, Russell just smiled. He looked very moved, but his heart was cold.

As a Scot, when he was discussing with Donald and his party, a group of red capes broke in suddenly and captured them in one fell swoop.

Just before his moment of desperation, the relative happened to be transporting goods from England to Edinburgh when he discovered what had happened on the way.

The strange thing is that he was not afraid, nor did he choose to turn a blind eye. Instead, he encouraged the cargo mercenaries around him to act together to rescue him, even without the cargo.

Next, the relative did not know how to find a way, from Edinburgh to London, all the way safe and sound.

Afterwards, they were discovered by the group of red cloaks in London, and they happened to be rescued by people from the Duke's Mansion of Norfolk at this time. After getting some explanations, the two of them came to the Duke's Mansion.

All of this, as long as you are not an idiot, you will understand that this is all arranged, he is just a pawn, and a pawn with great influence.

Therefore, even though he knew all this, Russell still pretended not to know and maintained a good relationship with this relative.

Russell glanced at His Excellency the Duke who was still painting, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he quickly calmed down again.

The eyes were slightly closed, the face was stiff, and the whole person returned to the original cold appearance, keeping strangers away.

Seeing his expression like this, Fat Darren also suppressed his smile, staring intently at the Duke of Norfolk in the painting.

"Okay!" The Duke of Norfolk painted the last paint on the painting, took a step back, showed a happy smile, and admired it carefully.

"My butler, how do you look at this painting?" The Duke of Norfolk asked his butler with a smile on his face, wrinkled.

"Your Excellency, this painting of yours is even more brilliant than before. If you brighten the light of the sun!" The silver-haired butler glanced at the hunting picture and said with a complimenting smile, but finally added a sentence of his own. opinion.

"Hahaha!" The Duke of Norfolk smiled heartily, not paying attention to his butler's comments at all.

"My housekeeper, your eyes are still as sharp as ever!"

The Duke of Norfolk pointed to the silver-haired butler beside him, and praised him.

"I'm very honored by your compliment!" The housekeeper didn't show any politeness to him, and directly bowed down to salute, accepting the compliment with an expression of great honor.

Thomas Howard, the third Duke of Norfolk.

He is the uncle of Anne Boleyn, the second queen of Henry VIII, and the uncle of Princess Elizabeth; the uncle of Catherine Howard, the fifth queen of Henry VIII.

It can be said that during the period of Henry VIII, his power was second only to Thomas Cromwell, who presided over the Reformation, and he was in power for a while.

And most importantly, he has a cheating son.

As a result, because he believed in Catholicism and opposed the Reformation, and in order to protect Edward from successfully ascending the throne, under the persuasion of Edward Seymour and the Earl of Warwick, he and his son were charged with rebellion. The conservative duke threw himself into the Tower of London.

Fortunately, after Edward came to the throne, in order to establish a good image and persuade many nobles, he was released.

After three years of eating and drinking, the 77-year-old Duke is still in good health.

"Okay, I won't argue with you today, a guest is coming!" The Duke of Norfolk shook his head helplessly, turned and left.

When Russell and Fatty Darren saw His Excellency the Duke approaching, they quickly got up and saluted respectfully.

"Good day, Your Excellency the Duke!" One was indifferent, and the other was uncontrollably happy.

"En!" The Duke of Norfolk glanced at the two of them, nodded in response, and then turned his attention to the red-haired Russell.

"This is Mr. Russell!" The Duke of Norfolk said with certainty, looking at the skinny Kate with piercing eyes.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Duke!" Russell nodded quickly and smiled.

"I heard that your Excellency has always been known as the 'Fox of Scotland'. It is a rare opportunity to meet today. It is really a happy thing!"

The Duke of Norfolk looked at him a few times, and commented in a hoarse voice.

"My lord, this is just a joke among friends, it can't be taken seriously!" Russell looked at the wrinkled Duke of Norfolk, shook his head and smiled, and denied softly.

"Come on, let's sit down and talk slowly, how tiring it is to stand!" The Duke of Norfolk found a seat, sat down slowly, and said to the two who were still standing.

After the two thanked each other, they sat aside consciously, cautious and cautious, for fear of offending the Duke of England.

As if feeling the tension between the two, the Duke of Norfolk chatted with them about the specific situation in Scotland with a smile on his face, like an ordinary old man eager to learn anecdotes, unknowingly relaxing them.

"Mr. Russell, I don't know if there is much resistance in Scotland against religious reform?" After a joke and laughter, the Duke of Norfolk asked calmly, as if this was a very common question.

"Your Excellency, it's hard to say!" Looking at the probing eyes of the Duke of Norfolk, Russell said hesitantly.

"How?" The Duke of Norfolk continued to ask.

"The group of nobles in Scotland have nothing to gain, and seeing the great interests of the church, they will definitely do their best to deal with it!"

For this sake, how can Russell not know that this is the value of him being used? So, with a straight expression, he said seriously.

"Archbishop Beaton in the Diocese of Scotland is an aristocratic man, inclined to Protestantism!"

"However, the local churches and monasteries are against Protestantism. Although they have accumulated strong power for hundreds of years, they do not have a leader with high morals and high prestige. Their power is scattered. Over time, they will definitely be wiped out in batches!"