My British Empire

  Chapter 232 Oxford (2)

  ps: School has started, ticket subscription is really bleak! Helpless cliché, ask for tickets, ask for subscription

  The enthusiastic boss saw a group of more than a dozen people and three large carriages, and immediately greeted them with a smile on his face. All kinds of hot food and water were put out, and he quickly ordered the staff to clean up the guest room.

  As for the three big horses, they were also led to the stables by the staff, took out the dried hay, and ate with the horses.

  Seeing this, as the person in charge of the caravan, Pym, who has always been tactful, suddenly came to his senses, and asked the busy boss, "Boss, are there not many caravans like the one used by Oxford?"

  The boss who was directing finally came to his senses, turned his head and smiled obsequiously, and said softly: "It's winter, and the grain harvest season has already passed, so why are there any caravans coming!"

   As he spoke, the boss walked a little closer and continued.

   "To be honest, you are the biggest caravan I have stayed in this month!"

  Looking at the smiling boss, everyone was instantly speechless.

   It's no wonder the guards will check them, it turns out that this is the biggest reason!

   Although Jack was expressionless and indifferent to this, he felt ashamed in his heart, which was too embarrassing.

   After a lot of work, everyone had breakfast, packed up, and gathered together in the room of Pim, the nominal leader of the caravan, as if they had discussed it.

   "Everyone, everyone must have been very impressed with the moment at the city gate, and some people can see it very clearly. They must know who the portrait above is!"

  Jack sat on the main seat without hesitation, his face was solemn, his eyes looked at the people around him, and his voice was low.

   After finishing speaking, everyone nodded their heads, and their faces became serious. They all focused on the young leader, wanting to see what he thought.

   "After that, on the way to the inn, I saw a few figures sneaking behind us. I think they haven't given up on our investigation yet!"

  Jack also found that everyone looked like this, which was what he had always expected and enjoyed.

   "That is to say, our origin has been leaked. I am afraid that someone will be discovered when we just left London!"

   "Everyone, this is not good news, everyone's task is becoming more and more difficult!"

  As soon as Jack finished speaking, everyone was stunned for a while, and their faces were ugly. This kind of form of knowing the enemy and hiding the enemy raised the difficulty to a lot.

   Moreover, this also shows that there is a high possibility that there is an internal traitor between them. This kind of internal and external difficulties is very annoying.

  Seeing the defensiveness of the crowd, Jack immediately said solemnly: "Everyone must trust their companions, there can be no mole between us, here, we can only rely on ourselves!"

   As he spoke, Jack pointed to the ground under his feet.

  As soon as the words were finished, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and their vigilance gradually faded. However, this incident put a thorn in their hearts.

   At this time, in a mansion in Oxford, a muscular man was sitting on a cushion stuffed with woolen wool, his eyes shifted, listening to the report of a slender and thin man in front of him.

   "My lord, according to our investigation, the caravan that came to Oxfordshire today is the person you are looking for!"

  The thin man bent over and said respectfully to the man sitting on the chair.

   "En!" The man nodded lightly, "You guys did a good job this time!"

   "Housekeeper, give him ten pounds!" The man turned his head and ordered to the middle-aged housekeeper who was standing by, and then turned his gaze to the thin man in front of him.

   "This is a reward for you, I hope your guild will continue to satisfy me next time!"

   "As long as you give us a satisfactory remuneration, we will definitely satisfy you and hope to serve you again next time!"

   As he spoke, the thin man slowly stepped back to the door, bowed and saluted, then turned and closed the door.

  The face of the man sitting on the chair suddenly wrinkled, revealing a troubled look.

   "Master, do you want to send someone to give them to..."

  The butler on the side bent down, showing his snow-white teeth, and made a neck-cutting motion.

   "No need!" The man raised his right hand, denying this suggestion.

   "It's the best way to keep them under my watch!"

  A bitterness suddenly appeared on the man's face.

   "Besides, they are His Majesty's people. If there is anything, I will be the first to be suspected, and I will have no good fruit! The end will be the same!"

  Felton John's bitter smile made his butler swallow the persuasion, and he could only respond in silence.

  Late last night, he suddenly received several portraits and a piece of surprising news: His Majesty the King sent a team to Oxford to investigate him.

   This made him sleepless for an instant, and his whole body broke out in a cold sweat, which made him terrified.

  He couldn’t help but not worry. In less than three years as a circuit judge, he had already bought a luxury house in Oxford, owned five shops in a prosperous area, and even added two hundred acres of land.

  But you must know that he was only the son of a lawyer at the time, how could he have so much financial resources, besides, his cheap old man is not dead yet, and he has no inheritance to inherit.

   Isn't this obvious? Corruption is not terrible, what is terrible is that those who cooperate do not want him to confess.

   Therefore, he must let the king's people get nothing, or sooner or later, he will be silenced.

   Benefits, huge benefits, enough for them to buy themselves a twisted rope.

  As for who sent the letter, he could no longer care about it. He would rather believe in something than nothing.

  That's why the portraits of Jack and others were sent to the guards and searched.

  Felton John, who came back to his senses, rubbed the curly hair on his head.

  At this time, a small farewell party was being held in London, the Duke of Norfolk's mansion.

  The protagonists who were sent off were Russell who stayed in the Duke's mansion for several days, and the fat businessman Darren.

  The Duke of Norfolk, who was in his seventies this year, rarely walked to the side door, showed a gentle smile, and waved to the two people who were about to board the carriage.

   In this regard, Russell and Fatty Darren showed a look of honor, imitating the English etiquette, taking off their hats and bowing to salute.

  After the carriage of the two of them disappeared in front of the Duke, the Duke of Norfolk restrained his smile, and returned to his room with the gentle support of the silver-haired butler.

   "Has the letter been delivered?" His Excellency the Duke's voice was a little hoarse, but he looked straight ahead, walked slowly and vigorously, and refused the butler's support.

  The silver-haired butler smiled helplessly, and said softly: "It has been delivered, and I also gave him a few portraits, I hope they can escape!"

   "Hehe!" His lord duke sneered, with the corners of his mouth curled up, "Looking at how they eat, we will have to waste our efforts in the end!"

   "Then you still?"

   "Anyway, it's a good and inexpensive thing. Why not find something to do for our king?"

  (end of this chapter)