The confinement room is very dark and dirty. The original intention here is to implement military disciplines in the Guard Department. When designing, the transparent windows were cancelled and necessary living equipment was cancelled. Naturally, there would be no frequent cleaning and maintenance.

Since the beginning of the planning, this small dark room less than ten square meters has privileged, and there has never been a need to consider human rights issues. In normal times, visitors will not think about human rights here.

But at least today, it should really think about it seriously. Because today's visitors are not kind, the purpose of coming here is to find provocation, with a picky mind, without any awe or fear.

Dirty businessman.

Amani opened the padlock with a click, and the thick iron door made a squeaking sound, slowly being pushed away by the sun.

The sun shone into the house, strands and pieces, shaking up the dust all over the house, illuminating a pale, unshaven half-Ballant.

The old man was wearing a beautiful tuxedo and sat on the ground with his four toes and eight sides. When he saw the iron door push open, his turbid eyes rolled halfway.

"Lunch? Or afternoon tea?"

The hoarse voice was almost unrestrained to the outside, and Orves, who was following Lorraine, became furious.

"This is a crime! You torture a gentleman without any judgment, and even God will not forgive you for your devilish behavior!"

Captain Amani coughed weakly.

"I really don't understand what you are talking about, sir. Yesterday, the security department caught Mr. Leonard who was illegally invaded was eleven o'clock in the evening. For this reason, we specially prepared late-night snacks and wine. This morning, we prepared coffee, breakfast and morning tea for the gentleman, and there should be lunch in half an hour."

He spread his hands innocently.

"Look, we didn't let the gentleman miss the tea. As for beatings, injuries, etc., you can check it yourself. I guarantee that no one has infringed on his personal safety."

"Really?" Olves looked puzzled, "Then why... why..."

"Mr. Leonard committed a serious crime after all, and I think mental weakness is probably God's punishment for him."

"That's right, Mr. Captain."

As soon as Amani finished speaking, Lorraine's laughter rang.

"It turns out that as long as you bear sin in your heart, God will come to the dark room. God is so smart that he really doesn't understand why there are still people in this world that insist on troublesome laws."

Lorraine's teasing made Amani vaguely feel something was wrong.

He is not a cruel official in the prison, he is open-minded and cannot be called smart.

Like most people in this era, his definition of torture was limited to hunger, thirst, pain, pain, humiliation and intimidation, and so was Orves, who was completely unable to realize the destruction of psychological and mental oppression on people.

So what he was telling the truth was that he or the Navy did not take the initiative to torture Leonard, but Leonard was tortured. He relied on his tenacity and strength to carry the boat all year round, so he did not collapse.

Amani was as curious as Orves about this.

Lorraine obviously knew something, maybe it was a curse or a lynching. This ambiguous message made Amani feel excited, and he also lost his original calmness when he stood there.

However, Lorraine didn't want to say anything, but just glanced at him coldly, raised her foot and walked into the gate of the confinement room.

"Vice President Leonard."

"Boat...Chairman?" Leonard's turbid eyes suddenly became clear, and his body suddenly wanted to stand up, but because he had been sitting for too long, he could only barely cross his legs and straighten his waist.

"Vice President, has the glorious navy tortured you?"

This is the first problem. Clusterism can make people psychologically fragile. If torture is added, elderly people like Leonard who have not received special training are likely to confess.

"No, Chairman, since last night, this iron door will not open except for food delivery, and there will be no sound in it."

"That's the problem with volcanic rocks, at least I hope it's the volcanic rocks, not someone deliberately wants to make a gentleman lose his calmness and calmness."

Lorraine spoke to Amani in a condemning tone, and Amani subconsciously proved her innocence.

"No! We will never commit evil deeds that hinder the reputation of a gentleman until the final conviction!"

"I guess and trust you." Lorraine stood by the door to block the dazzling sunlight, "Vice President, since even Captain Amani said that you have never been convicted, why did the Navy arrest you?"

"I don't know, Chairman!" Leonard tried to maintain his calmness. "Last night I visited Director Raymond of the Secretariat. While his single dormitory was having a happy chat, a group of sailors shouting to check the room pushed open the door, and then he talked to himself and pulled me and a dozen other men and women into the security office. More than an hour later, Captain Amani came over with some guards, and then transferred me here. No one told me what I had done wrong in the process!"

"Simple chat? No sensitive information?"

"No, we are talking about a Frankish crown, which I found by chance in Kingston, and now even that goldware is gone!"

"Captain Amani! Private property is sacred and inviolable, this is the right given to every British by the Magna Carta!"

Amani gritted his teeth: "We will find out that gold tool!"

"It's not necessarily just a goldware, right? Yesterday's unhappiness happened in Chief Raymond's dormitory, and Chief Raymond is the vice president's friend..."

"He has already gone to work! Yesterday's rounds only involved illegal invaders and officers below the school level. The chief of staff has a reputation at the base. The security department dares not and will not cause rashness to him!"

"I finally heard a sensible news."

Lorraine waved her hand gently.

"Dignity, Captain, is what I want to say. My vice president is a celebrity in Kingston's upper class, and has had dinner with Sir Parker more than once. I don't expect your admiral to be open, but at least until the trial is over, Mr. Leonard should have soft seats and beds, desks and bars, warm water and maids, and light…"

"There is no maid, this is a naval base! But I can negotiate anything else."

"I will wait." Lorraine looked at Amani, "The meeting can be over. Vice President, I will meet with the admiral here next. Although you have endured a lot, please endure it for a while, just a moment..."

...

Soon, Lorraine, who was singing and singing, met Shaq, who had been missing for a long time, with an umbrella sword.

He was already very sure about Leonard. Not many people in the Royal Navy dock agreed with the commotion last night, and this disagreement was widespread in everyone's heart, so even the guards ignored their duties and did not even check out the umbrella sword.

Of course, Lorraine was not here to assassinate Shaq.

Entering the reception room, Lorraine leaned the umbrella sword against the edge of the coat rack, took off her hat and hung it upright.

The door was closed at the right time, leaving only the two Drake brothers looking at each other from afar, with a vast ocean between them.

"I heard you learned to be arrogant, Lorraine."

"There is an excellent teacher, and students will always learn faster, Mr. Major General."

There was no expression on Shaq's face, and there was no intention of responding to Lorraine's provocation.

Lorraine decided to turn defense into offense.

"I suddenly decided to clean up the discipline yesterday, and that night I detained more than a dozen gentlemen and ladies on the grounds of illegal invasion. Mr. Major General, you are really domineering as always."

"The scrutiny is to correct the style of the squadron. I greeted the Governor in advance for the social circle of Bermuda, so he promised to leave most of the people last night, except for your vice president. As an outsider, even the Governor is unwilling to let his reputation take risks."

"That's because some admiral was unfit to specialize my vice president." Lorraine retorted without hesitation, "Long story short, the Drake Chamber wants your fleet to provide sufficient evidence, otherwise, my lawyers in Kingston would not rule out the right to appeal to Sir Parker."

"Peter Parker's authority cannot shine on Bermuda. Judging from the tradition of mutual respect, he will not easily slap his nominal deputy." Shaq stood by the window leisurely, "If you want to develop in the aristocratic circle, you should understand these conventions as soon as possible."

"Is that? What about Plymouth? Although it will take longer, I also have a lawyer team there to live a leisurely life."

"Admiralty..." Shaq thought for a while, "it will indeed cause me a little trouble, but the decision will still be in my hands. How about it? Do you still have the third lawyer team in London?"

Lorraine suddenly felt that assassination might not be a bad idea...

He tilted his head and controlled the details of his facial features: "If my important vice president cannot be free today, there will be a third lawyer team from the Drake Chamber of Commerce in London soon."

“That is, there isn’t today.”

Shaq's voice was still calm, but the arrogant smell could no longer be concealed.

"Drake is a nobleman, my stupid brother, a real nobleman. You must understand this authority, because no matter how successful you do such a low position as a merchant, a low position is still a low position."

"In the face of true authority, the pound will not become a portrait minted on gold coins, nor will it bring you more power. These days, you have become a little self-esteem."

People are under the roof!

Lorraine clenched her fists sharply: "Thank you for your teachings, Mr. Baron Tavistock, can I take my people away?"

Shaq shook his head lazily.

"I don't know the so-called self-esteem, just like the hero who doesn't know the so-called shining name, Le François."

He turned his head and opened the curtains.

"Go, teach your people well. From today on, please let the soldiers return to the appearance of soldiers."

"Yes, Your Excellency."
Chapter completed!