My British Empire

ps: There is only one chapter when a loved one dies.

Glasgow is the most prosperous city in Scotland. According to medieval practice, Glasgow is also an autonomous city. Except for paying taxes to the king on time every year, everything is managed by the self-governing committee.

As the mayor elected by the self-governing committee, Acheson is extremely satisfied with the current situation.

His family is not only one of the few merchant families in Glasgow, with thousands of acres of pastures under their control, but also a number of political forces in the self-governing committee.

Sitting on a mahogany chair made in England, drinking wine imported from France, using olive oil extracted from Italy, eating golden roasted leg of lamb, and yellow soft bread smeared with honey.

The plump figure on the side, with two large white and juicy fruits hanging on it, but the nimble young maid used her tender hands to cut the leg of lamb into pieces with a knife, and then sent them to the respected mayor.

Acheson took the delivered mutton and let it come into intimate contact with the spices on the plate.

When it turned red, Acheson put the mutton into his mouth with satisfaction.

In this way, Acheson enjoyed his breakfast with a full face, touching the plump maid's big buttocks from time to time, it was a really happy day.

Acheson couldn't help thinking about it, when suddenly an official of the city government whom he trusted asked to see him.

As a mayor, he hated working at home the most, but he had no choice but to be his right-hand assistant in the city government, and he couldn't see him when everyone was here.

"Clean these up, Minger! (Dung)" cursed angrily, and Acheson stretched his brows, maintaining his composure.

Afterwards, when he walked into the living room, he saw a thinner figure with a smile on his lips, and walked over slowly.

"Oh! Clyde, my loyal assistant, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

As soon as Acheson's voice sounded, that thin back quickly turned around, a middle-aged man with a pale face and bloodshot eyes looked at Acheson, his lips were murmuring something.

After seeing Acheson, Clyde seemed to see the support, and quickly walked over, no, he ran over, and said in a panic: "Your Excellency, the big thing is not good, highlanders, highlanders come here Already!"

Acheson looked at the abnormal assistant a little strangely.

"What did you say, say it again! You're not joking, it's not funny at all." When the assistant mentioned the highlanders attacking Glasgow, Acheson's face was full of disbelief, his lips trembling, and his hands shaking The assistant asked in a panic.

"Ahem! Mayor, according to reliable information, three groups of highland barbarians attacked the border village yesterday, and according to some merchants, most tribes in the highlands are restless, and there is a possibility of collective action!"

Clyde felt a little uncomfortable being shaken by his shoulders, but he still told the news he knew in detail when asked by his immediate superior.

After hearing Clyde's words, Acheson was 90% sure that it was true, but all of this was still so unbelievable.

You know, Glasgow hasn't been invaded by Highlanders for nearly thirty years.

"Hurry up to notify the members of the self-government committee to hold a meeting. It is a catastrophe for our city of Glasgow!"

Mayor Acheson was a little lost. After a while, he immediately reacted and ordered.

"Yes, Your Excellency!" Clyde bent down, expressing his understanding.

A meeting of the Glasgow City Council followed.

"Everyone, the Highlanders are less than twenty miles away from Glasgow. I think we have to make a quick decision."

Mr. Kenyon, the chairman of the self-government committee, said to a member of the House of Representatives with a serious face, and said in a deep voice, his cloudy and sharp eyes swept over the members sitting, and then he sat down slowly.

Kenyon has been the chairman of the self-government committee for more than 20 years. He has a lot of authority in the whole self-government committee, and his power is much stronger than that of Acheson, the nominal mayor.

He clearly told the members of the committee who opposed him that this is not the time to fight for power.

"Gentlemen, according to the survey, the Highlanders may be engaged in large-scale activities this time. The tribes that have been discovered so far include Campbell, Grant, Fisher, Cameron and other tribes!"

"As for the Macdonald, the largest tribe in the highlands, they are still missing, but we believe that they are still coming back, and they are just on the way now!"

After the presentation, Acheson sat down with the tactful, and now is the time for other congressmen to express their opinions!

"In this way, this time must be the biggest turmoil among the highlanders in 30 years. We must be ready to welcome those nobles who have fled! In this way, the price of bread may increase again!"

The navigator, another representative of the political forces in the committee, Keith, is a well-known merchant marine leader in Glasgow. He likes sailing the most, and hates the nobles the most. He thinks most nobles are trash. , useless.

As soon as this sentence fell, there was a burst of laughter in the meeting. The members were very happy to see the nobles deflated.

"Yes, I will definitely arrange it!" Acheson said as he sat there.

"Everyone, we need to know one thing. The Highlanders are a bunch of savages and lunatics. Although Glasgow's city walls are relatively strong, they are still far behind Edinburgh. To be safe, let's ask Edinburgh for help!"

A middle-aged man who looked thinner said something slowly, and then closed his mouth.

Acheson glanced at him and knew that he was a good guy in the committee, and he was also a well-rounded person, who looked sick all day long and looked like he would not live long.

But even if he was hanging like that, after ten years, he still looked like he was about to die, and the others got used to it.

"Yes! Although we have a self-defense army of nearly 2,000 people, it is still difficult to fight those highland barbarians! Even if it is to defend the city!"

"Yes! To be on the safe side, let's go to Edinburgh for help!"...

Immediately, members of Congress spoke one sentence at a time, and the general meaning was to ask Edinburgh for help.

"Okay, since everyone thinks so, let's ask Edinburgh for help!"

Kenyon thumped the table to explain.

"Mr. Acheson, the city government has sent someone to bring the taxes for the first half of the year to see Edward VI, who is already the king of Scotland!"

"I think he, who is already the co-lord of Scotland and England, should send troops over!"

Kenyon said to Acheson earnestly, his tone unquestionable.

"Yes, sir, I will obey the committee and send to Edinburgh!"

Acheson bent slightly, and replied somewhat respectfully.

There is only one chapter today. My uncle passed away at the age of eighty-two. Summer, the weather is threatening! Some busy work at night!

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