Lying comfortably in the seat, Royruo looked at the building slowly passing outside the car window with interest. After yawning deeply, he asked, "Lyerd, how long will it take for us to get to our destination?"

"Marquis, at the current speed, it will take us at least thirty minutes." Butler Laird sat opposite him with a straight face and took out his pocket watch from his arms, secretly estimated the time, and replied.

"It will take half an hour! Laird, I'm so bored!" After yawning again, Roy said with some dissatisfaction: "Why are there so many people in London? Why are there so many traffic in London so congested? I regret Laird, let's go home!"

Hearing his master's willful words, Housekeeper Laird sighed silently, and then said seriously: "Dear Marquis, are you sure?"

"This..." Roy didn't dare to continue. He knew that as long as he spoke, the butler would definitely order the convoy to turn around and return to Edinburgh. There was no way, the stereotyped butler was like this. In their eyes, there was no such thing as a joke.

After a two-second silence for such a boring butler, Roy turned his head and asked casually: "Moriarty, you have become so quiet since you got off the plane. Is it London or your sadness?"

"My master, my hometown is Ireland, not England, where does the so-called sadness start?"

A hoarse and buzzing answer sounded. The owner of the voice was originally sitting quietly beside the butler in a daze. He came to his senses after hearing Roy's inquiry. However, his voice was so strange that the words from his mouth made goose bumps all over the person he heard.

"My dear Knight, do you think your outfit is too... unique?"

Ignoring the unbearable voice of ordinary people, Roy said to Moriarty speechlessly: "It's August now, my dear. Although London is relatively cool, is it really okay for you to dress like this?"

No wonder Roy was speechless. The man named Moriarty seemed to be very afraid of the cold. Not only was he wearing neat hunting suits, but he was also wearing a thick black silk cloak on the outer layer, covering his entire face and hiding it.

"My master, are you going to tell everyone that your knight is a monster?" Moriarty, who heard Roy complain, stepped down the cloak that covered her face, revealing a red skull composed of burning flames.

"Uh..." Roy was speechless, and after a moment he shrugged: "Okay, you won! Moriarty, why not bring your head with you? So you can come out as a normal person and have a good look at the world."

"I'm used to it," Moriarty put on his cloak and sighed in a vicissitudes of life: "I'm used to the days without a head!

Besides, there is nothing good in this world. Hasn’t she always been like this? It’s cold and ruthless!”

Time slipped away quickly when nonsense. After about an hour, the convoy finally arrived at the destination. After the hotel manager came forward to open the car door himself, the housekeeper walked out first, looked at the surrounding environment roughly and whispered: "Mr. Marquis, everything is safe."

Looking at Roy's figure walking out of the car, who had been waiting for a long time, the staff of the Casterhouse Hotel bowed collectively under the leadership of the hotel manager and said in unison: "Welcome the noble Marquis of Boss-Leon to visit this hotel and wish you a happy life!"

Roy, who glanced casually, nodded gently, then the hotel manager stood up and came to the butler, crossed his hands and placed his lower abdomen, bent gently again and said, "Welcome to Marquis Roy, I am Bessah, the manager of the Casterhouse Hotel. In the next few days, I will personally serve the distinguished guests."

"Hello, Ms. Bessahya, I am the butler, Lalder. The Marquis is tired from the journey and needs rest now. I hope Ms. Bessahya, you can arrange it as soon as possible." Butler Lairder asked.

"Okay Mr. Ledel, please come with me." The hotel manager turned around and led everyone forward, saying as he walked: "In order to welcome the noble Marquis of Roy and to create a comfortable and good resting environment for the noble Marquis, the Casthouse Hotel has specially cancelled all applications and appointments for the royal suite this week. In the next few days, the quiet and comfortable royal villa area will only be opened for members of the Boss-Leonca family. Please feel free to check in."

Walking into the villa area, the maids who arrived a week in advance bent down under the guidance of the second housekeeper James and said respectfully: "Marquis Ri'an."

Roy nodded in response, then walked into the villa. After accompanied the housekeeper Laird, he nodded with satisfaction: the layout and decoration of the house in Edinburgh is basically the same, and I believe the Marquis would like it here.

In the afternoon, Paul Burrell, the royal manager who received the news, walked into the hotel. After layers of inspections, he came to the butler Laird. Looking at the butler who had been hearing about him but had never met, Paul did not dare to neglect him. He strode forward and stretched out his right hand and smiled and said, "Hello Mr. Laird, I am Paul Burrell, the royal manager Laird."

After shaking his hand gently, the housekeeper Lailder turned around and walked towards the cabinet behind him and asked, "What do Mr. Paul want to drink? Green tea or black tea? Oh, I also treasure some of the top good teas from the East country. They call it the red blood of the gods. It is said that it is the king of tea. Mr. Paul, do you want to try it?"

"Red blood of the gods?" Paul was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then nodded in a strange way and said, "Of course, I have never drunk this kind of tea. The king of tea? Is this kind of tea really so magical?"

"You need to taste this by yourself, Mr. Paul, and then evaluate it."

Taking out the small tea box that was only the size of a palm, butler Leilde gently opened it, carefully took out two tea leaves from it with black wooden tweezers, and put it in a specially prepared purple clay teapot. Put the tea box together and put it deep in the cabinet. House Leilde closed the cabinet and came to the front of the coffee table, pressed the phone number on the coffee table and said, "Ms. Vinola, please come to me."

Looking at Paul in confusion, the housekeeper Laird tried hard to stretch the corner of his mouth, barely pulled out a smile and explained: "This magical Chinese tea requires specific water sources and containers, including some unique techniques, and only Ms. Vinora has learned it here. Mr. Paul, what we have to do now is wait quietly."

During the arrival of Ms. Vinora's tea, Paul took the opportunity to talk to the housekeeper Laird: "Mr. Laird, His Majesty the Queen Mother is pleased with the arrival of the Marquis. She was eager to see the Marquis. I wonder when the Marquis will go to Buckingham Palace?"

"Don't worry Mr. Paul," replied Laird's housekeeper slowly: "Mr. Marquis is tired from traveling and needs rest now. As for when to go to meet the Empress Dowager, I cannot answer you for the time being."

The journey was tired? Paul couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard this. Let's go and go. It's only an hour and a half to fly from Edinburgh to London. In addition, he took a bus here and took the congestion for only three hours. It's obvious that Laird's words were rude.

But what good can Mr. Paul have? The Marquis opposite, who is not even Her Majesty, is not even a fucking master. In the eyes of the other party, his little royal chief is not even a big deal. Since the other party is unwilling to go to Buckingham Palace immediately, Paul can only accept this fact helplessly.

"Mr. Paul, let go of those unnecessary troubles and let us taste this precious tea," said the housekeeper Laird, who pushed the tea cup down before Paul, "This wonderful taste is a rare pleasure."

Since the mission conveyed has been completed, Paul, who threw the subsequent worries to the queen, put down his burden and easily picked up the teacup. The faint fragrance from the tip of his nose shocked him. After savoring it carefully, he unconsciously closed his eyes.

"Mr. Paul, how about this tea?" asked Laird, who saw Paul open his eyes after a while.

"It's simply indescribable!" Paul, who was full of surprise, said excitedly: "Mr. Laird, your tea is simply magical. I actually drank the natural smell of birds and flowers from it. God, this is simply incredible!"

"It's good if you like Mr. Paul," said Laird's housekeeper with a smile, "This kind of tea was sent by Lord Hammond after returning home. After tasting it, the Marquis immediately fell in love with it. The subsequent part was specially sent to China to acquire it. It's a pity."

Butler Laird took a sip and sighed: "It's too small, no matter how much we spend, we only get less than ten grams! It is said that this magical tea leaves can only grow by a few old tea trees that have been hundreds of years old, and the annual output is only more than twenty grams."

Paul didn't take the feelings of the housekeeper Laird at all. At this time, he fell into thinking: Lord Hammond? That Conservative Hammond? That last governor Hammond? Is he not an Englishman? When did he get mixed up with the Boss-Leon family?

As if Paul's doubts were seen, the housekeeper Laird said with some reason: "Lord Hammond is an old friend of the Boss-Leon family. The Marquis also respects the Lord. Of course, this is the true friendship between the two. Mr. Paul must not misunderstand it."

After hearing this, Paul couldn't help but curse in his heart: Since you don't want me to misunderstand, don't tell me what you mean by saying this specifically. Isn't it obvious that you want to reveal through my mouth to Lord Hammond to give eye drops?

Looking at the meaningful smile on Butler Lailder's face, Paul was even more impressed. He was completely unsure of what the other party said just now. After thinking hard that he was not possessed, Butler Paul, who was not possessed, smiled bitterly, stood up and announced his departure. As for Hammond's problem, Her Majesty the Queen himself should worry about it.

"You mean, Hammond sent someone to give Roy a box of tea?" Queen Elizabeth, who had listened carefully to Paul's report, asked, "What kind of tea?"

"The 'Da Hongpao' from China," said General Paul, on the way back, and he explained to the listening queen: "This is a very precious tea. According to the information obtained from my investigation, this expensive tea is very rare even in China. It used to be used as a precious tribute to the contemporary emperor. The recent record that can be found is that Nixon visited China in 1972, and the red giant named Mao gave him 200 grams, and these two hundred grams were accumulated over the past few decades in China and was nicknamed "half of the country"!"

"Paul, are you sure about this news?" Elizabeth asked with a gloomy face after listening to the report.

Paul nodded vigorously: "Yes, Her Majesty the Queen!"

Elizabeth's face was gloomy and terrible. In the torture of everyone in the room, she turned her head and asked to the royal assistant standing beside her: "I remember Hammond is now responsible for dealing with the work of the abominable rebels in Ireland, right?"

As early as the beginning of hearing Hammond's name, the assistant who recalled all the resumes of this person in his mind in recent years replied: "Yes, Her Majesty the Queen, Lord Hammond is now the Chairman of the Irish Magistrate Council."

"How effective?" the queen continued.

The assistant replied carefully: "Lord Hammond is said to be strictly following the treaty of the Belfast Agreement, and now Ireland has achieved a little success."

The queen's face was even more gloomy when she heard this name. In her opinion, the Belfast Agreement was a shame during her reign. The powerful British Empire actually compromised like those shameful rebels, which was an unbearable stain on her since her reign! Although she was willing to admit that the British Empire had fallen, and now it is just the Commonwealth.

"And that's right," said the assistant who was ugly and said in a secret voice that he was unlucky, and continued with a sharp forehead in Elizabeth's knife-like gaze: "In the appointment memorandum two months ago, Mr. John Major recommended Lord Hammond to be the Commonwealth representative of the European Commission. His proposal was supported by Conservative leader Mr. John Hager, and the current Prime Minister Mr. Tony Blair said he would also consider it more."

"The representative of the Commonwealth in the EU? He is a delusion!" Elizabeth, who could no longer listen, angrily shouted: "Shameless politician and disgusting scum, don't he know the wolf ambitions of the Boss-Leon family for many years?

Look, even the Conservatives are now entangled with the Boss-Leon family. Are these rude and shameless ungrateful wolves the talents the Commonwealth has cultivated over the years?

Sanks, informed Prime Minister Tony Blair and Conservative Party leader John Hager, telling them that I will never want to see Hammond again, and that I will not want to see him in any appointment or administrative documents!"

"It's Her Majesty the Queen!"
Chapter completed!