My British Empire

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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 unfamiliar, and anyone around him may be someone else's spy, and he cannot let others know his secret.

Veins were exposed in the hand tightly clutching the parchment, and the palm of the hand that had practiced swordsmanship all the year round was covered with calluses, but at this moment 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 his skin had 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 were serving at the side shrank in the corner, trembling, looking at the master who was very different from usual in horror.

The manservant who delivered the letter was also timidly standing in the distance, watching Dio furiously venting furtively, 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 bloody 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, he calmed down completely, but his face was extremely cold, and there was a ruthlessness in his eyes.

As he read on, his wife wrote that the king's dissatisfaction with him and the death of his father, the wife's father, the Chevalier Benoit, took her back to her natal family directly, for fear of implicating him.

Since the two of them have never had any children, the old knight's claim that he has been looking for a new husband for her has no clue.

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 more than 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 had been protecting 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's 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 he has always been valued by Dio, and he will discuss anything with him.

Dio glanced at the burly 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 content 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 take my wife back, his grandma's xxxx banana, xxx him**...

Immediately, the furious Boris sprayed directly, and greeted his father-in-law directly in front of him, accompanied by movements 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 confused by Boris at this time, with a wry smile in his mouth, he stopped him aloud.

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

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.

Speaking of 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!

Upon hearing this method, Dio couldn't help but his eyes lit up, thinking 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 hands, and she needs me to help her shock the nobles in Scotland!

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

And now the news that I have offended His Majesty the King may have already reached her ears. Now I am afraid that some nobles are whispering in His Majesty's ears, and 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.

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

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

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