My British Empire

Chapter 81 Undercurrent Surge (7)

Seeing a group of people from Field who came back to support, Soros was overjoyed, and his arms wielding the ax became more vigorous.

"Brothers! Work harder, our reinforcements are coming!"

Hearing the voice of his boss, all the younger brothers who were fighting were excited, and the morale of the momentary decadence was suddenly high, and the suppressed situation showed signs of reversal.

The leader of the militia on the opposite side knew that in this situation, he could only work hard and not give up halfway. Only in this way could he rescue the Duke of Somerset and defeat the thugs who broke into London.

The militiamen, who had been calm all this time, suddenly went berserk, directly interrupting the pirates who reversed the situation, and the situation became one-sided again!

"Captain! We can't fight anymore! Let's retreat!"

"It's not worth the lives of my brothers for that hypocritical baron!"

Field saw Soros surrounded by militiamen, quickened his pace, rushed into the crowd, and came to his side to be vigilant with his back to back. Looking at the rows of militiamen in front of him, he couldn't help but say.

"Well... good! Tell the brothers to retreat while walking, their goal is the Duke of Sachs!"

"We go straight back to the ship, they won't be able to do anything to us!"

Soros panted heavily, thin beads of sweat dripped from his smooth forehead, wiped the sweat off his face, and said with his back to Field.

At this time, the pirates who had fallen and their faces were purple also returned to the team. Nearly a thousand pirates formed a large circle and moved slowly towards the port.

The militiamen did not disturb, and a part of them went into the Duke's mansion to see how the Duke of Somerset was doing.

The rest of the militia followed the pirates and slowly confronted each other, at the same pace as the pirates.

Just like that, the pirates spread their legs and ran towards the port area not long after they left the aristocratic area.

The confronting militiamen did not dare to pursue them. Firstly, they were not enough in number, and secondly, they were afraid that there would be other thugs still staying in the aristocratic area. After all, if something happened to these noblemen, they would really kill them.

The pirates couldn't wait to board their own pirate sailboat. Before they had time to take a breath, they started the oars, pulled up the sails, and sailed to the sea.

At this time, the anxious militiamen rushed into the Duke's mansion, and what they saw was blood and broken hearts all over the place, and some militiamen who were not mentally qualified vomited all over the floor.

Desalle, one of the leaders of the militia, couldn't help but turn pale when he saw this. This was not disgust, but worry for the Duke of Somerset.

He quickly ran to the living room, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the calm-faced Lord Duke in a fine attire, drinking the tea in his hand with a face full of indifference.

"Dear Duke! I am late, please forgive me!"

Desalle bowed his head to Duke Edward, who bowed to salute, and looked very apologetic.

"Nothing! It's just a little thief! It can't hurt me!"

Duke Edward said unhurriedly, his calm demeanor can't help but make people heartbroken.

"Your Excellency, the Duke! If there is nothing else, I will deal with the thugs first!"

Seeing that Duke Edward was in good health, Desalle breathed a sigh of relief, and then said his farewell.

"You go! Oh! By the way! By the way, see how the Earl of Warwick is doing! If there is anything, report to me in time!"

Edward agreed casually, and finally did not forget to greet his opponent, the Earl of Warwick.

"Understood!" Turning his head in response, Desar left the duke's mansion and led the militiamen to patrol around, comforting the fragile and restless hearts of the nobles.

At this time, after hearing the news that the thugs had left, Edward of Whitehall Palace also took a breath. After all, as long as he is a normal person, he does not want to be in a position to be attacked at any time.

"Commander Guy! Do you know the location of Baron Seymour?"

Edward asked involuntarily as he looked at Guy, the leader of the Dark Blade, who was standing beside him.

"Your Majesty! Following your instructions, our people have been paying attention to him. According to the latest news, he is still staying in a residence not far from the noble district."

"Okay! Take Baron Smith there right away!" Edward turned his head to look at Baron Smith on the other side, "Uncle Smith! You take a hundred guards and follow Guy to the residence, and try to capture Baron Seymour alive! "

"Yes! Your Majesty, your order is our goal!"

Baron Smith responded directly, very crisply.

Watching the two walk away together, Edward looked at his fragile arm again, and stopped the thought of following them.

At this time, our Baron Seymour was wandering around nervously, his hands clenched into fists, his face solemn.

He was going to use the navy this time, but the navy is like a leaky sieve, full of spies of all kinds, and it is easy to leak the wind.

Besides, his elder brother, Duke Edward, was once the Minister of the Navy, so there must be someone in the navy.

Although the combat effectiveness of the pirates and the navy was similar, he still felt uneasy and flustered, as if something urgent was about to happen.

Baron Seymour seemed to calm down his inner unease, and immediately took the soft down the stairs, and the two guards followed closely behind, without taking a step away.

"Quick! Go to the port!" Sitting in the carriage, Baron Seymour urged the groom to speed up, and the baron couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, as if the speed of the carriage would appease the baron's anxiety.

Not long after, the carriage stopped abruptly, and Baron Seymour heard the surprised sound of the groom.

Sure enough, when he opened the curtain, he saw a group of armored guards surrounding the carriage. The baron in the lead also knew him. He was the head of guards beside His Majesty the King—Baron Smith.

Knowing that he was irreparable, Baron Seymour stepped out of the carriage resignedly.

"Good night! Baron Smith!"

"Good night! Lord Seymour!"

The two said a word of greeting to each other in this way, and there was no more words.

Baron Seymour boarded the carriage consciously, and Baron Smith also ordered the groom to follow the knight in front, and the other guards rode on horses, slowly maintaining the status quo of the encirclement.

Just like that, the carriage slowly drove towards Whitehall Palace.

All the guards did not have any words or reminders. They all knew that this was necessary to maintain the dignity and dignity of the nobility.

Nobles are always nobles, and they cannot be treated like ordinary people. The dignity of nobles cannot be violated.

The carriage was driving on a quiet street. The citizens of London were very aware of danger and hid at home without going out, so the normally crowded streets seemed empty.

"Dum..." Baron Seymour felt the carriage stop, and he knew that Whitehall Palace had arrived!

"Your Excellency the Baron! Please get out of the car! His Majesty the King is waiting for you!"

The Lord Baron who was asked to get off the car walked a little slowly. He hadn't figured out the change of roles for a while, and he didn't adapt to his next status as a prisoner.

"Come on! Uncle, enjoy dinner first! We'll talk about it later!"

The Baron was brought to the dining room, Edward was eating foie gras with relish, seeing Baron Seymour brought in, he couldn't help saying.

The baron, who was about to speak, looked at the big meal in front of him, and simply let go of his aristocratic restraint, and began to eat.

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