My British Empire

"What the hell is my nephew doing? What is the connection between the Southampton family and him?" Duke Edward had a question in his heart, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"I heard that it is for renting the fleet of the Leo Shesley family to go east to the Principality of Moscow and the Principality of Lithuania to sell fire wine!" Outgoing news.

"The people there seem to like this kind of wine very much, and the profit is very high! His Majesty the King wants to sell it directly!"

"Really? This explains the past! It seems that our King has inherited the tradition of the previous kings, and still likes shiny and cute gold coins!" His Excellency the Duke has no doubts about him, after all, Edward is his nephew, and he is just Just run England on his behalf, and sooner or later it will be handed over to him.

"The little king likes gold coins? That's not necessarily the case! You send someone to keep an eye on you! Don't let your guard down!" The Earl of Warwick caressed the porcelain from the East with a look of love on his face, but the words he said were resounding .

"Yes! I will send people to watch closely! Don't let them relax!" The butler immediately responded with a very decisive voice.

At present, for the Earl of Warwick, the king without real power is not the main target of his attention.

He has been keeping an eye on Somerset who controls the Regency Council! The Duke's every move. Although the purpose of both Duke Edward and Duke Edward is to reform, he still has an ulterior motive.

In the morning, Edward looked at the sea in front of him without interest after spending a few days on the beach.

"Andre! What do you think of the sea?" Edward asked Andre behind him boredly, with a trace of exploration in his tone.

Regarding the people's views on the sea in the Middle Ages, Edward felt that he still needed to understand. Didn't he often say that he came from the masses and went to the masses!

"Your Majesty the King! Are you sure you are asking me?" Andre looked around, speaking unconfidently, his little face was full of shock.

"That's right! Is there anyone else named Andre here?" Edward said jokingly, looking at Andre with a nervous face, he couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Didn't I get nervous when I saw a small county magistrate before? I was happy for a long time after shaking hands with the county magistrate.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! I think the sea is a trap from the devil! Although it is full of cheese, what awaits us is still death." Andrei slowly adapted to the dialogue with the king, speaking more and more fluently.

In the Middle Ages, the nobles looked down on the common people, for fear that a single word would tarnish their noble blood.

And Edward's innate intimacy infected Andre's heart, giving him a sense of honor to be respected.

"Some people say that as long as you walk into the sea, you're walking into the devil's tool for harvesting souls!" Andre said with a frightened expression on his face.

"The last time I boarded a merchant ship with Mr. Walson! Sure enough, Your Majesty! I felt the magic of the devil!"

"My brain suddenly became dizzy, and my body became limp! It was very uncomfortable!"

Edward turned on the automatic filtering mode for Andre's words, and was extremely speechless in his heart.

Sure enough, the nobles despised the commoners for a reason. Ordinary commoners were basically ignorant and didn't even know about seasickness.

However, this is also the reason why Andre has lived inland for a long time, and he has a sense of fear of the sea. This also represents the mainstream opinion in England.

The civilians in the coastal areas are definitely different, it seems that you should ask a fisherman.

Edward walked down the stairs slowly, and Andre followed him, very conscious of a follower.

"Luna! Pack your things! We're heading back to London!"

Edward said to Luna in the distance, regardless of her surprised expression, he went straight to his precious study room, with the temperament of His Majesty the King.

"My God! I'm going back so soon!" Even Luna's gentle nature couldn't help being tortured helplessly by Edward. Looking at the hall that had just been cleaned, Luna felt like crying.

So the whole castle was busy, Luna and Lucy packed up Edward's belongings, as well as Edward's cherished books.

Soon, Knight Sean's loud voice spread throughout the entire castle, and there was another flutter.

At this time, in Windsor Castle in Berkshire, a group of teenagers were standing hard in the sun on the grass in the backyard, their bodies straight.

These are the results of Edward's first mission for the Darkblade agents, and almost all the orphans in London and the West of England are here.

There were more than 3,000 people in total, including about 1,000 children aged zero to four, and almost the entire Windsor castle was hired to take care of them by serf women, about 100 of them.

It is estimated that there are about two thousand people, divided into three teams. Among them, children aged four to six were divided into a team, which was also the largest team, with about a thousand people, both male and female, trained by more than ten maids and more than thirty guards.

It's more about taking care than training. In addition to teaching them to stand and run, they also invited teachers to teach them how to read and write.

Among the remaining one thousand people, there are more than 800 children in the age range of six to ten years old. During the day, they follow Edward's training plan, which is based on his plan to cut down the military training in college.

In the evening, they will be taught by the teachers who have worked hard all day, learn knowledge and practice English.

The remaining two hundred people were all children over ten years old, and they were training completely according to Edward's training outline.

Jack is one of them. Ever since he saw Guy, Jack had been dangling in front of him a lot. Finally, he was spotted by Guy and became a member of the orphan army.

Therefore, the sad Jack can only stand upright with his thin body, and stand in a military posture under the beautiful sunshine.

To be honest, this kind of life is harder than being exploited by the restaurant owner frequently, and Jack is always planning an escape plan in his heart.

Every day, I get up at six o'clock in the morning, run for three miles, and then stand in a military posture until twelve noon for dinner.

Half an hour later, after lunch, Jack was driven to sleep by the guards, that is, to rest in the wooden house built for them by the guards of Windsor Castle.

In fact, Jack has never been able to figure out why he sleeps during the day, doesn't he only sleep at night?

With doubts, Jack was woken up by the guards at two o'clock in the afternoon, and the time to stand in a military posture began again.

They had dinner at 5:30 in the evening, the teachers had classes at 6:00, and they could have a good rest at 8:00.

In addition to training, what can comfort Jack is the three meals that are usually out of reach. In an era when commoners ate two meals and nobles only ate three meals, it was such a blessing to be able to eat three meals of bread every day.

The fragrant soft bread, the sticky barley porridge, and the pork that appeared on the table from time to time made Jack's escape plan delayed under the persuasion of his stomach.

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