My British Empire

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In this way, our Majesty the King accepted the surrender of the Church of Scotland with a smile on his face, smiling like a child, brilliantly.

That night, our Majesty the King held a grand banquet.

This banquet was set up in his own camp, which was safe and gorgeous, and the spacious main tent looked extraordinarily gorgeous.

"Campbell, what do you think we should do?"

Pointing to the unique invitation card on the table, the young Earl Lannox stared at Earl Argyle with gray-blue eyes and asked.

The Earl of Argyle's name is Archibald Campbell. Generally speaking, only close people can be called by the first name, and ordinary friends are called by the last name.

"Hehe! Lannox, don't be angry, take a sip of tea, this was given to me by the king of England. I heard that in England, a pound of tea costs hundreds of pounds!"

The Earl of Argyle, who was five or six years older than the Earl of Lennox, looked at him very calmly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said in a relaxed tone.

While talking in his mouth, he continued to soak in hot water step by step according to the more and more movements, and suddenly, a faint tea fragrance overflowed.

Earl Argyle sniffed his nose, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

Earl Lannox, who was on the side, turned his eyes to him, and glanced at the cup soaked with leaves, His Excellency the Earl immediately felt sick, what good is the leaf to drink.

"Campbell, it's not that I'm grumpy, but this Edward is too much."

Upon hearing Earl Argyle's words, Earl Lannox approached him. After speaking, he picked up a cup of tea on the table with his right hand, and carefully observed the porcelain cup with blue stripes on the surface, without taking his eyes off it. .

"Hey—" Earl Argyle reminded him softly, and after he finally turned his gaze away, Earl Argyle said with a smug tone:

"My father bought these teacups from the group of Venetian merchants. I heard that it took at least three hundred gold coins to snatch them from a group of nobles. They are very precious!"

The short beard on Earl Argyle's lips trembled slightly, squinting his eyes, and said in a trembling voice.

It seemed that he cherished this opportunity to show his family's historical origin, and he felt much better.

"Please, this is not the time to show off your family background!"

Earl Lannox showed admiration and exaggerated expressions on his face at the right time, which made Earl Argyle feel more comfortable.

But his inner voice was quite different.

"My lord earl, I can't learn your leisurely mood. The duck flew away. As the commander of the army, don't you know our situation?"

Earl Lannox was young and energetic, and there was a hint of scolding in his words, and the loud voice made the guards tremble a little.

I saw him blushing, with wide eyes, staring closely at Earl Argyle, eyes full of anger.

Of course Earl Argyle knew that although it was Earl Lannox who was complaining alone at the moment, there were other nobles, big and small, behind him.

As the leader of the coalition of nobles and the candidate for regent after Earl Allen, these responsibilities rest on him.

"Count, I know you are very angry, but for now, there is nothing we can do about that young king!"

Earl Argyle took a sip of hot tea leisurely, with a helpless look on his face, and directly choked Earl Lannox.

"Didn't I know that after those scoundrels from the church surrendered to that Edward, the gold coins in our mouths would fly?"

Earl Argyle immediately became serious, put down the teacup in his hand, and explained.

"Now, the original army of more than 20,000 people has killed more than 5,000 people in the battle with the church a while ago, and the number of casualties this time has also reached 3,000!"

"In other words, we only have 12,000 people, but how many people does that Edward have?"

"If you add the group of defeated generals, it's about fifteen thousand!"

Earl Lannox thought for a moment before blurting out the words.

"That's it. His strength can already crush us. Now, instead of worrying about how to recover the loss, let's think about how to reduce the loss in the next time!"

Finally, Earl Argyle sighed and said sadly.

Hearing this, Earl Lannox certainly knew what was going on.

The union of the previous period has ended, and now it is time for conflicts between them and the English.

Former teammate England, after this war, their strength has not decreased but increased, but their strength has been greatly damaged.

In this way, the original partners turned into hungry wolves, and began to prepare to devour their flesh when they were injured.

"Okay, let's prepare. Tonight's banquet, I think, is not that simple!"

After wasting his saliva for a while, Earl Argyle sighed slightly when he saw Earl Lannox's sudden realization, patted his shoulder, and began to sip tea on his own.

Looking at the somewhat disappointed Earl Argyle, Earl Lannox gave him a meaningful look before walking out.

In the evening, all the soldiers in the camp of the English Army stared intently at all the people who came in and out, not letting go of any suspicious people.

Although the banquet was reported in the main account, the soldiers in England could not rest for a while. Instead, they were required to strictly observe military discipline and not relax.

Therefore, Earl Lannox was wearing gorgeous noble clothes and came to the camp in a carriage. This is what he saw.

The soldiers raised their heads and opened their eyes wide, as if they wanted to see through people, giving people an inexplicable sense of uneasiness.

Ignoring the low-level nobles who wanted to strike up a conversation with him, Earl Lannox walked towards the brightly lit main tent on his own.

The banquet is the same as usual, the tables are arranged randomly, and the seats are not marked, basically just sitting at will.

However, in this world, there are still so-called default rules. As one of the few great nobles in Scotland, who controls the great nobles of Scotland, his position has always been at the top, next to the young king.

In other words, they were at the same long table with the young king.

On the way to their own seats, the nobles who were invited saluted intermittently to His Excellency the Earl. His Excellency the Earl was exhausted and his facial muscles were a little stiff.

His Excellency the Earl naturally sat beside Earl Argyle, and then glanced casually around.

Immediately, a thin old man with gray hair and beard and wearing a gray robe sat there peacefully, narrowing his eyes, as if he didn't care about the surrounding situation.

Sorry, I broke my promise again. It’s Calvin today. The map of Scotland is coming to an end. I’m thinking about how to end it. Anyway, these two updates will definitely be sent out.