South London, Sussex, Portsmouth City, noon.

Patrick Barnaby walked out of the Portsmouth Naval Shipyard tiredly. Although she was tired, Patrick's heart was filled with anger at the cousin Nathaniel Barnaby, who was ten years older than him.

Earlier in the Admiralty, Patrick and his cousin were still limited to academic scope. Nathaniel advocated that warships should increase firepower to the greatest extent and limit the defensive armor as much as possible. However, Patrick's concept was exactly the opposite. Patrick believed that the armor and redundancy of warships were the first issues to be considered.

After his cousin married his little sister to Edward Reed, the conflict between the two expanded academically to family. Patrick believed that Nathaniel forced his 21-year-old sister to marry the divorced Edward Reed, who was 38-year-old, but Nathaniel believed that his cousin strongly opposed him for the purpose of having bad intentions towards his little sister.

With the death of Nathaniel's sister last year, these past events were dug out by the tabloid reporters on Fleet Street. When the tabloid reporters on Fleet Street found Patrick, Patrick complained about his cousin out of his years of anger. Then, under the instigation of the tabloids on Fleet Street, Nathaniel, as the director of the naval shipbuilding, was not to be outdone and fought back in the newspaper.

In the end, Patrick was in a good mood, but Nathaniel, the director of the Navy's shipbuilding, was in trouble. The dark history and bloody family dramas of the two major dnc figures were carefully fabricated and interpreted by the Fleet Street tabloids. There was no sensational title and no bloody content to write.

Director Nathaniel, who has become a joke in the upper class in Britain and even the entire European society since last year, finally used some small tricks to kick his younger brother out of the Armstrong shipyard in Newcastle, leaving him unemployed and at home.

Today, Patrick came to Portsmouth. He originally wanted to apply for the position of designer at the Royal Navy Shipyard, but he didn't expect that he would only get a ruthless ridicule in the end. Amid the ridicule of everyone, Patrick finally understood that in the British shipbuilding world and even the entire British society, he had no more of his own place.

When Patrick walked tiredly to Alfred Street, near his temporary residence, Patrick saw a hurry-in-hearted court messenger waiting for him at the door.

The messenger handed him a briefcase without saying a word and turned away. Patrick opened the briefcase and found that in addition to an invitation letter from the German Royal Palace, inviting knowledgeable British people to be private tutors in Germany, there was also a letter from the British royal family and government, which listed the benefits of Patrick's trip to Germany. In short, the implication is that, for the country, government, and your cousin, you should get out of the UK as soon as possible and go to Germany honestly!

Charlottemberg Palace Restaurant, noon.

According to German living habits, lunch is usually a very simple and simple meal, but today's lunch prepared by the queen is not simple at all.

What caught Joey’s eye was a huge food plate, which contained a large amount of boiled or roasted Thuringia sausages; and tomatoes roasted with cheese and ham and black pepper; tender fried pork chops, roasted rib-eye beef and fried potato chips. There were two kinds of pork elbows on the plate next to the food plate, roasted pork elbows with mashed potatoes, and boiled pork elbows with sauerkraut.

Next to a large portion of the aromatic salmon cream soup is a staple dish of Frankfurt green paste with boiled eggs, roasted potatoes, and a small bread sprinkled with sesame and poppy seeds. Alongside the yogurt jar with fresh fruit is a hot cider.

Finally, there was a Black Forest cake with whipped cream, black cherries and chocolate crushed. This Joey's love, the queen, had never forgotten.

Too extravagant... Joey was still thinking that when the queen asked her to take her out of Whitehall, the lunch in front of the old emperor was just a stew made of potatoes, carrots, beans and sausages, as well as a few slices of whole wheat bread. My grandmother, indeed, comes from the Principality of Saxony-Weimmar-Eisenach, the hometown of Tale Coin Bank. If you like food, you really need to have an economic foundation.

"Oh, little Joey, why are you wearing such a bad dress?" Since the queen saw Joey, in addition to her inner happiness, she has watched Joey sigh constantly and complained about Joey's outfit. Joey looked down at her clothes, but still couldn't understand why the queen sighed. Although she was hugged and cried bitterly by the emperor just now, the Prussian military uniform was still as neat as before. Joey was swallowing the roast pork elbow while looking at the queen in confusion.

"Your blue skin is so ugly!"

What the queen said in the end almost made Joey breathe.

"The British clothes you wore before, although your mother's clothes were almost tasted, they were still an outdated fashion clothing after all. But what's the name you are wearing today! How can you wear such stupid and ugly Yankee clothes? There are so many fashionable styles that you don't learn, but you just learn the dressing style of the old guy who never talks to me!" The old queen not only criticized Joey's dressing style violently, but also scolded her husband.

Joey looked at the table full of food, then looked at grandma, who was short-swer. Joey asked carefully, "Grandma, how can I wear clothes to suit your taste?"

"Little Joey, I heard that your mother has arranged a court tutor for you?"

"Yes, grandma."

"Joey, since you are ready to receive court tutoring, then elegant and noble court etiquette is something that every prince must learn."

"Grandma, my mom taught me..."

"What your mother taught you is the British atrocity etiquette, and what grandma said is the French court etiquette. Think about it, after you learn French court etiquette with grandma, you will wear appropriate French court costumes, use beautiful court dance steps to show yourself gracefully, and can also get along with noble princesses from all countries as gentlemen. Alas, after all, in the whole of Europe now, I am the only one who can fully and skillfully master the entire set of French court etiquette except my friend Queen Eugenie."

"Grandma, buying clothes and learning dance requires a lot of money. My parents can't afford it, so let it go." Joey made an excuse and tried to reject the invitation that sounded annoying.

"Since this court tutor was arranged by my grandmother, I will naturally pay the money, and I will prepare your dress long ago." The queen looked at Joey with a smile, without any rejection.

Joey suddenly felt that it was really not a good idea to promise her mother to accept court tutoring. And grandma is worthy of being from Grimm's fairy tale hometown, and Joey felt more and more like Little Red Riding Hood.
Chapter completed!