Henry VIII, holding his legs in the chair, founded the college, and Thomas Neville, the dean of the early seventeenth century, designed the college.

Entering the gate, Lorraine saw a vast Gothic courtyard with green grass. There was a fountain in the middle of the courtyard, and the steeply-topped auditorium towered in the middle.

Jero introduced to Lorraine that the Trinity College’s Independent College retained an interesting tradition at the beginning, and freshmen must try to run around the giant courtyard on the day of the school banquet when ringing the bell at the noon bell tower.

The circumference of the Giant Court is 367 meters, almost equivalent to a standard stadium. The noon bell lasts only 43 seconds. Every freshman who completes the challenge will become the most watched star at the welcome banquet.

He suddenly took out his pocket watch and looked at Lorraine with a smile: "Little Drake, today is also your welcome party. Don't you want to try to challenge the glorious traditions of Trinity Academy?"

Lorraine looked at her dress with a weird look: "Are you going to let me wear a tuxedo to challenge a sport?"

Jero was stunned for a moment, and his smile gradually became awkward: "Yes, the challenge of a group of philosophers, poets, scientists and theologians is not a challenge for you. Please, your banquet is in the Neville Courtyard in front of the Ryan Library, and we have to pass through the auditorium."

After passing through the auditorium and coming to the courtyard, Lorraine saw long rows of square tables in the courtyard, and the square tables were filled with exquisite food.

Dozens of men and women scattered in groups in three or five in the yard, maintaining a suitable distance, whispering, but chatting and laughing.

Including Lorraine, the offshore guild has a total of 27 member chambers, of which 13 operate the Cantabulian route.

This number only accounts for half of the members of the guild, but its capacity and combat power account for 70%.

They are the leaders of the offshore guilds, and the current president, Liverpool's Roy Chamber of Commerce is the most powerful.

The Roy Chamber of Commerce is an old-fashioned chamber of commerce with a history of nearly two hundred years. It has 30 ships, two of which are Carac destroyers of the same level as the Reindeer.

The Carac type is the predecessor of the Galen type and is also known as the Spanish sailing ship. With the prosperity of the Galen type sailing ship, it has gradually faded out of people's vision in recent years.

The two destroyers of the Roy Chamber of Commerce are both elderly ships over 80 years old. History has proved that they are not worth mentioning in other aspects except for their firepower configuration and deck layer count.

The essence of a cold dinner is socializing.

Men and men, women and women, the conversation before the banquet is often more important than the banquet itself, and the topics are more realistic and represent the participants' true mentality.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Jero's niece smiled and picked up Carmen from Lorraine, and said to Lorraine: "Mr. Drake, I will take Miss Xavier to meet the noble lady of the guild, don't you mind?"

Lorraine knew that this was what Jero meant, and nodded slightly: "Carmen is a free unmarried lady, Miss Minder, you don't need to ask for my opinion."

"I want it." Freya wrinkled his nose with Carmen, "My besties say that God kissed me lightly and I could see through everything."

"You can't see through the seamen, we are covered with mirages." Lorraine gave them a gesture of inviting them, "I hope you have fun."

Watching the two girls politely as they merge into the circle of noble ladies, Jero took Lorraine to a corner of the courtyard, a small circle of gentlemen.

The four presidents owned chambers of commerce, Sbrundy Chamber of commerce, Shacklin Chamber of commerce, and Samuelson Chamber of commerce. The chambers owned by the four presidents are all the best in offshore guilds. Like the Minder Chamber of commerce, they are all members of the board of directors, and the Roy Chamber of commerce is even the president of the guild.

"Gentlemen." Jero greeted everyone in the circle, "introduce you today's protagonist, Lorraine Drake, president of the Drake Chamber of Commerce, a member of the Tavistock Drake family, a young gentleman in England, is also a brave, powerful, trustworthy and excellent admiral."

Lorraine nodded and greeted the presidents: "Lorraine Yanason Drake, I am just the abandoned son of the Drake family, a dropout from the school student, and Mr. Mindel should not be praised like this."

"Don't underestimate yourself, young man." The serious gentleman who was hunched by the presidents in the middle like stars holding the moon, stretched out his hand to Lorraine, "John Roy, I am the president of the Roy Chamber of Commerce."

Taking advantage of the opportunity to shake hands, Lorraine carefully looked at his face.

At fifty years old, gray hair and green eyes, the old gentleman in front of him gave people a strong and rigorous feeling. Each hair is fitted on his head, covered with a wig, and there is no wrinkle on his dress, which perfectly conforms to the traditional definition of aristocrats by the English.

From his tone, Lorraine couldn't hear much welcome. He disdained a freshman small chamber of chambers like Drake, and did not value Lorraine's fighting will and ability, which Yero values ​​the most.

This neglect puts the small circle in embarrassment.

Yero coughed, "Gentlemen, what are you talking about?"

Odilan Shacklin, president of the Shacklin Chamber of Commerce, supported him with a smile: "We are talking about a new news."

"What news?"

"The four fleets of Cantabrian have become closer. Two days ago, they announced the formation of a joint fleet in Port La Rochelli, and Viren Desai became the admiral of the joint fleet, and the French destroyer became the flagship of the joint fleet."

Yero frowned: "They actually solved the problem of trophy distribution?"

"It looks like, yes." Odilan shrugged helplessly. "We have some differences in opinions, a powerful fleet composed of a Garen destroyer, eighteen Brigentinian frigates and sixteen Mixa-Skuna armed merchant ships."

"Difference?" Lorraine didn't understand what was worth disagreeing with this news. "Is the overall combat effectiveness of the guild not as good as the first fleet of the four major chambers of commerce?"

"If we gather all the members of the guild who run the Cantabrian route, of course we can compare." Odilan's voice sounded a little helpless, "Our firepower is far greater than them, with two Carac destroyers and thirty-two Brigentinian frigates. The problem is..."

"The problem is that we don't need to go through a lot of trouble at all." John interrupted with a sneer. "Those privateers should not form a joint fleet. That fleet has destroyed the strength of Cantabrian, and the Straits fleet will never sit idly by. In my opinion, the blockade of Cantabrian is about to end, and everything will return to its former state."

Lorraine looked at John strangely: "Do you think at this critical moment, the Royal Navy will declare war on the privateers on the Cantabulian route?"

"It's obvious, isn't it?" John stroked his chest and sued everyone, and walked slowly to the north of the courtyard, facing everyone.

bite……

The conversation ended, and everyone gathered together, both men and women, and stood in front of John.

John cleared his throat: "Yero has introduced a warrior to us."

"On the fourth day of this month, he fought against the Reindeer off the sea of ​​Cantabrian, not only used a Brittany frigate to protect his teammates from escaping, but also saved his life. Let us warmly welcome our new member, Lorraine Yarnson Drake!"

Applause rang out.

Amid the applause, Lorraine walked out of the crowd, took over John's position, and stood in front and between the crowd.

His expression is not.

Jero reminded below: "Little Drake, introduce yourself to everyone."

"Is it introduced?" Lorraine chewed the words and suddenly started his speech at the incorporation. "By chance, my ship had cooperated with Mr. Minder's fleet, defeated the third fleet of the Desai Chamber of Commerce, and captured Mr. Yacharin Desai, the heir of the Desai family. As a result, I was able to meet Viren Desai."

"He was a lunatic. He set up an ambush at the negotiating venue, and on Guernsey, the imperial power of the King of England, with the intention of killing me."

"I can stand here, and it is natural that he failed." Lorraine raised her glass and smiled. "Later, west of Yoo Island, I met Viron again, saw the Reindeer, and fought a battle."

"The battle was not long. My artillery hit the Reindeer twelve times in total. The biggest gain was to burn her stern sail. She hit me three times, once at the bow, penetrated two decks, once at the stern, cut off half of the stern cabin, and one shot below the waterline, pierced through two watertight cabins, almost causing damage to the keel."

"He chased me for 30 hours until the West Rim of the Celtic Sea to give up chasing... This is Villan."

Lorraine was silent for a while: "I have been a person who was unwilling to suffer losses since I was a child. This time I suffered a great loss and I must ask Villan for it. However, it is difficult for the Drake Chamber of Commerce to threaten Villan's first fleet. Now that the First Fleet has become a joint fleet, it is even more difficult to create a threat."

"I need comrades."

"I need comrades, so I entrust Mr. Mindel to join the powerful offshore guild. However, I didn't expect that I would meet a group of nerds and innocent middle-aged and elderly people at Trinity College."

"The Royal Navy is involved in the war?" Lorraine smiled disdainfully, "My surname is Drake, and no one here should know the Navy better than me."

"The current situation is that England and France, the Netherlands, and Spain are fighting hard in the New World. With all restraint, the European mainland has barely maintained the existing, apparent peace."

"No one dares to ignore national interests and start a war, and no one will drag the British homeland into the abyss of war for our small offshore merchants."

"Does England need the Cantabulian route?" Lorraine looked at the gentlemen and ladies in front of her with disgust, "Actually... no need!"

"The vast Atlantic Ocean and the Celtic Sea are the core routes for Asia, Africa and the New World commodities to flow into the British Isles. England does not need Cantabrian at all, it is just us who need it!"

"Don't have any fantasies about the Royal Navy anymore. In England's eyes, we are not worth mentioning!"

Lorraine raised the wine glass in her hand high: "Gentlemen, ladies, I am Lorraine Drake, now allow me to toast."

"The first cup, let us respect our wealth...who will eventually be gained by our enemies, or sleeping at the bottom of the sea!"
Chapter completed!