Game Across the World

　　 1701, month unknown

　　London, Bank Street

A dilapidated alley, where piles of debris, probably coffee beans and tea from the colonial plantation, can be seen across the street through the cracks in the crates, behind the shady pile of goods Templar headquarters.

He is a privateer in the British Parliament, but at this time he is helping a big man with an important task... Mary II has been dead for several years, and the political situation of the kingdom is gradually controlled by William , The power in his hands is growing day by day, and he no longer needs the help of some people.

William Kidd, with a thick brown and black beard, eyes with the firmness, vicissitudes and decisiveness left by his years of plundering career, he wears an inconspicuous work clothes, his left hand takes out a tobacco leaf from the box, skilled He rolled up, put it on his mouth and took a deep breath, showing an expression of enjoyment.

　　An officer in a red uniform, with two soldiers, hurriedly walked through the alley. The officer's eyes noticed William, "Another lazy sailor, **** tobacco, and my people have fallen!"

　　 The officer said to the soldiers: "Go! Let this guy be diligent. After moving the goods, we still have business to deal with!"

　　 The soldier obeyed his orders and walked to William and patted the side of the box with the bayonet of the musket. "Be lazy! Go, if I catch it next time, you can go back!"

When William saw the officer just now, he wanted to hand the tobacco leaves back to the box in a panic, but he was still caught upright by the soldiers. He bowed and nodded and said: "Not next time, this batch of goods will be I’ll do it right away!"

　　The soldier was very satisfied with William's posture, and put the musket on his back, his face softened, "Follow us, this batch of goods is reserved for the new noble master, if something goes wrong..."

　　 "I know~~ I know, I'm strong, I must follow closely." William lifted the cart with the goods, pretending to be a little strenuous, lowered his head, and followed the soldiers out of the alley.

　　 When they walked away, there seemed to be a faint smell of blood in the alley, but it was completely covered by the smell of sewage on the floor.

The soldier took William and walked forward for a while, the axle creaked, William kicked heavily, and the soldier turned around, "It's very heavy, I told you earlier, don't pretend to be overloaded. Is it worth it to kill money?"

　　 William nodded, did not speak, but pushed harder.

　　 "Well, in order to go back for a drink early, Rod, come and help!" The soldier seemed very kind. He secured the rifle with a strap, and then freed one hand to help William push the car.

　　 They soon came to a guard post, which was heavily guarded, and several groups of soldiers could be seen patrolling a courtyard continuously.

　　 "Zoe, be kind again!" The alert soldier seemed to be familiar with each other. He glanced at the soldier named Zoe, but he opened the box and confirmed that there were no dangerous goods inside.

　　 "Go in, the goods are placed in Warehouse No. 4, and be careful not to disturb the nobles!" the alert soldier reminded.

　　 Zoe smiled, "I invite you to drink in the evening, a beautiful fisherman’s harbor has arrived..."

　　His voice fell down quickly, and his commander passed by and hurriedly saluted him, but two soldiers naturally stood beside him in order to help William move the car.

　　 The chief did not see William's face in the shadows, but his clothes and figure were almost the same. He thought it was all right, but he still sternly reprimanded: "This is not off work yet! get off work quickly, don't mess with those who have nothing!"

　　 "Hurry up, push hard!" With a guilty conscience, Zoe helped William again to push the car up again. There were so many people, they quickly came to a warehouse under heavy guard.

　　 When he arrived at the warehouse, Zoe said jokingly, "You don't need our help to unload the goods, it's quick!"

　　 William nodded and said yes, but his voice was a little low, but the soldier Zoe didn't care, he guarded the warehouse door, and then started talking on his own.

　　William unloaded the cargo while looking for the container with the special mark. He also pricked his ears and listened to the conversation outside the door.

Rod looked into the distance, the magnificent buildings on Fleet Street, and said enviously: "It would be nice if I could go there too. I heard that the inside..., once climbed up, it can become Honest!"

　　 Zoe also agreed, "With our salary, there is no chance~~ Besides, if you have the money, it is better to go and enjoy it a few times. After all, it is the same at night..."

　　 They chatted nonsense for a long time, and they urged a few times in the middle, but William had found the container, a positive cross, which was different from the red representing the church, but the cross was white.

　　 At this time, Zoe also began to talk about politics. Although they didn't have access to it, in private, they liked to talk about gossip about the king the most.

　　 "Do you think Queen Anne, have a chance to sit on the throne?" Zoe asked.

　　 "With her body, I am not optimistic about being able to give birth to the heir to the throne!" Rod said.

　　 However, Zoe was pretending to be mysterious. He leaned into Rod’s ear and said softly: "I heard that the king is making a bill, but there are too many people resisting it. He is very troubled."

　　 Rod was a little surprised, "Really? His Majesty the King is so determined?"

　　 Zoe replied: "After all, I have been in the throne for so many years, it seems that some people may be out of luck!"

　　 "Boom~~" William knocked on the door and came out, indicating that he had finished moving the goods.

　　 Seeing that William's body shape has not changed, the soldier probably didn't dare to steal anything, and patted casually, "Let's go--"

　　Leaving all the way went smoothly. Going out was much looser than entering, without even checking. William looked down and thought about the conversation with the soldiers just now.

　　 "It seems that the king has passed away soon. I am afraid that this country will become turbulent again. After finishing this task, I should leave this place as soon as possible!"

　　He is very cautious, because his daughter, as well as his life's career and property; but he does not want to be discovered by some people, if it is exposed, then everything will be over.

　　......

　　 Fleet Street, midnight

　　 The night was very dark, and the dim light of the waning moon made the deserted streets more and more lonely. William changed his costume and put on the knight's uniform with the medal awarded by the queen.

　　 Although he didn't open the envelope, he already knew roughly what this big man was preparing. The change of the throne was always a bloodbath. He already regretted a little and got involved in this matter.

　　 Avoid the bright candlelight in the little nobleman's home, and walk along the shadow of the alley.

Soon, William came to a courtyard and pushed open a secret door under the ivy. There is probably a banquet held here, but in this remote corner, no one will come. If there is, it must be cheating. of......

　　 "You're late!" In the shadow, a broad palm stretched out from the bushes, "Where is my letter?"

　　 William did not explain. He quickly pulled out the letter with the red background and white cross mark from the inner pocket of his clothes, and handed it over.

　　 He knows that he knows something he shouldn't understand. What he needs to do now is to complete the task as quickly as possible and leave in a low-key manner.

　　 There was the rubbing sound of pulling out the letter paper from the grass, then there was a quiet discussion, and there was a rubbing sound. After a while, a lavender lace was handed over from the grass.

　　 "Go to Kingston, Jamaica, and find a guy named Charles Lugo, and he will tell you what to do!"

　　 William pursed his mouth. He put away his curiosity, took this valuable tie, and prepared to return to his boat immediately, leaving the port tonight for the Caribbean Sea.

　　 He went back the same way, opened the secret door, thinking in his heart, what exactly these people want to do, obviously they are noble, and their status and rights are not low, but he needs people like him to risk the completion of the task.

　　 But the next moment, William’s forehead has a metallic coldness, and he doesn’t need to look up. With that hollow shape, he knows that he has been put on his head by a musket.

　　 "It's over, I'm afraid I will plant here this time!" William is not afraid, and it is not uncommon for a situation more dangerous than this, but if there is any handle left by those people in the house behind him, it will be searched out.

　　 "We caught a little mouse, and he slipped out of the secret tunnel!" William was pointed at his head, not daring to act rashly, and was roughly pulled out of the secret tunnel.

　　 In front of him is a middle-aged knight. The most obvious thing on his body is a conspicuous garter under the knee of his left leg with a star emblem with a red cross hung on it.

　　 "This is a king's man!" William judged.

The knight ignored William and said nonchalantly: "Those old guys won't come in and out from here, but this guy, it's a bonus, and send him to the navy prison~www.ltnovel.com~we There are more important things to accomplish!"

　　 William was firmly tied up, but the target of this group of people was not him. It was hidden and brilliant, and surrounded the small courtyard where William had just entered and exited.

　　 Then, there was a scream for killing in the yard, but with mental arithmetic and unintentional, coupled with the advantages of the number and equipment, the voice of resistance gradually became weak, until it disappeared completely.

　　 A corpse was dragged out from the courtyard. The strange thing is that there is not much difference between the two sides' clothes and the style of armor. They should belong to the same camp.

　　 "How can you?" An old nobleman, was not immediately executed, he was dragged out like an old dog, lying at the feet of the middle-aged knight.

　　 "Heh--" The knight smiled, and he stared at the old nobleman, "You have forgotten our creed, just as you swore when you first started-until you die, at any cost!"

　　 He sneered: "Unfortunately, you have deviated from the road and no longer give everything to establish that perfect order. I can only get rid of you-heresy!"

　　 "No!" The nobleman denied: "You have been trapped in the ‘truth’. I can lead you to a new path, my child..."

　　 "Don't try to confuse me!" The knight didn't listen, but pierced the old man's chest with a sword.

"It is time to give back to the king. All the obstructions of his decree have been removed. The law of succession can easily pass the parliament. Queen Anne will soon be given a new name-Queen! Long live the State Church of England!" The knight wiped away with a pair of gloves. The blood on the blade, and then threw the red-dyed white glove on the nobleman's corpse.

　　 He went on to say: "Follow the secret letter and remove all the people who redeem the heresy in the kingdom. There can only be one voice in Britain!"