My British Empire

Jack walked quickly, without the slightest hesitation, towards the gate, moving forward without hesitation.

He held the doorknob with his left hand, and the door slowly opened. The light in the room became brighter and the air circulated a lot.

"Wait a minute—" Jack's body was already out of the room, and the door quickly began to close.

At this time, a deep voice began to come from the room. Fortunately, his ears were not bad, otherwise it would have been difficult to hear clearly.

A smile gradually appeared on Jack's face, and it became brighter and brighter, and his steps were slow.

"Sir John, your enlightenment really makes me very happy, at least it will save us a little time!"

Jack turned around, walked quickly across from Sir John, found a seat and sat down, putting his left leg on his right with a relaxed expression.

"Sir, I know you want to find evidence, and you have been burning with anxiety. If we stay here for one day, your pressure will increase by one level. For up to three days, we will be sent out respectfully by you." !"

Sir John raised his head, looked directly at Jack, his eyes were calm, and he said in an unhurried voice.

"What I'm going to say next is what you desperately want to know!"

Sir John smiled indifferently, then sat up straight with a serious expression, as if he had important information to say.

"I only have one request, I hope you can treat me lightly!"

He emphasized the word "I," and Jack recognized what he meant.

"Oh? This is indeed a simple matter, but it depends on whether you have enough information!"

After hearing what he said, Jack twitched the corner of his mouth, shook his head, his eyes drifted away, seemed to be thinking for a while, and then continued.

"Okay, I hope you will keep your promise!" Sir John remained calm, but his eyes were a little dim.

He understood that after this incident, his family would definitely decline, and if he didn't prepare in advance, it would be difficult to rise up.

Dead friends are not dead poor, people are selfish.

Besides, if he doesn't say it now, within three days, he won't believe the integrity of the other three people.

It is the default law of people all over the world to act first to be strong, and to attack later to suffer.

"I'm in charge this time, I think, I can still be the master of this matter!"

Jack corrected his attitude and said word by word, ready to accept this surprise moment.

"Our four major families are the main promoters, and the rest are just some small gentry in the county, specifically..."

"In the past three years, we have occupied a total of 13,000 acres of land in Oxfordshire, including 10,000 acres of arable land and 3,000 acres of grassland. Most of them have entered the hands of our four families!"

"The specific ledger is in my study, the second book in the third row, just remove the cover!"

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Then, Sir John slowly talked about the illegal land occupied in the past three years, that is, the land information that has not been reviewed by the anti-enclosure committee, and Jack had already started to write records with a pen.

These are the specific figures for the past three years, and the previous enclosures were basically approved by the anti-enclosure committee, which means that taxes have been paid, and there is nothing to do without Jack!

Jack knew about this, so he didn't disturb Sir John's words.

Reciprocated, and he naturally classified John Felton as an accidental death, easily reducing their guilt a lot.

Of course, Edward knew about this.

If Felton John was sentenced for corruption, at most he would be fined and dismissed from office, but how could such an act of prying the corner of the royal family be so forgiven, death is his best result.

The four major families not only have to spit out the occupied land, but also punish the land or pounds equivalent to the occupied land, in order to comfort His Majesty the King's heart.

Of course, the jazz title will naturally be revoked, and even the family members in the security committee will be persuaded to leave.

These are just superficial, at most it will hurt some vitality of those families, and it will recover in a few years.

Our Majesty the King naturally has the last resort.

Naturally, he wouldn't make it easy for them. The king who has read historical novels still admires some of the methods of the Chinese emperor, and it is also very good to be able to use them in England! (keep it off)

An hour passed quietly, Sir John also closed his lips, and Jack stopped recording with tired hands, and there was a sense of joy overflowing throughout.

And Sir John slumped on the chair tiredly, his eyes dimmed, as if he was thinking about something.

"Thank you so much, sir!" Jack stood up, took off his hat and saluted Sir John, with a sense of gratitude and irony.

After turning around and leaving, Jack greeted the other interrogating members. After learning that there was nothing to gain, he picked up the things he had recorded, and proposed detailed task points and responsible teams.

Soon, with the help of people from London, the Palace Intelligence Service now has 80 people in Oxford, and they all gathered in the lobby. These are the backbone of the Palace Intelligence Service.

"Everyone, get ready. After an hour, everyone except the left-behinds will execute the task on this paper immediately!"

Jack stood in the hall with a serious face, and he ordered loudly to everyone who had gathered.

The others also nodded with serious faces, without saying a word.

An hour later, all of them were wearing white cloaks with red and white roses, daggers, slanted black flat hats to cover their specific faces, and gold-trimmed leather boots, looking majestic.

A group of people rode swiftly on their horses, and ran out of Oxford City at a speed like the wind, heading towards their goal.

But some walked towards the wealthy district of Oxford City without haste.

But Jack was sitting in Oxford City, thinking about whether this specific harvest could satisfy His Majesty the King.

The winter sky is still so empty and vast, and it is refreshing to look at.

Standing in front of the window, looking at the blue sky, as a member of the security committee, Wright Wendell didn't feel happy at all, but became more and more upset. He was like a hedgehog, ready to explode at any time. Gross, restless.

How can the news of the past few days make people happy?

The four major families were arrested by a group of people who were said to be from London, and the sheriff and the county court did not dare to interfere, pretending not to see them, and letting them do whatever they wanted, which made him flustered, and the whole person Neither can calm down.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, followed by the sound of the maid opening the door, and then there was a pushing sound, which made him feel even more irritable.

Just as he turned around and was about to yell at him, suddenly three young men in white cloaks came over.

"Hello, Mr. Wright Wendell, we are the Special Operations Department of the Star Chamber Court, and now we need your cooperation!"

The leading man held up the wooden sign in his hand, engraved with the words "Star Chamber Court" and "Special Operations Department" in small characters.