My British Empire

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After saying the words of reward, Edward turned around and left, returned to his room and started to sleep.

And Guy can only leave Whitehall Palace with mixed feelings and return to his residence.

The next day, in the lively London neighborhood, details of last night began to flow out.

Like people in any capital city, the commoners and citizens of London love to talk politics, especially about the life of His Majesty the King.

Like all pubs, Papa Bath's, in the heart of the borough, is always full of talkative people.

No, before nine o'clock, dozens of people gathered in the bar more than 100 feet away, making the eyes of the bar owner, Papa Bass, squint into a line.

Sitting in the wine cabinet, Papa Bath had a glass of barley wine in front of him. He pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the bragging of a middle-aged man with a loud voice in the center of the crowd.

The reason why I say it is bragging is because Papa Bath is not too familiar with this middle-aged man.

With his brown curly hair and blue eyes common in Anglo-Saxon England, he was notable for his stature.

In this era when common people are generally thin, only nobles, local gentlemen and rich businessmen are entitled to the title of fat.

But this middle-aged man has a plump figure than ordinary people, and he also has a rosacea nose that is typical of alcoholics.

Papa Bath knew that the middle-aged man was called Peter, and he was nicknamed Alcoholic Peter.

Because a relative is a judge of the Star Chamber Court, he was taken care of as a small dock worker leader at the dock. He had nothing to do all day long, and he liked to hang out in his bar.

Let me tell you, I didn't blow it. Last night, I saw with my own eyes a group of people, a large group of people wearing red cloaks.

Peter made exaggerated movements to describe the number of people he saw that night, which can be said to be full of emotion.

You haven't seen it, they have terrible runes on their clothes, and masks made of human bones on their faces! Everyone holds a thick thigh bone in their hands, and they look eerie!

Hearing Peter's description, the audience present took a breath of air.

And Peter also showed a frightened face at the right time, which seemed to highlight the horror of that night even more.

I just followed behind and watched them walk to Mr. Cromwell's mansion step by step, directly killing all the servants who blocked the way and the servants passing by on the way, and killed all the way to Mr. Cromwell's room. Captured Cromwell and his son!

After they left, the whole mansion was filled with blood. Seeing this, I ran home in a hurry, sober!

Peter patted his chest, and said in a fluke tone, which involuntarily increased everyone's trust in him.

Okay, for the sake of this glass of wine, I will say that much, if you want to know more, unless you have another glass!

Seeing the convinced expressions of the group of people around him, Peter directly drank the large glass of barley wine in front of him, shook his head and said.

Cut— You're almost drunk, you're still drinking!......

When the audience heard that Peter still wanted to drink after the end, they all dispersed and went to drink.

Peter touched his big wine-red nose, shook his head helplessly, then walked to the counter, looked at Papa Bass with a teasing expression, and said loudly:

Father, bring me another glass of wine to calm me down!

Hey! Peter, you were very brave last night!

Papa Bath filled the empty glass in front of him, his tone full of ridicule.

Hey! It's just to tease these bumpkins, let's get a glass of wine by the way!

Peter drank a third of a glass of wine in one breath, belched, and said indifferently.

However, I do know who those people who showed their power last night were?

Oh! These have aroused my interest, let's talk about it!

Peter's mysterious appearance successfully aroused Papa Bath's interest, and he couldn't help asking.

Peter didn't speak, but just silently looked at the wine glass in front of him.

Papa Bath smiled, picked up the small wine barrel and filled his glass directly.

Very good! According to my relative, last night, Darkblade sent a group of prisoners, and they were held in the Star Chamber Court.

Peter nodded in satisfaction, then took another sip.

It seems that this organization called 'Dark Blade' is very powerful! Papa Bass sighed.

That's right, killing people without blinking an eye! Peter responded casually.

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At this time, His Majesty Edward, who had slept very late last night, finally woke up.

Under the service of Lucy, Edward dressed, washed, and appeared in the mirror in high spirits.

Lucy, has anyone asked to see me? Edward asked while admiring himself in the mirror.

Your Majesty, early in the morning, Archbishop Thomas has come to see you!

However, I let him rest and wait in the living room on the grounds that you are still resting!

Lucy heard Edward's question and replied with a hint of playfulness.

Okay! Take me to see him. Edward said casually without thinking.

You haven't eaten yet! Why don't you go and have dinner first before meeting him!

Okay, I'll go eat first, and then let it cool down, my dear Bishop!

Edward rolled his eyes when he heard Lucy's persuasion, and then chose to eat again.

In the living room, the elderly Bishop Thomas was fidgeting. Since hearing what happened last night, he has been in a bad mood.

He didn't expect that the little king would be so resolute, and within a few days of taking office, he won the seven most influential MPs in London.

What's even more intriguing is that although there is no direct evidence to prove that the Earl of Warwick was scared away by the little king, it is true that the Dark Blade rushed to the Earl's Mansion afterwards.

This incident made him feel a little terrified. He inexplicably thought of Henry VIII, the king who killed the queen and his courtiers at will, and his strong personality caused headaches.

Having stayed here for a while, the bishop has been thinking about how to persuade the little king to cancel the hunt for the Earl of Warwick.

Especially now that he has fled, the tacit understanding among the nobles cannot be interrupted, nor can England lose face.

As the thinking continued and time passed, the bishop's face became more and more ugly.

At this moment, His Majesty the King, who had had a full meal, finally came to the living room and met Archbishop Thomas who had been waiting for a long time.

Good day, my lord!

Good day, my lord bishop!

After greeting each other, the two sat on chairs facing each other.

After a moment of silence, Bishop Thomas took the lead to break the atmosphere.

My lord, the Earl of Warwick left London unexpectedly last night, you know that!

Yes, I just got the news, I'm also very curious about this!

Edward took the words smoothly, showing a puzzled expression very cooperatively.

I don't know why, but this is really intriguing!

Bishop Thomas twitched the corners of his mouth for Edward who was acting stupid in front of him.

Your Majesty, the Earl of Warwick has worked tirelessly for the royal family, and he deserves a lot!

Yes, my lord bishop, I thought of the Duke of Somerset. He also worked hard for the royal family, but he was attacked by a group of pirates. Fortunately, nothing happened!

But yesterday it was him, tomorrow it may be you and me. For our safety, don't you think the Home Rule Council in London should be abolished?

Edward did not take the bishop's words, and got involved with the London Self-Government Committee.

Hearing Edward's words, Bishop Thomas knew that this was Edward's condition. If he did not agree to this request, the Earl of Warwick would probably be wanted in the next moment.

Yes, you are quite right. The London Self-Government Committee should indeed be abolished. The management of London by a group of businessmen is terrible!

Bishop Thomas readily agreed to this request. As a believer in God, he looked down on businessmen from the bottom of his heart.

Even if they donate a large sum of pounds to the Church of England every year.

Edward was not surprised by Bishop Thomas's straightforward agreement, and everyone felt no psychological burden of betraying other people's interests.

Also, haven't you noticed? Is the efficiency of the Regency Council very low? Besides, this is not in line with England's tradition!

Edward did not easily agree to Bishop Thomas to forgive the Earl of Warwick, nor did he refuse, but said a word silently.

When Bishop Thomas heard these words, his heart was churning, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He didn't expect that the little king in front of him had such a big appetite, and he wanted to remove the obstacles to power all at once.

And in this way, there will be no checks and balances on the king's rights, and he will become like Henry VIII, unscrupulous, and even he will be terrified.

However, if you don't agree, sooner or later the little king will take power himself in a few years, and the attitude towards his religious reform will become a problem.

Seeing Bishop Thomas who was silent for a while, Edward didn't know what struggle he was going to have, so Edward just waited silently.

Ten minutes later, Bishop Thomas' eyes began to converge again, and his spirit became a little decadent.

Sighing, the bishop said helplessly: Of course, the establishment of the Regency Council is against the traditions of England. It is to assist you in ruling England!

At present, I believe that your ability is already capable of governing England, and the Regency Council can be abolished!

After saying these words, it seemed that Archbishop Thomas had exhausted his strength, and his face was full of exhaustion.

Hearing what Bishop Thomas said, Edward smiled with satisfaction.

Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with the Earl of Warwick, it's just that a businessman has falsely accused him. I have ordered Dark Blade to investigate, and I will definitely return the Earl's innocence!

Edward promised with righteous words.