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The mouth was talking, but the speed of His Excellency Duke was very fast, and in a short time, he came to the study.

The butler took a quick step, pulled the cushioned chair apart, and helped the Duke to sit down.

Although the Duke is old, he still sits upright according to the etiquette of the nobility, and the whole person looks full of aristocratic style and elegance.

With a straight face, the Duke of Norfolk has always considered himself the guardian of the orthodox aristocracy, and has always observed the etiquette of the nobility, even in private.

His Excellency the Duke has always been stubborn and stubborn, especially in his later years, when he became more and more determined to his previously indifferent Catholic faith.

And he also felt a kind of visceral shame for the sake of power in his youth, and cooperated with Henry VIII's blasphemy of Catholicism, which is probably also due to his imminent death, for which anyone would have fear.

Therefore, this is also the realization he gained in the later period, after losing his son who was killed in the rebellion, and being pushed out of the center of power in England.

For the sake of his faith, he strengthened his seventy-year-old body and devoted himself to restoring the traditions of England so that he could return to the arms of God after his death.

"Sir, I think this Mr. Russell will give me a little surprise!"

The silver-haired butler bent over, looked at the exquisite Bible in the duke's hand, and said softly.

"Hopefully!" The Duke was expressionless, his eyes focused on the ruby-encrusted cover, his lips moved, and his voice was about to be about the same, if it weren't for the butler's closeness, he really didn't know what he said.

In this regard, the butler also held his breath, bent down slightly, and stood aside, waiting for the duke's orders.

By this time, Jack had been in the inn for a day.

Of course, Pym, the leader of the caravan, had already walked out of the inn with a few sturdy guards to find buyers and goods to buy.

The goods were nothing but Bibles and immaculate white paper, a luxury dear to the high class of Oxford.

The palace intelligence department pretends to be a caravan, at least it must be professional, so the required goods are imported from the inner court, and then the principal is returned, which can be regarded as earning income for the palace intelligence department!

During the day, Pym went out with a few of his so-called men to do business, nay, to find business, while Jack and the others took a bag of silver coins, that is, shillings, and wandered around the streets of Oxford.

In winter, this agricultural slack period, it has always been a time when the business of all kinds of liquor in Oxford is booming, and the Yomannon and the craftsmen, who have some surplus money in their hands, are invited together in groups of five or six to drink and brag, not to mention how beautiful the days are.

So, even in the evening, the streets were staggering with a large number of drunkards, red-faced and red-eared, arguing, and the pedestrians on the road were already surprised, and even commented on who might be the winner.

At this moment, a young man passed by in a hurry, and accidentally bumped into one of the drunkards, which immediately provoked the man to scream, and all kinds of slang came out of his mouth, and even the pedestrians on the side of the road could not bear to hear it.

Of course, the young man couldn't bear it, so he raised his fist and smashed it, and the two immediately scuffled, but the others had no intention of persuading each other, and gathered together, as if watching a juggler, cheering loudly from time to time.

Jack also stood from afar, with his hands on his chest, watching with interest.

At this moment, a thin man in a black shirt walked through the crowd step by step, slowly and steadily, as if he just wanted to change positions.

The sharp-eyed Jack stared, as if he had discovered something, and a smile of different meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If you look closely, you will see that with every step the man moves, he will come near a man, and with a flick of his right hand, he will take out a few silver shillings, or half-worn pennies, from one pocket.

After almost five or six people, the nimble man walked away from the crowd quickly, pretending to be indifferent.

Jack leaned against the wall, watching the thief move with interest, and as he left, he casually followed him.

After following for a distance, the man seemed to notice someone behind him, and his movements under his feet accelerated more and more.

Seeing this, Jack also sped up to follow, and made several turns in a few corners.

Looking at the blocked road ahead, he knew he had been fooled.

With his head down, his face was cloudy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

As expected, there were footsteps at the exit location, and Jack slowly looked up, and saw the original thief man with several men of the same size, walking over with relaxed steps, grinning with teeth.

"Hey, man, do you know you're in trouble, and we Holmes won't show mercy to people like you!"

The leading thief shook his long gray-brown hair full of filth, and said in a tugging manner, looking at him with a playful expression.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just looking for your boss!" Jack's face softened, and he squeezed out a smile and said.

"If I wanted to trouble you, I would have exposed you in the crowd a long time ago!"

"Oh~" The thief man said with a smile to the people around him, "It turns out that you are still a Londoner!" ”

The thief shook the big stick in his hand and got closer and closer to him, and he could only step back until he reached the wall.

"For the sake of not making any wrong moves just now, spare your life!"

The thief man stretched out his head, showed a fierce smile, and said directly.

"Come with me! After meeting our boss, I hope you can have a good explanation to fool the past! ”

After the thief man left a word, he turned around and led the way in front.

This made Jack's tense heart, who was ready to fight back at any time, relax, pack up his mood, and follow.

The other two scrawny men didn't say anything, but walked straight behind him, their eyes staring at him, as if he would slam him with the big wooden stick in his hand if he did something he shouldn't do.

After walking around and walking through more than a dozen alleys, I came to a plain courtyard, which is innumerable in Oxford.

Before the door was broken, a man who looked bigger than the others shook his head and guarded, and when he saw them coming, he just gave Jack a strange look, and then said no more.

Jack followed the thief to the back room, but this time there were two people watching in front of the door, expressionless.

"There's a Londoner who wants to see the boss, you go report it!"

The thief man shook his long gray-brown hair, walked over, and said respectfully.

"Wait—" One of them glanced at Jack's muscular figure and nodded in agreement.