My British Empire

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Seeing Earl Allen lying in the arms of his servant, Earl Wellington felt a little guilty in his heart. Is it too much to treat such an old man? Besides, the Wellington family and the Hamilton family have been in contact for hundreds of years, and they still need Miss some old love.

"I'm so sorry, Your Excellency the Regent!" Approaching Earl Allen, Earl Wellington bowed apologetically.

"Hmph—" It's a pity that Earl Allen didn't appreciate it. He turned his face away and didn't look at him anymore. Obviously, he still hadn't let go of his anger.

"Gentlemen, come to the palace and sit for a while now! Her Majesty the Queen Mother is waiting for you!" Earl Wellington saw that the effect was not great, and he stopped sticking his hot face to his cold butt. More and more nobles and ministers said.

"As for your family members, they can return to their residences, but you will have to live in the palace for a while!"

The Earl raised his chin and said arrogantly to a group of Scottish ministers and nobles.

Different from how he treated Earl Allen, Wellington felt that these people in front of him were not qualified to be symmetrical with him, so he could be as arrogant as his tone was, and as much as his expression deserved a beating.

For such unfair treatment, everyone secretly hated in their hearts, so they could only endure it silently in their hearts, with apologetic smiles on their faces, they are just prisoners now.

It was already midnight in Edinburgh at this time, the moon was dim, and the night wind was blowing everywhere, making the Earl, who was just sweating, feel a little cold.

The temperature at night is a bit low, in order to prevent these noble gentlemen from getting sick, the Earl can only urge them.

"Okay, don't make it look like life and death, everyone, please don't worry, there are plenty of rooms in the palace."

The Earl of Wellington made a gesture of inviting people, while saying goodbye to his wife and family. The nobles could only bite the bullet and walked towards the royal castle under the care of the English soldiers.

"Arrange someone to occupy the city gate immediately, and don't let those French occupy it!"

Guarding the nobles on the side was Raymond Robert, who had been in command of the cavalry. He was also a son of a nobleman. His father was a baron from Lincolnshire. As a young man in his thirties, it could be seen that he had great fortune future.

The Earl tilted his head, leaned over and whispered in his ear, looking at Major Dio from the corner of his eye from time to time.

"Also, guard the city gate closely, don't let a single person out, and don't let anyone in! Unless there is my order!"

"Yes! Your Excellency the Earl!" Although Raymond, the cavalry commander, felt a little strange about this order, he still responded loudly.

Straightening out his chest, Raymond took the hundreds of people in his hand vigorously and began to occupy the city gate.

Watching Raymond leave with gratified eyes, he then shifted his gaze to Cooper who was doing the registration work.

With a smile on his face, the earl waved at him. For people around the king, he should try his best to please him.

While he was doing the work of registering his noble status, Kubo suddenly saw Earl Wellington waving at him, without hesitation for a moment, Kubo walked over directly.

"Good day! Lord Earl." Cooper greeted respectfully, "I think the Queen Mother of Scotland must be doomed. I am ashamed of your contribution!"

"Haha! It's not worth mentioning, it's just something in our plan."

The earl was scratched to the itch, and immediately smiled, pretending to be relaxed and said.

"My lord, according to my statistics, there are currently 136 nobles captured by us, and 96 councilors!"

"Basically, all the nobles and MPs in Edinburgh have been swept away. It can be said that with these people, Scotland is basically up to us to choose!"

After chatting for a few words, Cooper began to report his statistical results, which seemed very satisfactory.

Sure enough, after listening, Earl Wellington immediately raised his eyebrows, opened his mouth, and couldn't close his smile.

"Oh! That's very satisfying, Mr. Cooper, well done!"

After casually complimenting Kwakup, Earl Wellington finally remembered his purpose.

"Mr. Cooper, please inform His Majesty the King immediately that we have successfully completed the mission and ask him to move to Edinburgh."

"Yes, Lord Earl!" Cooper replied with some embarrassment when he remembered that he still had such a task.

The Earl looked at Cooper who was leaving, and then at the somewhat dawdling Scottish nobleman, and immediately shook his head.

Cooper left the team slowly, turned seven times and eight times, passed one alley after another, and then came to the back door of an ordinary residential yard by a ghost, and knocked on it with his hand.

Soon, the dwellings were lit up, as if oil lamps were lit.

A strong footstep slowly approached the back door, and a man's voice came from inside the door.

"Who are you? Who are you looking for?"

"I'm Angel No. 68, looking for Angel No. 6!" Cooper knew that this was a secret signal, so he answered his own word casually.

"Crack—" The small wooden door in the backyard was opened immediately, and a typical Scottish man appeared in front of Cooper.

Brown and messy long hair, red rosacea, exuberant chest hair and beard, coupled with the typical Scottish dress - Scottish checkered kilt, just like a Scotsman.

In fact, he is indeed Scottish and a member of Darkblade Development, and nothing is impossible when faced with a lot of money.

"Hey! Gary, are you okay!" Cooper asked with concern looking at Gary who was walking staggeringly.

"No, it's nothing, it's a small matter, I drank too much today, I'm used to it!"

Gary, who was a little awkward to speak, said indifferently, then ignored Cooper, and went back to sleep by himself.

Cooper shook his head with a smile, ignored Gary who was walking and drifting, and went straight to the backyard, and walked to his pigeon coop.

After Gary got Dark Blade's support, he bought this rather large yard, and rented out a few rooms by the way. At this time, Cooper came here as a lessor.

In fact, the people who rent here are all Darkblade people, and this is one of their main strongholds in Edinburgh.

When I came to a pigeon coop the size of a cabinet, I lifted the black cloth covering it, and the sound of pigeons chirping instantly resounded throughout the yard.

After feeding a little more food and water, the three pigeons calmed down.

I took out a pen and paper from the room, and wrote on a small strip: Successfully completed, after these few words, I rewritten two sheets, a total of three sheets.

Only then did Cooper slowly pick out one, rolled the long strip into a ball, and stuffed it into the small cylinder at the pigeon's feet.

After that, all three pigeons flew to London with a mission.