My British Empire

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"Your Majesty—" the old and skinny Prime Minister bowed to Charles V reclining on a luxurious seat and asked with a stiff body.

"En!" Charles I opened his eyelids, and made a sound to the palace minister beside him, which was a little bit of face for him.

The ambitious King Charles V of Spain no longer had the ambition of his youth, King Henry VIII of England, King Francois I of France, these romantic figures who once competed with him for the hegemony of Europa, have already passed away at this time , leaving him alone and lonely.

As he was old, he could not have the same ambition as before, trying to conquer the whole of Europa and re-establish the Holy Roman Empire that belonged exclusively to the Habsburg family.

In his old age, he put away his sharp minions, as if he had changed from a fierce tiger fighting for the hegemony of Europa to a docile old cat living at home, harmless.

However, the old palace minister knew that the old king's control over Spain had always been tight inside and loose outside. Any noble who dared to offend his majesty would never exist the next day.

Even the pope of Rome, Julius III, is in his hands, and his every move depends on his eyes.

Therefore, Mr. Gong Chancellor seemed to have not seen Charles V's immodest behavior that did not conform to noble etiquette, or in other words, he was used to it.

"Your Majesty, why did you reject England's proposal regarding Porto Francisco?"

"Hehe! The English savages wouldn't be so kind!"

Seeing his palace minister talking about the English, Charles V turned around and changed to a more comfortable movement.

He shook his head and said dismissively. Obviously, he has always held an attitude of contempt for the English.

The attitude of Charles V basically represents most of the attitudes of Western Europeans. The English have always been branded with traces of barbarism, and contempt and contempt are the mainstream.

And the English despise the Scots, ring after ring, which is inherent in human badness.

"The English are the most untrustworthy, they are only a little better than the French!"

As he said that, he couldn't help thinking of his lifelong opponent, King Francois I of France, a shameless person who had deceived himself several times. Thinking about it now, he was still a little angry.

"But, this is the second largest port of the French! If it is lost, France's power will be reduced by at least one layer."

Hearing the words, the palace minister lowered his head and was no longer ready to argue. Just as he was about to propose to leave, at this moment, an excited young man spoke from the side.

"Philip, why are you so abrupt!" Hearing this voice, Charles V turned his head to see that his heir, Prince Philip, was walking in, and the guards outside the door looked helpless.

"Father, Your Majesty!" Prince Philip bowed to Charles V and the old Prime Minister, then lowered his head slightly, and said to his father, "Father, this is a good opportunity!"

"Even if it is a piece of cheese with hidden traps, but with the strength of our Spanish phalanx, we can eat it without any scruples, not afraid of any traps!"

Prince Philip explained softly, the confidence on his face was revealed without any scruples, and an aura of contempt spewed out, full of aura.

For his ambitious son, Charles V was extremely satisfied, especially this attitude of contempt for all living beings, which was very similar to when he was young.

But war is not a child's play, especially this war involving France, even with Spain's huge physique, it is a bit overwhelming.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but want to use this incident to beat the young heir.

"Philip, you must know that if we swallow this tempting fruit, what awaits us is not a trap, but a mad lion!"

With the help of his maid, Charles V sat up straight, facing his son, and said solemnly.

"So, when we're exhausted from fighting that mad lion, who will profit the most?"

Prince Philip listened carefully to his father's church, with a hint of thought and doubt in his eyes.

"England?" Prince Philip said uncertainly.

"Yes, that's right, my son!" What Philip did not expect was that what he guessed and was uncertain turned out to be true.

Charles V nodded, telling him the truth without a doubt.

"The English are a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity. When we and the French are exhausted, it will bite us hard!"

"This is indisputable, so, wisely, keep your distance from France!"

As he spoke, Charles V sighed with a hint of fatigue.

"Besides, the fat piece of Portugal is still on the sidelines, the French are not in a hurry!"

Philip and Gong glanced at each other, and they both sighed softly. His Majesty the King said that there is no hurry, so how dare the two of them go against it?

Portugal can eat this piece of fat at any time, but the opportunity to take a bite towards France is very rare.

Seeing Charles V with a tired face, the two left the room consciously.

At this time, the distraught King Henry II of France received the nobleman from England——Baron James—in his main tent.

"Good day, Your Majesty the King of France!"

Major James, wearing a dignified aristocratic uniform, gave a knightly salute to Henry II who had a bad face.

"Dear Mr. Baron, are you here to deliver the instrument of surrender?"

As soon as Henry II's words came out, there was a burst of laughter in the tent, which was particularly harsh to Major James' ears.

"Your Majesty, on the contrary, I'm here to deliver the letter of persuasion!"

Major James did not show the angry expression that Henry II and others expected, but looked very indifferent.

"Bold!" "Presumptuous" "Extremely rude!"...

A group of ministers showed angry looks one after another, and they couldn't wait to reprimand, all kinds of remarks flew together.

"Ahem! Be quiet—" the old Duke of Guise looked at Major James with blazing eyes, and then yelled loudly.

"Mr. Baron, tell me why you are here! We don't have that much patience to spend with you!"

Faced with the scolding of the king's important minister, the Duke of Guise, all the nobles were silent one after another, but showed a calm look and didn't care.

As for what is in our minds, we don't know.

"Since His Excellency the Duke said so, then I will say it straight!"

Major James glanced at the mighty Duke of Guise, then bowed to Henry II and said in detail.