Chapter 138 Master, go to England!

The letter in his hand has not been read yet, but a fire has been burning in Major Dio's heart. This fire is burning his lungs, burning his heart, burning his internal organs, like a blocked river, and urgently needs to vent come out.

  However, he understands that in this foreign country, everything here is strange, and anyone around him may be someone else's spy, and he cannot let others know his secret.

  The hand tightly clutching the parchment showed blue veins, and the palm of the hand that had practiced swordsmanship all the year round was covered with calluses, but at this time it was rapidly congested with blood, and the entire palm turned red.

  His eye sockets were deeply sunken, his blue eyes were wide open, and some of the ravines in his skin expanded, making him look like a volcano about to erupt.

  But strong self-control controlled his whole body, and after a while, he turned into a somewhat decadent Your Excellency Major.

   Pretending to be nonchalant, Dio spread out the rolled letter paper again, and looked at it seriously.

  The following content directly ignited the fire in his heart. He tore up the letter casually, picked up the table, and destroyed everything in front of him recklessly.

   Seeing his master with disheveled hair and madness everywhere, the little maids who are serving on the side don't shrink in the corner of the wall, trembling, looking in horror at the master who is very different from usual.

  The manservant who delivered the letter also stood timidly in the distance, furtively watching Dio venting his anger, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

It's no wonder they were so scared. If Dio took advantage of his anger to kill them, it would be nothing. Since the Queen Mother gave them to Dio, they were Dio's private slaves. He can kill at will.

   Fortunately, such a **** scene did not happen. After Major Dio destroyed the living room, he calmed down slowly

   "Go and invite Mr. Boris, I have something to discuss with him!"

   After Major Dio vented his anger, he completely calmed down, but his face was extremely cold, and there was a fierceness in his eyes.

   Just as he was reading, his wife wrote that the king was dissatisfied with him and his father died. His wife's father, the Chevalier Benoit, took her back to her natal family directly, for fear of implicating him.

  Because the two of them have never had any children, the father-in-law of the knight has no idea about finding a new husband for her.

  That's why he asked his servants to call out to the only person he trusted—Boris.

  Boris was originally the son of a serf, just like a dozen ordinary sons of serfs, he and others followed Dio, joined the army, accompanied him to make contributions, and protected his safety by the way.

Since Dio joined the army at the age of 16, he has followed him. After 12 years, Dio has become a major, commanding thousands of troops, and he has also become the captain of his personal guard, protecting him all the time.

  However, he was the only one left among the young serfs who used to protect Dio together. The others either died in battle or were wounded and disabled in the army. He is the only one left now.

  The young manservant was quick in his hands and feet, and after a while, Boris came to Dio.

   "Master, what do you want from me?" Boris said in a muffled voice.

   Being able to live up to now is due to Boris' burly figure, but he is not a rough man without a brain. If he had no brains, he would not be able to live now.

   On the contrary, he is still a careful person who can move some smart people, so Dio has always valued him, and he will discuss anything with him.

  Dio glanced at the strong man with a bushy beard in front of him, and felt a different kind of warmth in his heart. At this moment when the whole world abandoned him, he was the only one who could accompany him.

  Dio waved his palm, and the terrified maids and male servants backed away with great speed.

  Dio thought for a while, and then roughly explained the contents of his letter to Boris.

  After listening, Boris was also panting like a cow, spraying hot air from his nostrils.

   "Master, let's go to France and get my wife back, his grandma's xxxx banana, **** him**..."

   Immediately, Boris, who was so angry that he couldn't bear it, sprayed directly, and greeted his father-in-law directly in front of him, accompanied by actions from time to time, which seemed to be of practical value.

   "Okay, I came to you to discuss how to improve our situation, not to circle my father-in-law!"

   Dio, who was on fire in his heart, was dumbfounded by Boris at this time, with a wry smile in his mouth, he stopped it aloud.

   "Yes, master! I've lost my composure!" Boris touched his head a little honestly, showing embarrassment in his eyes, "However, the Chevalier Benoit is too much, I can't bear it in my heart!"

   Seeing Boris thinking about himself, Dio didn't bother to say anything about him, these rude words were also what he wanted to express.

   "You come up with an idea, let's see how we can change the current situation!"

  Although Boris has no opinions on major issues, he is usually a little clever. Under this unfavorable situation, he still understands the principle of brainstorming.

   Talking about Boris coming up with an idea, Dio couldn't stop churning in his mind at this time, thinking about it.

   And Boris was thinking while pulling his beard. After a while, his eyes lit up and he spoke happily.

   "Master, we can ask the Queen Mother of Scotland to help with the operation. Her brother is the king's favorite!"

  As soon as he heard this method, Dio couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he thought carefully about the feasibility of this method.

   "No, don't look at the Queen Mother's attitude towards me, it's because I have an army of more than a thousand people in my hand, and she needs me to help her deter the nobles in Scotland!"

  Dio finally shook his head and said in a frustrated tone.

   "And now the news that I have annoyed His Majesty the King may have already reached her ears. Now I am afraid that some nobles are whispering in His Majesty's ears. My position is hard to secure!"

Regarding these situations, Boris understands a little bit. Although it is hard work to send troops to Scotland, it is not enough to be able to control an army of more than 1,000 people, and then stay in Scotland for a few days to be gilded, increase seniority, operate again, and get promoted. impossible.

  So as Dio said, this post may soon fall into the hands of others, and besides, his young master still has a lot to do.

  So, Boris could only grimace, and began to think carefully.

   "Master, how about we go to England?" Boris suddenly said something like thunder.