Although Abigail was standing near the side door of the press room, Charles Cavendish was still in the spotlight.

Fortunately, the four guards who controlled him had a good ability to deal with it, and took advantage of the moment when Charles was pointed at a gun and lost his mind.

Two guards with him in their arms carried him and walked through the side door.

In addition to the two more guards, the other seven or eight guards turned sideways to block the view of the reporters in the press room.

When Charles disappeared into the door, the guards carefully observed whether anyone was taking pictures and confirmed that there was no problem before leaving two people to guard the door.

So at this moment, even if a reporter finds a problem, he can't follow it anymore.

"Who told you to use your guns?"

Inside the side door, an old man with white hair, but meticulously combed, dressed in personal butler clothes,

Seeing Charles, who was caught by someone with a seal on his mouth, asked with a dark face,

"Didn't get the attention of reporters, did you?"

"No, no, we move very fast, and even if we are noticed, we will definitely not be able to take pictures."

After the captain of the guard finished speaking, he saw that the old man of the housekeeper had a darker face, and hurriedly confessed Wilson.

"We originally wanted to use the reason that His Majesty had something to ask Viscount Charles to see him, and quietly took him away,

But Viscount Charles hid beside Miss Abigail Chas as if he had spotted us."

"The woman of the Grand Duke Devonhill?"

"Yes, it's Miss Chas who is in the limelight today."

"Go on".

"Yes," the captain of the guard continued, "and just when we could not do anything, His Highness Wilson suddenly found us,

Order us to do whatever it takes, to catch Charles".

As soon as he finished saying this, the captain of the guard obviously felt a cold taste in the butler's eyes,

Knowing that he had committed a taboo, the captain of the guard hurriedly explained, "His Royal Highness Wilson specifically said that this order was given by the Grand Duke Devonhill, so we can only use our guns."

"An order from the Grand Duke Devonhill?"

Hearing this, the old butler, whose hair was all gray, quickly stepped back five or six steps without hesitation.

And when Charles Cavendish heard this, his originally calm face showed an expression of doubt and fear,

He threw his head back a little, and then slammed into the guard who was holding him to the left.

"Bang",

Directly broke the nose of the left guard, and then elbowed the right guard on the chin.

Charles was about to kill the other two guards beside him, but his raised hand stayed in mid-air.

I saw a white-haired old butler, holding a CZ83 in his hand, less than three meters away, pointing at his head steadily.

Charles stared into the eyes of the old butler, and had a premonition in his heart that if he had any more extra movements,

The old man in front of him will definitely shoot without hesitation.

MD, careless, this old thing just retreated directly, and he should have guarded against him.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world.

The other two guards, who were all right, immediately pulled out their guns, pointed them at Charles, and then shouted at the five or six guards who had just followed up at this moment to control him.

The guards who followed up looked at the two companions on the ground, then pulled out their guns, and "lay on the wall, immediately".

At this time, seven or eight guns were pointed directly, and Charles Cavendish cursed secretly, so he could only raise his hand as instructed, and stick it against the wall facing the wall.

Then a gun was pointed at the back of the head, and his hands were clasped behind his back.

Just as he thought it was like this, a pulling force directly put him on the ground, and then his feet were also handcuffed.

Four guards stepped forward, grabbed him by the limbs, and lifted him face to the ground.

Charles then realized that the palace guards would rather carry him away than give him any chance to resist.

Then the old butler's voice came to his ears, "Lock him up in Special Interrogation Room No. 1, and send more people to guard him,

No one can approach Charles, except His Majesty and the Archduke Devon Hill,

If someone keeps advising them, they will directly injure or kill them, do you understand?"

Are you crazy, old man?

Do we have this power?

The captain of the guard was sweating in shock, but he was glared at by the old man of the housekeeper, and immediately stood up straight.

"I will personally lead someone to guard it."

Having said that, the old butler knew that when he looked at the guards around him, he knew that they were worried about whether he would bear the responsibility of killing.

Putting away the CZ83 in his hand, he said with a smile on his face again, "Don't worry about the risk of killing suspicious people, not to mention that in the face of palace invaders, you have the right to kill each other,

What's more, the order to capture and guard Viscount Charles Cavendish was given by the Archduke Devon Hill,

And Your Excellency definitely gives you the power to shoot any suspect, so is there any problem?"

When it came to William, although these guards did not understand where the power that the butler said came from, no one would doubt whether William had this kind of power.

"Understand that no one except His Majesty Philip and Archduke Devonhill has the right to approach Interrogation Room No. 1, and those who do not listen to advice, after repeated warnings, can be shot directly."

"Hmm".

Watching the guards carry Charles away directly, the old butler turned around and walked towards the palace.

He had to report it to Philip at once, but after a few steps, he stopped, thought for a few seconds, and then turned and walked towards the press room.

He whispered to Wilson about Charles Cavendish being locked up in Interrogation Room 1 before returning to the palace to report to Philip.

And William, who was scanning his mental power, didn't need to be reminded by the old housekeeper to know that Charles was caught.

Now that the people have been controlled, William patiently finished the press conference.

During this period, in front of the whole of England, it was promised that every ten days in the future, two spacecraft carrying 100 tons of material would fly to Mars for the construction of Martian settlements.

When he returns, he will return with hundreds of tons of gold, and except for 40% of this gold to England, the rest of William will be made into Devon Hill gold coins.

or for storage, or for gifting.

In short, William, who is not short of money, has no plans to sell gold to the outside world for the time being.

But he also made it clear that the choice was temporary, and the Devon Hill family did not give up the freedom to sell.

What the last sentence meant, most people at the press conference and in front of the TV set understood.

But even so, these words still reassured investors around the world.

Without William, the most uncertain factor, the major financial institutions have a way to deal with the 120 tons of gold per month in the hands of the English government.

With such a clear commitment from William, Prime Minister Richard feels that this is the most comfortable moment in his two years in office.

As for what William said next, the first batch of Martian gold will be made into commemorative gold coins,

To the surprise of most people, after listening to William's explanation of the gold coins, the idiots understood that this batch of gold coins would definitely appreciate in value.

Richard and the cabinet members who accompanied him to the press conference did not show the slightest hint of chagrin or remorse.

Soon, many smart people wanted to understand why, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Richard and others.