"Tea or coffee?"


    Three color pansy manor, Drake house, Lorraine asked his guests.


    The guest is Chris Emmons, Colonel of the Royal Navy of Great Britain, an old acquaintance of Drake chamber of Commerce, and the "dangerous snake kept by Shaq" in Lorraine''s mouth.


    Memory pushes back to Muscat.


    Last year, around this time, Emmons participated in the Muscat war of aggression as an observer of the Royal Navy in order to investigate the problem of valkiri overrun configuration on the battlefield.


    As a result, Lorraine spent ￡ 5000 on a favorable investigation report from him. This report played a great role in the lawsuit between Drake chamber of Commerce and Portugal. From this perspective, Emmons contributed greatly to Lorraine''s victory in Europe.


    And this is not the only communication between Lorraine and Emmons.


    Taking the overrun case as the middle point, after that, Emmons skillfully promoted the Royal Navy African fleet to intervene in the Muscat war of aggression. Before that, he sold four 48 pound mortars to Lorraine during the handover period of shack''s transfer to the Navy Department. Before that, he also had intelligence support during his trip to Boston and military fire smuggling.


    The actual friendship between the two sides has lasted for many years. Although he may not know that Lorraine and kenvey are the same person, at different times, this greedy scum trusted by shack has indeed helped Lorraine a lot. Of course, Lorraine has also given him a lot.


    But that still doesn''t explain why he appeared in Miami at this juncture.


    An envoy? Or private?


    Lorraine pondered over Emmons''s motives and heard Emmons answer, "coffee, top grade, double milk, no sugar."


    Lorraine shrugged: "Monica, do as the guest asks, and ask someone to bring some snacks."


    "I''ll arrange it now, sir."


    Monica, the housekeeper of the Drake house, the eldest daughter of Dylan, faraming''s sister and ophy''s successor, bowed her head and gave a man''s breast salute. She opened the door behind her and stepped back to leave the room.


    Emmons smiled strangely as the door closed.


    "Generally speaking, there are no more than two reasons for haogui to abandon a professional male housekeeper, one is a distant relative and the other is a mistress."


    "Of course, Ms. Monica is not your relative, but as a mistress, although she is beautiful enough, she seems older and more restrained than you."


    "The Colonel''s mind is still the same."


    Lorraine poured himself a glass of wine and shook the glass, allowing the four leaf clover shaped ice to collide with the glass wall and make a rattling sound.


    "Monica is Mrs. and her husband is a young and promising designer of the maritime group. She will become my housekeeper only because of the recommendation of the previous housekeeper. There are not so many in the world. Generally speaking, all of them are randomly summarized by boring people like you, which is neither scientific nor responsible."


    "Your words are still so spicy." Emmons didn''t think so and continued casually. "Your last housekeeper... Remember, is it miss McCarthy who haunted Judea? Seven years? Or six years? Has he succeeded in winning the lady''s heart?"


    "They''re married. I don''t believe you haven''t heard about the restoration of the title of brede''s family. The new count brede''s biological mother is..."


    Lorraine shook her glass hand and gave a sudden meal, and her eyes suddenly became sharp.


    "Colonel, I''m curious. Where on earth did you learn that Bell''s wife was my housekeeper?"


    Emmons''s face changed greatly and subconsciously put his hand to his waist.


    Yes!


    A flying knife wrapped in red velvet slid past his face without warning and stabbed the tea table accurately.


    Emmons''s hand stopped in the middle, and cold sweat came out of his forehead and flowed to both sides along the legal pattern.


    "Hai... Haina yesla... Asasin''s hiding really deserves its reputation. I didn''t find a third person in this room..."


    "Should I say that your interrupting skills are poor?"


    Lorraine approached with a cold face and knocked the glass in front of Emmons.


    "I''m asking you, Colonel Emmons. How on earth did you know that Mrs. Judea was my housekeeper? And how did you know that this love run began in 1779?"


    "1779?" Emmons smiled guilty. "You''re too sensitive. I''m just casual..."


    "Please think carefully before you answer." Lorraine interrupted Emmons in a high pitched voice, "because that will determine whether you will encounter pirates on your way home. The new world is not peaceful, and you have to take risks when sailing in this ocean."


    Emmons shut his mouth without saying a word, and a pair of eyes turned quickly as if connected to a steam engine.


    "By the way! Didn''t Judea work under your command for some time after he absconded from the navy in 1779?"


    "I worked for a while and participated in Halloween."


    Lorraine pushed the wine glass forward slowly and touched the Throwing Knife gently with a ding.


    "But not long after the operation ended, he left the Drake chamber of Commerce. I couldn''t give him what he wanted, so he joined Edward KENWAY''s smuggling gang. But at that time, he absolutely didn''t show his love for ophy."


    "No performance?" the sweat on Emmons''s face was heavier, but his voice became calmer. "You may not know that I plotted against him when investigating the KENWAY smuggling regiment. He had fallen in love with Mrs. mai... Judea. He told me himself."


    "Really..." Lorraine grinned, without half a smile in her eyes. "It seems that you are ready to encounter pirates, Haina..."


    Haina landed behind Emmons like a ghost, and the short knife in her hand was raised high, pushing towards the side strength of her most familiar hand!


    "Wait!"


    In the blink of an eye, the tip of the knife stopped from moving to static and stopped at the skin of Emmons''s side neck. The bright red blood beads seeped out and rolled on the bright blade like dew in the morning.


    Emmons was stiff, his veins protruded under his skin like a heart, beating violently as if they would burst at any time.


    He gasped: "President Drake, I''m not the only one who knows you are Edward KENWAY. Killing me will hurt your sincere feelings with your brother. From your point of view, I don''t suggest you do that at all."


    "If so..." Lorraine was silent for a moment. "Colonel, do you want to visit my wine cellar? There are many valuable famous wines there. I promise you will be an eye opener."


    "I......" feeling the blade of Haina evacuating from her neck, Emmons swallowed heavily. "I''m very happy."


    "That would be great."


    Lorraine finally showed a happy smile, although there was still no smile in her eyes.


    "Haina, let someone take Colonel Emmons to the wine cellar and ask Lev and acharin to accompany him. In addition... Go and ask bell to come. I want to talk to him about something..."


    "OK."