The next morning after Orlam's visit, Duke Wilson went to Buckingham Palace.
When he came this time, George was meeting the foreign minister. George had just become king and he had a lot of diplomatic work to do, so Duke Wilson could only wait outside the living room where George met the minister. Very bad, although he always felt that the army his father left him was not easy to use, but in any case this is the army of the Crist family, and now it will be terminated in his own hands, Duke Wilson is a little bit in any case. uncomfortable.
After a while, the originally closed door finally reacted, thinking that a servant with a white wig and a very flashy dress came out, nodded slightly to Duke Wilson, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, please come in."
He's been sitting here for less than three minutes, and is George already finished? Duke Wilson thought to himself, but with a cold look on his face, he nodded, turned and walked in.
As soon as he entered, he saw George sitting on the sofa with an old gentleman, and when they saw him come in, they all stood up. This old gentleman Duke Wilson knew, his name was Ukulele, he was a Sir, Ukulele The family is also considered to be a relatively old-fashioned aristocrat in Britain.
"Your Majesty." The old Ukulele has always been known for his exquisiteness. When he saw Duke Wilson coming in, he knew that the next thing was beyond his control, so he hurriedly said goodbye to George: "Today's affairs are almost the same, I will first back off."
George pretended to be surprised for a moment, and then said, "I didn't expect it to end so soon. You have worked hard today, so go back quickly." He smiled at the ukulele with a gentle expression.
Seeing the old Ukulele leave respectfully, the fake smile on George's face was removed, and facing Duke Wilson, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "This is really a disaster. , I didn't expect that becoming a king would be such a tedious thing, looking at the long list of expressions gave me a headache."
Duke Wilson didn't want to hear him talk about his communication with the foreign royal family, he just twitched the corner of his mouth perfunctorily, and then immediately said: "Your Majesty, it's already early winter, if I don't go back to Derainier, I'm afraid I belong to The tenants here will have a hard time this winter."
The relaxed smile on George's face disappeared in an instant, and the originally gentle face was a little stiff for a while: "Uncle Charles, didn't I discuss this with you last time? Now is not the best time for you to go back, this time You have been a great help to me and I hope you can stay in London and help me."
Duke Wilson smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, help him? I'm afraid that I will feel relieved if I want to lock myself by his side.
"Your Majesty, I don't have much experience in how to govern a country. Up to now, most of my life has been dealing with people in my fief. I am a little scared that you place such high hopes on me, I am afraid that I will fail you. Looking forward to it, let me go back to Delanlier, even in a faraway town, I will pray for you." Duke Wilson half lowered his eyebrows and said with a vague expression.
George looked at Duke Wilson and couldn't help squinting. He was very aware of Duke Wilson's ability. When he was in Oxford, he was always the most dazzling existence. Later, when he returned to London, he even participated in politics in his first year of junior high school. He won the respect of many politicians, and the then Home Secretary even hoped to cultivate him as his political heir, but unfortunately...
George couldn't help clenching his fists and smiled unnaturally: "You don't have to be so arrogant, I fully understand your abilities."
But Duke Wilson was a little disgusted by such Tai Chi-like words, and couldn't help raising his head to look at George, frowning: "What the hell do you want to do?"
Hearing that Duke Wilson didn't even bring his honorary title, George couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Uncle Charles, I really hope you can stay in London, what's wrong with London? Delan Lier is just a remote town. , you will never be as comfortable as you were in London when you go back."
Duke Wilson couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart. George was still the same George who always liked to save others by himself.
"I don't have to worry about whether I have a good time in Delan Lier. I will give you the army in my hands when I go back this time. Please let me leave London." Duke Wilson found that he was tired of it. I tried to test with George, and went straight to the road.
George opened his eyes instantly and looked at Duke Wilson in disbelief: "You..." He pursed his slightly dry lips and looked straight at Duke Wilson: "Is that what you think of me?"
Duke Wilson couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard his tone: "It doesn't matter what I think of you, I want to leave London, please allow me."
George couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when he saw Duke Wilson's firm look. He didn't expect that in order to leave London, he would be able to do this and give up the Chris family's army. George had never thought of such a result.
"Uncle Charles." George finally regained his composure at this time, but the look in his eyes was still slightly dim: "I didn't mean to take back your army, it was the army my father gave to your father, this time I can You are also credited with successfully entering Buckingham Palace, and you are my uncle. I will never treat you like this. It was my fault to keep you in London before. If you insist on leaving, then please leave."
George pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, and didn't look at Duke Wilson again.
Duke Wilson was a little puzzled at this time. He glanced at George. Does he really care about the army in his hands? Duke Wilson's mind changed slightly, he still cares, but now he is on the cusp. If he takes back the army in his hands at this time, I'm afraid it will damage his reputation. I'm afraid there are other means later, Duke Wilson's heart instantly Heightened vigilance, and at the same time feeling a little disgusted, it seems that even if he leaves London in the future, he will not be able to escape from these things.
"Thank you for your understanding." Duke Wilson bowed and saluted.
After that, the two exchanged a few more words, and before the atmosphere cooled down, Duke Wilson finally withdrew and left.
Seeing Duke Wilson disappear behind the door, the gentle smile on George's face gradually cooled, and he suddenly said, "Is this what you told him?" Although he used a question, his tone was very firm. , very clear in the slightly empty hall.
After saying these words, a door on the bookcase on the side of the hall suddenly opened slowly, and it was Oram who came out. With a gentle smile on his face, he didn't seem to care about Prince George's cold words: "I told him, isn't that what you need?"
What he said was so reasonable that even George couldn't help being stunned: "He's my uncle! How could I treat him like this!" George immediately reacted and shouted angrily.
Oram had never seen George so angry, but his expression was still calm, and he said coldly, "Although he is your uncle, he is also your servant. Do you remember this?"
George was stunned for a moment. He looked straight at Oram, as if he no longer knew this person. After a long time, he finally sat back on the sofa a little dejected. He lowered his head, and Oram could not see clearly. His expression at this time.
"Do I have to do this?" George's tone trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing something.
Looking at George like this, Oram's mind suddenly popped out what they looked like when they were three children. He and George will always follow Duke Wilson, watching his eyes adoring and burning, and dreaming of wanting to be with him Go out, and Duke Wilson will always be that arrogant and indifferent teenager, very impatient with them, but no matter where he goes, he will never refuse to follow them.
"You have to do this, this is your responsibility." Oram said calmly, as if his youth were just an illusion.
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Duke Wilson returned to his mansion with good news. Evan was surprised to know that Prince George let them go without the slightest conditions, but thinking about the current situation, he understood a bit.
Duke Wilson was afraid that this matter would change, so he ordered Steward Chris to pack up that night, but Steward Chris was caught off guard.
"You want to leave now?" He looked at Duke Wilson in surprise, not understanding the sudden thoughts of his host.
"I have to leave now, Chris, you have been with the Christ family for so many years, and you should understand our difficulties. Now Delan Lier is my best place to return." Duke Wilson said slowly.
Butler Chris felt a little ashamed for a while. Of course, he knew how the Christ family was forced back from London by the previous king to Delan Lier. He even fully understood that when the old duke died, he still wanted to come back again. To London, to revive the glory of the Crist family, he thought it would be different now that there is a new king, but now it seems that it is not possible.
"Yes, it's my fault, I'll be ready tomorrow." Chris nodded regretfully and left Duke Wilson's study.
Watching Chris leave, Evan frowned slightly: "Isn't there anything wrong with us leaving in such a hurry?"
Duke Wilson listened to Evan's question but lost the seriousness he had before. He just smiled gently: "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Now that Duke Wilson has given a guarantee, Evan is not too worried. Before dawn the next day, they prepared their luggage and drove towards the train station in the carriage of Duke Wilson's residence.
Little Edward was still in his sleep, and Evan carried him into the carriage. After a long journey, he finally returned to Delane Lille. This time, when he returned to this place, Evan felt the same as the first. Had a completely different feeling.
That time he came to this place with resentment and unwillingness full of ambition, but this time, he only felt safe and secure, this place has a different meaning to him.
Butler Chris took the lead, and when the Duke and Evan got off the carriage, he had already driven the carriage to greet him.
Little Edward has lost the excitement on the train now, and is sleeping peacefully in the arms of the footman.
Duke Wilson and Evan walked in the direction of Butler Chris, and he also walked towards the two of them. When approached, Evan realized that Butler Chris's face was not good-looking.
"What's the matter?" Duke Wilson asked, frowning, of course he also saw the difference in Butler Chris's expression.
"Lord Duke, a nun in the town died. I heard it was murder! And it's also related to Colonel Mel!" Of course, Butler Chris didn't dare to hide Duke Wilson, and said immediately.
But when he said these words, Duke Wilson was not doing well, but Evan was taken aback, nun? Could it be... He had some bad thoughts in his heart.