My British Empire

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"What's the reason, why are we forced to salute?"

"Unreasonable, extremely unreasonable!"

"I think, this is a wrong decision!"

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The chiefs of the hundred districts who were all smiling before changed their colors one after another.

One by one shook their heads, whispered to each other, and muttered non-stop, their dissatisfaction was palpable.

Sir Fisher still expected the dissatisfaction in the air. After all, he couldn't bear it and felt dissatisfaction when it was placed on him.

However, there is no reason to accept one part of it and ignore the other part, it simply ignores the royal family and the central government!

Although Fisher still had some contempt and indifference towards His Majesty the King and the central government, the Marquess of William, who was not far away, was still stationed in Norwich City, and scattered cavalry could wander around Cambridgeshire from time to time.

This made him feel the majesty of the royal family again for the first time after more than ten years.

Moreover, this rule has greatly improved his prestige.

In the past, everyone had the same status in South Cambridge, but after a bill came out, his status would be higher than that of all the district chiefs.

Regarding this, Fisher straightened his face and said seriously: "This is what His Majesty the King meant. Are you dissatisfied?"

A voice of scolding came from the heads of the hundred districts, and they immediately straightened their bodies, put on a humble look on their faces, and said that they didn't dare.

But Sir Fisher couldn't see that this was just perfunctory, and he also knew that at present, his rights were not enough to make this group of district chiefs who were parallel in the past submit.

Therefore, Sir Fisher glanced at the many district chiefs below, and only took their secret expressions into his eyes, and then continued slowly: "Everyone, I would like to remind everyone that if you do not accept the following conditions , then His Majesty the King will not honor the other conditions!"

"There is nothing perfect in this world. Even Adam and Eve can't help but eat the forbidden fruit. You should seriously think about it when you go back!"

After finishing speaking, Sir Fisher moved his steps calmly, left the high platform, and walked slowly to the backstage.

After seeing Sir Fisher leave, the hundreds of district chiefs below began to discuss, like boiling water, tumbling non-stop.

More than a dozen people left in twos and threes, and the low-pitched discussions dispersed immediately.

As for Horner, known as "Bold", his rough voice was loud and powerful to the ears of everyone who gradually dispersed.

"I see, His Majesty the King has done a good thing this time, which made my pocket a lot more comfortable. He just asked us to bow down and salute. This is a big stupid move!"

Horner walked swaggeringly, opened his big mouth full of beards, and spoke without any scruples. While speaking loudly, he waved his hands and feet together, with a reckless look on his face.

Just looking at his wandering eyes and looking around, no matter how you look at it, you don't look like this kind of heartless person.

The two district chiefs who were walking with him at the side looked at his honest and cunning appearance, not knowing what he was thinking, so they simply pretended to agree and listened carefully.

Nod from time to time, squint your eyes, and acknowledge what he's saying.

How could anyone else be fooled? After getting along for decades, we know each other pretty well, and we can't fool anyone.

But Horner still performed it, just to maintain his honest, heartless, and unscrupulous appearance, and use it to disgust people.

Yes, that's right, he was disgusted by Sir Fisher's affectation, so he took this good opportunity to make this annoying Sir sick, so his voice became louder .

"I don't know of any other place, but at South Cambridge, I don't see anyone above us, gentlemen, it's no joke, it's a fact, an accepted fact!"

Horner turned his head, his voice was powerful, decisive, direct and straightforward.

"Yes!" "Not bad!"...

The people who hadn't gone far, after hearing the words, seemed to be watching a big drama, and they responded one after another, talking with each other with great enthusiasm.

What Sir John relies on to maintain his prestige is just the title of knighthood and age, and the honorary title of knighthood can only overwhelm them, and these are not enough to surpass them.

Horner smiled softly inwardly at this kind of booing, which was exactly the effect he wanted.

As long as Sir Fisher loses his prestige and even face in front of everyone, after a while, he can operate in the county. Coupled with his good popularity in South Cambridge, there are nine out of ten, this is called The district chief of Qianhu is in his hands.

Then you people will take the initiative to see me bend over and salute, this kind of feeling is pleasant.

Horner spread his hands politely with a smile, moved his lips, glanced at Sir Fisher's position, and waited until everyone's faces were filled with expressions of approval before continuing:

"Our life will become more and more difficult in the future! Let's go! Go home!"

With that said, Horner also knew that he couldn't continue to stimulate, Sir Fisher could eat enough today, and it was time to end.

After speaking, Horner turned around, with a leisurely look, and glanced sideways at Sir Fisher's position, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and walked away with ease, slowly disappearing from everyone's eyes.

Seeing this, everyone who joined in the fun also looked back one after another, turned and left.

But everyone didn't notice, or ignored, Sir Fisher's thin figure was not far away from them, and such words could be heard clearly.

Although he was inside the house, Sir Fisher's ears were not deaf, so the bold Horner's mocking words flowed into his ears verbatim.

Sir Fisher was less magnanimous than he had imagined.

He quietly left the eavesdropping position, walked slowly to his study, and started his revenge.

Sitting on the carved seat, Sir Fisher gritted his teeth and held the slender quill pen tightly. The marks on the white paper were quite deep, as if carved by a knife.

"Honorable Governor,

In my opinion, the Mayor Horner of South Cambridge has a strong practical ability and is kind to others... (omit hundreds of words)"

"Based on the above, I think that the Mayor of Horner of South Cambridge is the talent you are looking for and the one I must recommend. I believe that in the county, he will do a good job for His Majesty the King and for Cambridge. Serving the county, this is what I firmly believe in!"

Picking up the valuable white letter in his hand, Sir Fisher couldn't help sneering: I can't blame me, Horner, you asked for it yourself.

Go to the county, work hard!