My British Empire

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When going to the palace, Chandler had a sad face, as if he was going to die, and his steps were heavy, reluctant.

When he left the palace, Chandler was elated, as if he had stepped on cotton, his steps were light and brisk, and he looked as if he had married a wife.

Following the guards in front of him, Chandler left the palace step by step, even if he met a group of beautiful maids along the way, he directly got into the car and started to return.

When they got to the carriage, the corners of Chandler's mouth slowly opened and widened, and his voice gradually became louder. Finally, the laughter shook the entire carriage, and the groom who was focused on driving was startled.

Sick foreign barbarian! The groom is an authentic Slav, and he is somewhat dissatisfied with Chandler, who looks a little different from them and has a different language and culture.

A dignified groom of His Majesty the Tsar was sent to be the groom of a foreign envoy, which made him very unhappy!

Sure enough, God bless, my luck has come! Hahaha!

Chandler laughed out loud, not caring about his image at all, leaning forward and backward with laughter.

After laughing, he couldn't help recalling the scene in the palace just now, and immediately felt the chill on his back, and he felt a little scared in his heart.

That's really great, Mr. Chandler! Ivan IV continued his words, and said something that made him terrified.

Moscow just lacks talents like you. Otherwise, you should stay! Send someone back to report!

Ivan IV's words sounded relaxed and in a gentle tone, but Chandler could hear a trace of undoubted taste.

Seeing this, Chandler's back was already covered in cold sweat, and his head began to feel like it was about to explode.

No, absolutely can't stay, can't stay in this barbaric place!

Chandler pretended to be thinking about it, but his head turned quickly, thinking about what to do.

Your Majesty, please forgive my rudeness! Chandler took a step forward, then lowered his head, and said slowly apologetically.

In England, my family has been waiting for me to go back for several months, and His Majesty the King is still waiting for me to return to my command. This is my responsibility!

Chandler lowered his head and explained slowly, his hands and feet were trembling slightly. He had no confidence in Ivan IV at all.

After getting a negative answer, anger appeared on Ivan IV's face at first, but he restrained himself immediately, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

Chandler should be thankful that Ivan IV was still relatively young at this time, and the great cause in his heart was still in his mind. Ambition suppressed anger, and reason took over.

Hahaha, Mr. Chandler, I was just joking with you, don't take it too seriously! Ivan IV's smile looked so creepy.

In this way, Chandler laughed along with him.

I agree to the mutual business requested by the King of England. This is the letter of credence. Please pass it on to His Majesty Edward!

Ivan IV's eyebrows trembled, and the feminine man standing beside him walked over with small steps and handed a piece of paper to Chandler.

Chandler glanced at the man who delivered the credentials, nodded, and then looked at the credential with the red seal, thanking him endlessly.

He knew that in the Moscow palace, there were many such men and women, and it was said that it was a cruel system that came from far away Mongolia.

It is said that in order to prevent the harem from being dirty, the Mongols cut off the young children and raised them in the palace as slaves to serve the monarch.

Such a tragic situation made Chandler shudder. When he saw such a feminine man, his crotch felt cold and his legs tightened.

Cold sweat unconsciously covered his forehead.

After answering some questions about the Pope in Italy, Chandler quickened his pace and hurriedly left.

The carriage ran swayingly, and it didn't take long before the carriage stopped when the buttocks felt a little numb.

After rubbing his butt, Chandler came down and walked into this temporary mansion that belonged to him.

It is quite close to the royal palace, and nearby are the mansions of those great Moscow nobles, and the people who come and go are all high-ranking officials and nobles, high-ranking sages.

As the special envoy of the King of England, Chandler and his party were temporarily placed here and lived here for more than a month.

After the original expedition team of five or six merchant ships was blown away by the strong wind, he, the deputy envoy, took over and became the special envoy.

Not long after arriving in Moscow, he found the body of Sir Hugh Willoughby, and all the crew members who followed him were frozen to death.

In desperation, he came to Moscow, begged to see Ivan IV, and continued his unfinished business.

However, the one-month wait with no results exhausted the patience of dozens of crew members traveling with him.

Up to now, he has looked listless and indifferent to his behavior of going to see Ivan IV today.

After he got out of the car, he saw such a lazy look.

The crew members stood sideways or stood upright, with their eyes slightly open, their eyes gathered together in a daze, their lips moved a few times from time to time, their arms drooped weakly, and there was no sound in the whole mansion.

Hey! Guys, get up, get up, I have something important to announce!

With every step Chandler took, he kicked the lazy crew and yelled loudly.

As his voice sounded, the crew members slowly stood up, their faces looked sleepy, they yawned, and their footsteps drifted over.

Seeing such a scene, Chandler was also impatient, and patted the table with a serious expression.

In this way, the scene eased up.

Everyone, tell everyone the good news, we can go home!

One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the crew members who were still a little confused immediately became energetic, like a boiling oil pan.

Is this true, Mr. Chandler! That's wonderful! Mary, I'm going back!

All of a sudden, after hearing the news, the crew reacted differently.

But the name of God is endless.

Be quiet, everyone! Seeing that the scene was difficult to calm down for a while, Chandler tried to control the scene.

Everyone seemed to be giving him face, and gradually calmed down.

Today, His Majesty the Tsar of Moscow received me and told me good news, His Majesty the King's request, he approved! He gave me all the credentials!

When he was talking, the place was quiet, everyone was listening to him, the temptation to go home was too great.

In other words, we have completed His Majesty's mission, and we can go home!

Chandler shouted out the last sentence with all his strength.

For a while, it was boiling, and everyone was rushing to tell each other, crying, and making noise, again and again.

Everyone can't wait to pack their bags, buy food and drinks, and can't wait to go back now.