"What the hell is my nephew doing? What is the Southampton family connected to him? A question rose in Duke Edward's heart, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"I heard that it was to rent the fleet of the Rio Shesli family to go to Muscovy and Lithuania in the east to sell fiery wine!" The butler recounted the news that his men had inquired about, and of course, it was the news that Edward had accidentally sent out to Darkblade.

"The people there seem to be very fond of this wine, and the profits are very high! His Majesty the King wants to sell it directly! ”

"Really? This explains the past! It seems that our Majesty the King still inherits the tradition of the previous kings, and still likes to sparkle and love the lovely gold coins! "His Excellency the Duke has no doubt about him, after all, Edward is his nephew, and he is only administering England on his behalf, and sooner or later it will be handed over to him.

"The little king likes gold coins? Not necessarily! You send someone to keep an eye on me! Don't let your guard down! The Earl of Warwick caressed the porcelain from the Orient, and his face looked loving, but the words he said were loud.

"Yes! I'll send someone to keep an eye on it! Don't let them relax in the slightest! The butler immediately responded, and his voice was very decisive.

For the Earl of Warwick at the moment, the king without real power was not yet the main target of his attention.

He has been keeping an eye on Somerse, who controls the Regency Council! Duke T's every move. Although the goal of Duke Edward is reform, he also has an ulterior motive.

In the morning, after a few days of walking on the beach, Edward looked at the sea in front of him with no interest.

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

Edward felt that he still needed to know about the views of the people of the Middle Ages on the sea, didn't he often say that from the masses and to the masses!

"Your Majesty! Are you sure you're asking me? Andrei looked around and said unconfidently, with a look of shock on his little face.

"That's right! Could it be that there is someone else named Andrei here? Edward said teasingly, looking at Andre with a nervous face, he couldn't help but smile.

Didn't I see a little county magistrate nervous before! I shook hands with the county magistrate and was happy for a long time.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! I think the sea is a trap from the devil! It's covered with cheese, but death awaits us," André slowly adjusted to the conversation with the king, speaking more and more fluently.

In the Middle Ages, the aristocracy was dismissive of the common people, fearing that a word would tarnish their noble bloodline.

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

"Some people say that as long as you walk into the sea, you will enter the devil's tool for harvesting souls!" Andrei had a scared look on his face.

"Last time I boarded a merchant ship with Mr. Watson! Sure enough, Your Majesty! I felt the devil's magic! ”

"All of a sudden, my brain was dizzy and my body was limp! It's very uncomfortable! ”

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

Sure enough, it was not for nothing that the nobles despised the commoners, and the ordinary commoners were basically ignorant and did not even know about seasickness.

However, this is also the reason why André has lived inland for a long time and has a fear of the sea. This is also representative of the mainstream opinion of the majority of England.

Civilians in coastal areas are certainly different, and it seems that fishermen should still be asked.

Edward slowly walked down the stairs, and André followed, very conscious of his followers.

"Luna! Pack your things! We're ready to head back to London! ”

Edward said to Luna in the distance, ignoring her surprised expression, and went straight to his precious study, very much in the air of His Majesty.

"OMG! I'm going back so soon! Even Luna's gentle nature was helpless to be tormented by Edward. Looking at the hall that had just been cleaned, Luna felt a little like crying.

The castle is busy, and Luna and Lucy pack up Edward's belongings, as well as Edward's cherished books.

Soon, Knight Sean's loud voice spread throughout the castle again, and there was another flurry of chickens and dogs.

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

These were the fruits of Edward's first mission to the Darkblade agents, and almost all of London and the orphans of the West of England were here.

There were more than 3,000 people in total, of which about 1,000 were children between the ages of zero and four, and almost the entire serf women of Windsor Castle were hired to take care of them, about a hundred.

It is estimated that there are about 2,000 people, divided into three teams. Among them, children between the ages of four and six were divided into a team, which was also the largest group, about 1,000 people, both men and women, trained by more than a dozen maids and more than thirty guards.

In addition to teaching them to stand and run, they also invited teachers to teach them literacy lessons.

Of the remaining 1,000 men, more than 800 children were in the six- and ten-year-old range, and during the day they were trained according to Edward's plan, which he had drawn down according to the university's military training.

In the evenings, they are taught by teachers who have worked all day to learn knowledge and practice English.

The remaining 200 or so were all children over the age of ten, and they were training exactly according to Edward's training syllabus.

Jack is one of them. Ever since he saw Guy, Jack had been hanging in front of his eyes a lot. Eventually, he was taken by Guy and became a member of the army of orphans.

So the sad Jack could only stand up to his thin body and stand in a military posture under the beautiful sun.

Truth be told, it's harder to live like this than being exploited by the restaurateur all the time, and Jack is always planning an escape plan in his heart.

Every day, I would get up at six in the morning, run three miles, and stand in a military position until twelve o'clock at noon to eat.

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

In fact, Jack has never understood why he sleeps during the day, isn't he sleeping at night?

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

They ate at half past five in the evening, and at six o'clock they were taught by the group of teachers, and at eight o'clock, they could have a good rest.

And outside of training, what can comfort Jack is the usual unattainable three meals. In an era when commoners ate two meals and nobles only ate three meals, it was a happy thing to be able to eat three meals of bread every day.

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