"My Lord Duke! Wouldn't it be possible to have the support of you and William? ”

The Baron turned around in his heart and asked with some uncertainty in his tone.

"Huh! How can the two of us help you? You have to think that there are sixteen ministers in the Regency Council! ”

"And what about His Majesty?" The Baron chimed in.

"Your Majesty? He's just a puppet now! Besides, between you and Edward, he doesn't have a choice! ”

When Duke Horton heard Baron Seymour's question, he couldn't help but smile contemptuously and explained to the baron.

Hearing this, Baron Seymour didn't think that this relative of his was stopping him, but how could he know the pain in his heart?

At his own wedding, the new wife was humiliated in public by his brother's wife, and the Baron could only watch, and even feared the power of Duke Edward, he had no choice but to compromise.

After this incident, Baron Thomas's sensitive and inferior heart was deeply stimulated. He knew that if he wanted to prevent that from happening again, he had to improve his status, and the regent of England was the ideal position.

However, he knew that his brother, Duke Edward, was now the biggest stumbling block in his path and had to be removed.

"But! His Majesty still has his use! ”

The baron didn't care about Duke Houghton's teasing, still emphasizing.

"You better wait! Now that he's lost some of his heart, why not let this crack expand even more? ”

Seeing that Baron Seymour was still a little unwilling, for the sake of his niece, Duke Houghton patiently persuaded him.

"That's it for today! Time is running out, so I'll go back first, goodbye! Dear Lord Duke! ”

Hearing this, the baron knew that there was nothing to be done with this cunning duke, and he could not help but be disappointed.

Holding back a sigh of disappointment, Baron Seymour said a somewhat cold goodbye, then got up and called the manservant outside the door to open the door!

"Thomas! This extravagant hope still has to be put aside, and it's not too late to talk about it after a while! ”

Duke Houghton made the last persuasion, looking at the Baron Seymour in front of him, who had a great future.

"Got it! Thank you for the reminder, Your Excellency! ”

The baron turned his head, dropped a word, and walked out of the door of the parlor, and went straight to the gate of the Duke's palace.

"Moss! Go to London's East End! The baron commanded without a hint of emotion.

"Yes!" The groom should be very diligent.

London's East End has historically been a ghetto, and according to the famous Sherlock Holmes author Conan Doyle, there is no more dangerous place in fog than the East End.

Because of its proximity to the docks, most of the residents are poor and immigrants who are coolie sellers, so it seems to be a mixed bag, with gangs and hooligans of all kinds, and almost every day there are fatal incidents.

The famous "Jack the Ripper" in history used to be active here.

The carriage drove to the astonishment of the poor people on the road to the door of a dilapidated tavern with a sign made of sails, the Sail Tavern.

Covering his nose, the Baron ignored the surprised gazes of the shirtless sailors and coolies in the tavern, and went straight to the second floor.

On the second floor was the room where he stayed, and as he walked down the corridor only about two feet wide, and endured the sound of moaning from all over the place, the Baron finally found his destination, Room 18.

"Knock knock!" The Baron knocked on the door, waking up the two men who were working on a campaign to promote human reproduction.

"Oh!! Refreshing! Phew~ Get up, come, take it and go! A middle-aged strong man with a scruffy face suddenly heard a knock on the door, and he couldn't help but erupt in shock. He then took a shilling out of his pocket and threw it to the naked red-haired woman on the bed.

"Smack! I still have something to do, I'll pamper you again in the evening! Little Baby! The man put on his clothes, casually slapped the woman's snow-white and seductive big buttocks, and said to the woman who was also in a hurry.

"Okay! I'm waiting for you! The woman put on the clothes that were not much, smiled coquettishly, and looked very charming with heavy makeup.

The woman opened the door and looked at the baron standing in the doorway in shock, and then left with an intoxicating smile on her face.

Glancing at the departing woman, the Baron went into the room with his nose covered, staring at the man who was getting dressed.

"Lord Baron! I didn't expect it to be you, what happened just now ......" The man had a scar on his face, and he stood more than six feet tall, but his tall body could only bow down when he met Baron Seymour.

"Soros! I don't care what kind of woman you have, I just want to tell you, if you delay a big thing, be careful of your dog's head! ”

"Yes! Be! Be! I won't delay you! Hearing this, Soros sweated on his forehead and hurriedly reassured.

"That's it! Your men are all in this time! The Baron looked around in disgust, and had no choice but to close the wooden door.

"My lord! My brothers have all arranged, this time there are thousands of people, I listen to your orders, let them enter the place you arranged in batches, they all know the importance of the matter, the danger of exposure is very small! ”

Soros is a member of the Viking family, leading five medium-sized warships and raising nearly 500 Troops, and is considered a hegemon in the North Sea (north of England, near Iceland).

However, no matter how powerful he was, he was not as powerful as the English Navy, and as soon as the navy wanted it, he had to hide in Tibet, and it didn't open for half a month.

In order to curry favor with the Minister of the Navy this time, Baron Seymour, but also to get him to revoke his arrest warrant.

He brought his men, plus a group of scattered pirates on the fly, and the number soon exceeded 1,000. Obeying Baron Seymour's wishes, they were divided into several groups and secretly hid in the mixed slums, without a single wave.

"Excellent! You get on the move tonight! The Baron said in an excited tone, and Soros breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just, that ......" Soros looked at Baron Seymour standing there with a hint of nervousness, and his tone was cringe, not at all in line with his huge size.

"What? Something to say! The baron looked at the awkward man in front of him, and his heart was a little sick to his stomach.

"That's right! The brothers arrived in this London harbour early in the morning, and their stomachs were deflated! You see? ”

After saying this, Soros returned to his original horizontal appearance.

"Take these! After this is over, there are benefits for you! ”

Baron Seymour took out a large handful of golden pounds from his pocket, and Soros trembled in his heart.

"That's enough!"

"Enough! That's enough! Thank you, Lord Baron! ”

Soros couldn't wait to take the gold coins from the baron's hand and counted them carefully.