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The man who lifted the cloak was as thin as he looked, like a skeleton covered in skin, and he was frighteningly thin.

He had thick black bags under his eyes, deep sunken eyes, withered yellow skin, and long dark red hair on his head that was disheveled at this time, like a serf on an estate.

"Darren, thank you so much this time!" The cloaked man smiled reluctantly and said to the cautious fat merchant sitting on the side.

"Don't say that, if you hadn't supported me at the beginning, I'm afraid I would have gone bankrupt a long time ago, how can I live until now!"

The fat man Darren glanced at the duke and the butler who were painting seriously, and after getting closer to the man in the cloak, he said softly, his face full of fat squeezed together, looking extremely sincere.

"Besides, you are still my relative, I don't take care of you, who do I take care of?"

Seeing the fat man say this, Russell just smiled, looking very moved, but his heart was cold.

As a Scotsman, he and Donald were discussing the heat when a group of red cloaks burst in and captured them in one fell swoop.

In the midst of his despair, the relative happened to be shipping goods from England to Edinburgh when he noticed a scene on the way.

The strange thing is that he was not afraid, nor did he choose to turn a blind eye, but instead encouraged the mercenaries around him to act together to rescue him, and he didn't even want the goods.

Next, the relative didn't know what to find a way out, and the journey from Edinburgh to London was uneventful.

Later, they were found in London by the group of red cloaks, and at this time they happened to be rescued by the people of the Duke's Court of Norfolk, and after getting some explanations, the two of them came to the Duke's Palace.

All of this, as long as you are not an idiot will understand, this is all arranged, he is just a pawn, and a very influential pawn.

Therefore, even though he knew all this, Russell still pretended not to know and maintained a good relationship with this relative.

Russell glanced at His Excellency the Duke, who was still painting, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, but quickly calmed down again.

The eyes are slightly closed, the face is stiff, and the whole person has returned to its original cold appearance, and no one should be approached.

When the fat man Darren saw him with such an expression, he also restrained his smile and stared intently at the Duke of Norfolk in the painting.

"That's it!" The Duke of Norfolk applied the last touch of paint to the painting, took a step back, smiled pleasantly, and admired it carefully.

"My housekeeper, how about you take a look at this painting?" The Duke of Norfolk asked his butler with a wrinkled smile on his face.

"Your Excellency, this painting of yours is more brilliant than ever, if the sun's rays are brighter!" The silver-haired butler glanced at the hunting picture, said with a flattering smile, and finally added his own opinion.

"Hahaha!" The Duke of Norfolk smiled heartily, oblivious to his butler's comments.

"My Mr. Butler, your eyes are as sharp as ever!"

The Duke of Norfolk pointed to the silver-haired butler beside him and complimented.

"I am honored by your compliment!" The butler was not polite to him, and directly bent down to salute, accepting the compliment, showing an expression of honor.

Thomas. Howard, 3rd Duke of Norfolk.

He was the second queen of Henry VIII, Anne. Boleyn's uncle, Princess Elizabeth's maternal grandfather; Catherine, the fifth queen of Henry VIII. Howard's Uncle.

It can be said that during the time of Henry VIII, his power was second only to that of Thomas, who presided over the Reformation. Cromwell, the power is in the ascendancy.

And most importantly, he has a son who is a cheating father.

As a result, because of his Catholic beliefs, his opposition to the Reformation, and in order to protect Edward's smooth accession to power, Edward, who was still an earl at the time. Under the persuasion of Seymour and the Earl of Warwick, the conservative duke was thrown directly into the Tower of London on the charge of rebellion with his son.

Fortunately, after Edward ascended the throne, he was released in order to establish a good image and the persuasion of many nobles.

After three years of good food and drink, His Excellency the Duke, who is 77 years old this year, is still in good health.

"Okay, I won't argue with you today, there's a guest coming!" The Duke of Norfolk shook his head helplessly and turned to leave.

And Russell and Fat Darren saw His Excellency the Duke coming, and quickly got up and saluted respectfully.

"Good day, Your Excellency the Duke!" One is not painful, and the other is irrepressible.

"Yes!" The Duke of Norfolk glanced at the two of them, nodded in response, and then his attention turned to the red-haired Russell.

"This is Mr. Russell!" The Duke of Norfolk looked at the wizened Kate with blazing eyes and said affirmatively.

"Yes, Your Excellency!" Russell nodded hurriedly and smiled.

"I heard that Your Excellency has always had the reputation of 'Scottish Fox', and it is a pleasure to have the rare opportunity to meet him today!"

The Duke of Norfolk's eyes turned around him a few times, and in a somewhat hoarse voice, he commented.

"It's a good reputation, it's just a joke between friends, it can't be taken seriously!" Russell looked at the wrinkled Duke of Norfolk, shook his head and smiled, and softly denied it.

"Come, let's sit down and talk slowly, how tired it is to stand!" The Duke of Norfolk took a place, sat down slowly, and said to the two men who were still standing.

After the two of them thanked each other, they sat down very consciously, restrained and careful, for fear that the heat would annoy the Duke of England.

As if sensing the nervousness of the two, the Duke of Norfolk chatted with them about the specific situation in Scotland with a smile on his face, like an ordinary old man eager to know interesting facts, unconsciously relaxing them.

"Mr. Russell, I wonder if there is much resistance to the Reformation in Scotland?" After a witty laugh, the Duke of Norfolk asked in a calm tone, as if it were a normal question.

"Your Excellency, this, it's hard to say!" Looking at the Duke of Norfolk's inquiring eyes, Russell said in a slurred.

"How?" The Duke of Norfolk continued.

"The aristocrats of Scotland cannot afford to make a profit, and seeing that the church is in such great interest, they will definitely do their best to deal with it!"

At this point, how could Russell not know that this was the value he was being used for, so he said seriously with a straight expression.

"The Archbishop of Biton in the Diocese of Scotland is a man of nobility, inclined to Protestantism!"

"The local churches and monasteries are opposed to Protestantism, and although they have accumulated a lot of power over the centuries, they do not have a single leader of high moral character, and their power is scattered, and after a long time, they will definitely be wiped out in batches!"