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"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty, after all, I don't have this right either!"

Angus made a bitter face, spread his hands, his thick eyebrows wrinkled, and licked his lips, as if there was unspeakable pain.

Edward's eyes froze, and his lips curled slightly, revealing the appearance of holding it all in the palm of his hand.

"Alright, my Mr. President, don't give me anything to blame, it's just an excuse!"

Angus looked at the confident smile of the young king and sighed in his heart: "Sure enough, it is not what I expected!

Truth be told, Angus. Although Adonis had the rank of knight, in the face of the collusion of local gentlemen and judges, a small aristocrat who was not a nobleman was not taken to heart by them at all.

Therefore, in the face of the king's more in-depth question, the bitterness in Angus's heart directly appeared on his face.

"Sir Adonis, don't worry about anything, all you're facing is just a cloud!"

Edward seemed to think of something, and suddenly said a word, the confidence in his tone overflowing.

"This ......" Angus said with a hesitation on his face, his tone a little hesitant.

"Well, can they still dare to be rude to me? Yes? Edward was a little annoyed in the face of Angus's hesitant character, and said directly and loudly.

As the president of the circuit court, even if he often does secretarial work, he has some supervisory powers, and he must be clear about the details below.

Edward believed that if local reforms were to be carried out smoothly, it was necessary to teach a lesson to the local elites and reduce their prestige.

By the time they realized that the royal power had been just as strong for the past few years, they were awakened to the horrors of Henry VIII's time.

At present, he does not have the same prestige as Henry VIII, and can only rely on power to enforce it.

If there is a rebellion or a rebellion during this period, those who are afraid of the royal power will definitely observe it and will not act immediately.

That is, the local group of gentlemen will be divided, so that the guards of more than 5,000 people will not be afraid of them.

Moreover, it can also make everyone in England reacquaint themselves that the young king of England is not jealous!

"Your Majesty—" Angus thought in his heart: since the king said so, if he hesitated, neither side would be pleased, it would be better to choose His Majesty, at least he would have a better chance of winning.

"It is said that one of the three judges of the First Division, Felton. Mr. John recently bought a house in Oxford! ”

Angus pondered for a moment and whispered word by word.

"Yes!" Edward nodded slightly, "I see! ”

Looking up slightly, his eyes squinted at His Majesty's thoughtful eyes, Angus was relieved to know that the delivery was finally available.

"Your Majesty!" Angus poked his head out, stuck his head out, and asked softly, "I can retreat!" ”

"Let's go! Let's go! Edward supported his head with his left hand, and quickly waved his right hand, saying with some annoyance.

Seeing this, Angus bowed lightly and left silently.

Edward, on the other hand, was holding his forehead, thinking about the short clue given by Angus, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled.

"Emma—" Edward suddenly stood up and shouted out the door.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Emma hurriedly pushed open the door, revealing a glimmer of light, even with a cool breeze.

Emma hurriedly opened the door and walked in, the huge size of her chest trembling uncontrollably, tormenting the tight teal dresses, but their surging was more than a small garment could stop.

So, by a glimmer of light outside the door, Edward could see the edge of the jade plate, tender and juicy, which was the only thing he felt.

"You go and call Jack, it's Jack from the Orphan Army!"

Edward looked at Emma's white and puzzled face, and the slow surging surge, finally came back to his senses, moved and quietly swallowed his saliva before commanding.

"Yes! Your Majesty. ”

Emma tilted her neck and glanced at His Majesty the King strangely, showing puzzlement at his strange behavior, thought for a moment, twisted her slender waist, and walked away with a relaxed step.

At this time, as the new palace intelligence service, its work place was arranged in a side hall of Whitehall Palace, and it can even be said to be a somewhat desolate place.

Seeing the work place like this, the Star Chamber Court and the people of the Blood Blade who had been transferred here before showed a sent expression on their faces, like a funeral examination.

However, they did not dare to directly refuse His Majesty's order, or even resign.

I could only hold back the irritability in my heart, and under the leadership of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man, I began the arduous construction process.

As a result, the young man surprised them.

Although His Majesty allocated a large amount of pounds, he built the rest by various means, and in less than four months, he had mastered the area of London.

This ability has to be admired by these people.

Therefore, after having the support of the king and a strong leader, the rest of the people immediately put their hearts down and devoted themselves to the palace intelligence service.

In this way, the entire palace intelligence office was like a clockwork motor, and it was carried out lively, and everyone's spirit was extremely vigorous.

On this day, in the side hall, everyone was thinking or reviewing the information in their hands, but Jack, the head of the palace intelligence department, was called by the king.

This made everyone's hearts shocked, their calm minds instantly became active, and even their faces turned red, and they had no intention of thinking about the work at hand,

And the atmosphere of the whole studio is like boiling hot water, touching and exciting.

The reward system of the Palace Intelligence Service is the same as that of the Blood Blade, but the base salary is a little higher.

But the basic salary is not as important as the task, with the task, there are points, and there is everything in fantasy.

Seeing this, the hearts of the people could not help praying, hoping that the young leader would receive a great task before the king.

In the midst of their prayers, Director Jack of the Palace Intelligence Service, wearing deerskin boots and a black fur coat, with a serious and solemn expression on his face, with a thick majesty, walked in step by step.

"What are you doing? Isn't it idle? Jack looked around, looked at the eyes that were shining with anticipation, and said sharply.

"Yes—" Seeing this, everyone dragged a long tail and lowered their faces to return to their positions, reluctant to do so.

Jack shook his head and walked into his office on his own, slumped in his chair, and exhaled heavily.