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In the face of the crying of his wife and children, he just glanced helplessly, and then looked gloomily at the house, where the group of black-clothed sword-bearers were rummaging through his belongings without any pity.

In a few moments, a hill was piled up in the courtyard, a hill of gold and silver coins, which made the onlookers open their mouths wide in surprise and sigh incessantly.

Faced with such a picture, Alves was also a little dazed.

Although his family is also in business, it is the first time that so much money has been piled up in front of him.

It stands to reason that as the eldest son in the family, there are countless amounts of money in his hands, but this is the first time he has a sense of shock about money.

The gold coin is very well maintained, and in the sunlight, the gold shines and is extremely dazzling.

"Sure enough, gold is the most precious thing in the world.

Whoever has it will be able to dominate everything he wants. With gold, it is also possible to send souls to heaven! ”

Unconsciously, Alves softly pronounced this famous quote from Christopher Columbus.

With his own literacy, Alves's gaze finally moved away from the gold, and the whole person slowly took a breath.

But to his surprise, although the civilians around him were stunned and salivating, they restrained their actions very well and did not dare to take a step.

"This is not normal, these civilians cannot have as high a level of cultivation as mine.

Then there must be someone nearby who scares them! ”

Alves glanced at the civilians around him with blazing eyes, and couldn't help but guess in his heart.

For a moment, his eyes looked at the four sword-carrying men in black tights guarding the door, and his eyes froze instantly.

"I'm afraid, they're the key factor!"

Alves muttered softly.

As if feeling Alves' gaze, the four men in black turned their eyes to Alves at this moment, with a cold glow in their eyes and profound meaning.

Alves was shocked by this, turned his head, and his eyes dodged.

The four men in black stared at him for three seconds with a smile on their lips before returning to their original state.

"Hey! Man, you're not English, are you! ”

Alves thought about the strange eyes of the four people, and suddenly felt a voice in his ears.

He looked up and saw a muscular wheat-colored man in his twenties leaning over and whispering with a hint of doubt on his face.

"No, we belong to the same king!"

Alves shook his head lightly and explained.

However, these words made the man confused.

Faced with the confusion on the man's face, Alves had no need to explain.

The first no, is to deny that he is English, that he belongs to the Duchy of Normandy.

We belong to the same king, and we declare that he is the same as them.

"Man, I'm afraid you don't know, these people belong to the Star Chamber Court!"

The man thought that Alves was Welsh or Scottish, or Irish, but he was not interested in knowing.

In the face of a novice like Alves, the man has a desire to be a good teacher.

I saw him hunched slightly, his face glowing, and his spirit was extremely angry.

Hearing the explanation, Alves couldn't help but gasp, the reputation of the Star Chamber, even in Calais, was famous, and even his reputation was wider than that of the King of England.

And belonging to the Star Chamber Court, it is no wonder that these civilians are afraid, it turns out that these people have such a powerful background.

"But, let me tell you, in fact, they come from an agency called the Palace Intelligence Service, and the direct subordinate is the young King!"

Squinting at the four black-clothed men, the man whispered secretly, for fear that others would hear.

"I see—"

Alves had a sudden realization on his face, so that the man on the side was extremely satisfied with the secret that seemed to be revealed, and a pleasant smile appeared on his face.

Obviously, this kind of thing made him feel extra happy.

Seeing Alves' cooperative movements, the man couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, as if he wanted to spew out the secrets in his heart.

"And you see the man standing in the courtyard, he is the director of the Southampton City Engineering and Construction Department, I heard that he was reported, and then he was targeted by this group of people!"

As he spoke, the man secretly pointed to the silent man standing in the middle of the courtyard and whispered.

"But I think it's more than that......"

In the middle of speaking, the man's original rambling suddenly stopped, and he glanced around cautiously, especially the four black-clothed men who looked like stone pillars, who were extremely careful.

He closed his mouth and said no more, and Alves resisted the doubts in his heart and did not ask questions.

After a while, the man couldn't hold back a little, tugged at Alves' arm, pointed to the back, and then stepped back first.

Alves hesitated, then retreated.

The two stopped when they retreated to the back of the crowd.

The big-mouthed man, with his eyes slithering, glanced at Alves and gently pursed his lips, hinting at something.

And Alves understood what he meant in an instant, and in order to satisfy the curiosity in his heart, he was still willing to spend a little money.

casually took out a piece of silver coin from his pocket and threw it into the hand of the big-mouthed man, who saw that it was a shilling, and his mouth blossomed, and he hurriedly said.

"I heard that Your Excellency the Director of the Department actually believes in false religion in private, and also shields those who believe in false religion, so the palace intelligence department will appear!"

"Otherwise, this little corruption case is not worth their shot!"

As he spoke, the big-mouthed man showed an emotional expression and snickered.

"I'll tell you, sir!" The big-mouthed man was a little gloating.

"Your Excellency, and his fellow hypocrites, will have all their property confiscated and sent to Ireland, and I think it will be a pleasure to face the hypocrites every day!"

Even if he was ignorant, Alves understood that Ireland had always been very repulsive to the English, even if they were also Catholics.

In the face of interests, everything is a floating cloud, even faith.

"This is really a touching thing!"

Originally, he was going to say that it was sad, but when he thought that the people around him believed in the Anglican sect, it was better not to look for death.

Also, he was ready to hide his beliefs, England was still a bit dangerous for him.

"Who are you?" At this time, Alves realized that a civilian could not know these things, and the person in front of him was very dangerous.

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Besven, His Majesty knows of your arrival and has asked me to invite you over!"

The big-mouthed man waved his hand at the nervous Alves, a faint smile on his face, and explained slowly.