My British Empire

"I know, sir!" The middle-aged businessman said indifferently, without any sincerity, and seemed to be perfunctory, but Sir Robert did not emphasize it any more when he saw this.

"As for those weapons, we bought them!" Sir Robert looked straight at them, with some indescribable meaning in his eyes, and said word by word.

"Thank you for the weapon you brought, please accept my thanks!"

Sir Robert bowed slightly and gave a knightly salute, the whole picture looked elegant and relaxed.

"We have always admired your righteous behavior, and hope you can make it through. This is our greatest hope!"

The middle-aged man also bowed politely, with a smile on his face and a sincere and enthusiastic tone.

"Of course, if you can inflict severe damage on this tyrant and force them to agree to your terms, that would be the best thing!"

With a smile on the corner of the middle-aged businessman's mouth, he said something intentionally or unintentionally, but then he closed his mouth, saluted, and left quietly.

When Sir Robert heard these words, his heart froze for a moment, and his original suspicion was infinitely magnified. This businessman is definitely not from England, either from France or from Spain. At present, it seems that the French are the most likely.

However, for now, getting through the difficulties is the most important thing, let's talk about the rest!

Sir Robert exhaled lightly and held his forehead. He felt so tired now, and his energy was getting weaker and weaker!

At this time, His Majesty the King of London also received the news from Oxford, and he couldn't help laughing when he heard that the people in Oxford were panicking.

"Jack did a good job, very good, hahaha!"

In front of the busty secretary Emma, ​​Edward read the letter from Oxford and laughed happily.

And Emma was so happy to see His Majesty the King, she obediently stood aside and looked at His Majesty quietly, her eyes blurred.

"Emma, ​​you don't know that this boy Jack directly won more than 20 country gentry, and the evidence is solid. This time, I am afraid that most of the land in Oxfordshire will belong to the royal family. This is the most important thing I have received today." One thing to be happy about!"

The news of Marquess William's failure came in the morning. This guy, who couldn't support the wall with mud, rushed forward underestimated the enemy, and lost all the militiamen in Northamptonshire. More importantly, he ignored his own words.

This annoyed the always conceited His Majesty the King. If it wasn't for the face of the former Queen Catherine, he would have already directly waived his title.

But now, Edward could only yell at him, emphasizing the order to besiege but not attack again, giving him a chance to make meritorious deeds.

This is also a helpless move, and the situation that no one can use is once again placed in front of Edward.

At present, the Marquis William can only continue to be appointed. In the entire East England, only the Marquis William, who was once the Minister of the Regency Council, is qualified to command the militia in several counties.

This aggrieved emotion was finally released after the letter from Oxford City.

"It is a delightful thing, my lord!"

Emma narrowed her eyes, cast her gentle eyes on Edward, and quickly echoed softly.

"Okay, let's go out for a walk with me!" Edward stood up, moved his stiff arms and neck, and said to the obedient Emma.

"Is this true? My God, I've had enough of being here, Your Majesty! Where shall we go this time?"

Emma's face brightened instantly, she stretched her delicate snow-white neck, and playfully embraced Edward's arm in her arms.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but her soft and somewhat hard bulk made Edward's arm completely sink, as if trapped in endless mud, unable to pull it out.

In other words, he didn't want to take it out, and said with a hint of enjoyment: "Go to the theater! I think "Henry VII" has been fully interpreted! Just let's go and enjoy it, this is my grandfather s story!"

Edward's right hand naturally wrapped around the girl's plump and tight waist. Even though his height was only as high as the girl's vivid eyes, he did not delay his actions at all.

"Your Majesty—" the girl was a little at a loss by His Majesty's sudden move, she turned her head to look at the domineering young king, with surprise flashing in her eyes and a nasal voice, she said tenderly.

"Come on, I think it's going to be an enjoyable drama, sure!"

With a smile in his eyes, Edward met the girl's shy eyes and said meaningfully.

Soon, the two brought a few guards to the Rose Theater without others knowing, sat in the VIP seat, sat on the leather padded seat with the girl, and enjoyed the performance with relish.

It's a pity that the girl didn't seem to be used to it, she seemed unwell, and the sound of vomiting could be heard from time to time, which made the guards outside the door very curious.

While His Majesty the King was enjoying leisurely, a trial began in Oxford City.

Judge: Judge of Star Chamber Court

Place of trial: County Court

Plaintiff: Jack, Director of Special Operations, Star Chamber Court

Defendants: The four major families including Parker Matthew, Brill John, and other country gentry and patriarchs, a total of 26 people

Jury: Twenty-three impromptu

The jury, also known as the temporary civil jury, originated in the Roman period. In Henry II, that is, in the twelfth century, the jury system was formally stipulated in the name of law, and it was generally accepted by the people.

Of course, this is also the result of the British king's struggle for power with the nobles and the church, using public opinion to deal with theocracy.

His Excellency, who has not yet formed the tradition of wearing a wig, has a bald head, a big eagle nose that looks red, and is sitting on the trial bench with a shiny face, which looks very funny.

But everyone present didn't seem to be joking at all. As one of the most prominent judges in the Star Court, Sir Marlowe Christopher had a great reputation in England.

In England's high society, he has always been known for being harsh and meticulous. Some people even say that he is the incarnation of Satan from hell.

He imposed extremely severe sentences on every case he handled. Someone calculated that the probability of being sentenced to death by him was more than 30%. He was well-known in England, and his fear was even greater than that of the king.

First, the plaintiff's lawyer stood up, stated his point of view, and laid out the evidence one by one, showing it in front of the judge and jury, and explaining it carefully.

The defendant also hired a lawyer to refute the plaintiff's allegations one by one, although the evidence seemed extremely pale.

But this is the procedure that should exist. Even if the evidence of the crime is convincing, it is necessary to hire a lawyer for the plaintiff and argue.

Then the plaintiff's lawyer refuted the loopholes in the defendant's lawyer's statement, but his tone was flat, as if he was being drafted.