chapter 52 - back to london

 "What the hell is my nephew doing? What connection does the Southampton family have with him?" A pang of doubt rose in Duke Edward's mind, and his face wore a puzzled expression.

 "Hear it is for the purpose of chartering a fleet of ships of the Rioshesly family to travel east to the Principality of Moscow and the Principality of Lithuania, to sell Flaming Wine!" The steward stated the news that his men had inquired about, and of course, it was the news that Edward had told Darkblade to pass out unintentionally.

 "The people there seem to be particularly fond of this wine, which is very profitable! His Majesty the King wants to sell it directly across!"

 "Yes? That explains it! It seems that our king's majesty still inherits the tradition of his predecessors, and still likes shiny and delightful gold coins!" His Excellency the Duke did not doubt that, after all, Edward was his nephew, and he himself was only administering England on his behalf, and sooner or later it would be handed over to him.

 "The king likes gold coins? That's not necessarily true anymore! You send someone to keep a good eye on it! Don't let your guard down!" Earl Warwick stroked the porcelain from the east with a look of love, but the words that came out were loud and clear.

 "Aye! I'll send someone to keep a close watch! Don't let them have the slightest relaxation!" The butler immediately responded, his voice decisive.

 For the moment the king, who had no real power, was not the main target of Earl Warwick's attention.

 He kept an eye on Somerset, who controlled the Board of Regents! Te Duke's every move. Although the aim with Duke Edward was reform, he had another ulterior motive.

 In the morning, at this point, Edward was looking at the ocean in front of him with no interest after a couple days of beachcombing.

 "Andre! What do you think the ocean looks like?" Edward asked Andre behind him in boredom, a hint of probing in his tone.

 For what people thought of the sea in the Middle Ages, Edward felt there was a bit more to learn about it, didn't it often come from the masses to the masses!

 "Your Honorable Majesty! Are you sure it's me you're asking?" Andrei looked around, unsure of himself, a look of shock on his face.

 "Exactly! Is there anyone else here named Andre?" Edward said teasingly, looking at a nervous Andrei and couldn't help but smile.

 I used to see one of the governor is not also nervous! Shook hands with the governor and was happy for half a day.

 "Sire, Your Majesty! I think the sea is a trap from the devil! It's full of cheese, but it's still death that awaits us," said Andrei, slowly getting used to the conversation with the king and becoming more and more fluent.

 In the Middle Ages, the nobility was disdainful of the common people, fearful that a single word would tarnish their noble lineage.

 And Edward's innate graciousness infected Andre's heart with a sense of honor at being respected.

 "And there are people who just walk into the ocean and walk into the devil's tool for harvesting souls!" Andrei had an afterthought look on his face.

 "I accompanied Mr. Waltham aboard a merchant ship once last time! And sure enough, Your Majesty! And I felt the devil's magic!"

 "My brain suddenly became dizzy and my body was limp! It's very hard!"

 Edward turned on auto-filter mode at Andre's words, and was inwardly divided.

 Sure enough, it wasn't for nothing that the nobles despised the commoners, and the ordinary commoners were basically just ignorant and didn't even know that they were seasick.

 However, this is also due to the fact that Andre is a long-time inland dweller and harbors a fear of the sea. This is also representative of mainstream opinion in England at large.

 It must be different for civilians on the coast, so it seems like a good idea to find a fisherman and ask.

 Edward slowly walked down the landing, and Andre followed, very much a follower.

 "Luna! Pack up your things! We're getting ready to go back to London!"

 Edward spoke to Luna in the distance, not caring about her surprised expression, and went straight to his precious study, very much in the manner of His Majesty.

 "My goodness! It's going back so soon!" Even Luna's gentle nature couldn't help but be tormented beyond measure by Edward. Looking at the hall that had just been cleaned, Luna felt a bit like crying.

 So the whole castle was busy, Luna and Lucy packing up Edward's belongings, and Edward's cherished books.

 Soon, Knight Sean's loud voice was heard throughout the castle again, and there was another cocktail.

 At this time, at Windsor Castle in Berkshire County, a group of teenagers on the grass in the backyard were standing hard and straight in the sun.

 These were the results of Edward's first mission for the Darkblade spies, and almost all of the orphans from all of London and the West of England were here.

 There were in all over three thousand, of whom about a thousand were children from zero to four years of age, and almost the whole of the serf women of Windsor Castle were employed in their care, about a hundred or so.

 It was estimated that there were about two thousand people, divided into three teams. Among them, children between the ages of four and six were divided into one team, which was also the largest team, with about a thousand people, both male and female, being trained by more than a dozen maids and more than thirty guards.

 It was training, rather than care, and in addition to teaching them to stand, as well as to run, a teacher was brought in for them, specializing in giving them lessons in word recognition.

 Of the remaining one thousand, over eight hundred of the children were in the six to ten year old range, and during the day they trained according to the training laid down by Edward, which was based on a program he had cut down according to college military training.

 In the evening, they have to be taught by teachers who have labored all day to learn and practice their English.

 And the remaining two hundred or so were all children over the age of ten, who were trained exactly according to Edward's training syllabus.

 Jack was one of them. Ever since he saw Guy, Jack was constantly in his sights. Finally, he was seen by Guy and became part of the army of orphans.

 So sadly Jack had to hold up his skinny frame and stand at attention in military position in the beautiful sunshine.

 Truly, such a day is harder than being exploited by the restaurant owner on a regular basis, and Jack is constantly planning an escape plan within himself.

 Every day, I got up at 6:00 a.m., ran three miles, and then stood in the military position until I ate at 12:00 noon.

 Half an hour later, after lunch, Jack was driven to bed by the squires, that is to say, to the boarding-house built for them by the guards of Windsor Castle.

 In fact, Jack had never been able to figure out why he had to sleep during the day, didn't he sleep at night?

 With questions in mind, Jack was awakened by the guards at two o'clock in the afternoon, and the time for standing at attention began again.

 They eat at 5:30 p.m., get taught by that group of teachers at 6:00 p.m., and by 8:00 p.m., they get a good night's rest.

 And what comforted Jack outside of training was the three meals that were normally unattainable. And in a time when commoners ate two meals and nobles only ate three, it was such a blessing to be able to eat three meals of bread every day.

 The sizzling soft bread, the gooey barley gruel, and the pork that appeared at the table from time to time, these made Jack's plan of escape only delayed by the persuasion of his bowels.