My British Empire

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Seeing his peaceful appearance and his position, Earl Lannox's brain spun rapidly, finally knowing his identity.

"Malanca Blanche—" Earl Lannox murmured subconsciously, his gray-blue eyes dilated slightly.

"What? Are you talking about him?" Earl Argyle who was sitting at the side gave him a strange look, and then followed his gaze before asking.

"I think Malanca Blanche is the leader of the surrender of the church! No wonder you are surprised!"

Earl Argyle glanced at Blanche calmly, and then spoke to Earl Lannox very calmly, seeing that there was no anger.

"Don't look any further, this old man must have been bribed, the king of England has a good trick!"

After Earl Argyle approached Earl Lannox a little distance away, he sighed in his ear.

"However, right now, the most important thing is to concentrate and hold your breath. I think this young king will definitely make a move. We must be prepared!"

After speaking, Earl Argyle's face was full of smiles again, looking extremely elegant.

In the following time, the two of them did not continue talking. Instead, they got up from time to time to wave and talk with those nobles who were close to each other. Communication was inevitable.

After the nobles and priests arrived one after another, the soldiers of five big and three rough took the dishes with concentration and held their breath, and began to serve one after another.

Of course, in the barracks, the conditions are still a bit rough.

However, a large-scale market has also been established on the left side of the army. There are hundreds of merchants accompanying the army, and there are still some basic materials.

Spices are too expensive, and Edward is reluctant to part with them. Moreover, the merchants don't have so many reserves to supply. There are no spices in this banquet, which makes these nobles who have enjoyed it regrettable.

However, there are still barbecues and steamed fruits, together with some soft bread and alcoholic drinks, it is enough to entertain these bitter Scottish nobles.

For the nobles, the biggest disadvantage is that the beautiful and lovely ladies come to participate. For the nobles, the attractiveness of the banquet without the ladies is greatly reduced.

So, at the last moment when Edward came in, he found that the bishops of the church were full of energy, with expectations on their faces.

As for the nobles with the largest number, their disappointment was palpable, and they couldn't lift their spirits.

"By the grace of God, His Majesty Edward VI, King of England, France, Ireland, and Scotland, Defender of the Faith, God's Vicar on Earth, Head of the Church of England and Ireland, to—"

The guard walked in first, then looked at the nobles and bishops with piercing eyes, and shouted loudly.

"His Majesty--"

No matter the nobles or the bishops, they bowed and saluted one by one, restrained the expressions on their faces, and showed reverent expressions one after another, all of them were acting school.

"Everyone, please sit down!" Edward looked around among the nobles, especially the Earls of Argyle and Lannox, as well as Bishop David Beaton. The eyes of these three stayed the longest.

Walking slowly to his place, sat down gently and gracefully, with a smile on his face, nodded, and said.

The nobles and the bishop thanked in unison, and finally, the banquet began.

Foie gras, venison leg, roasted chicken, roasted lamb, roasted pear, boiled apple, plus crispy bread with honey, these foods were placed in front of Edward's eyes, which greatly reduced the appetite of the king.

He has been tired of eating these things for a while now, and now his appetite is greatly reduced when he sees them, and now he only wants to eat vegetables in his mind.

But he still had to pretend to be happy and chatted with the nobles present.

"Mr. Earl, you should know this Bishop Blanche!"

In Europe during this period, the so-called eating was the same as our usual way of chatting, and there was no quiet situation during eating like in the future.

Therefore, Edward didn't have to worry about being impolite, he opened his lips and introduced Bishop Blanche with white hair and beard with a smile.

"Of course, Your Majesty!" Earl Argyle raised his beard and said lightly, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Bishop Blanche is a well-known figure in Scotland. His Majesty the Pope personally received him, and even called him the most devout believer in the Scottish church. How could I have never seen him!"

The two of them talked about Bishop Blanche, and at the same time, His Excellency the Bishop opened his eyes and looked here.

"Since that's the case, then I don't need to say more!"

Edward turned his head, looked at Bishop Blanche, looked at his gray hair and age spots on his face, and said kindly:

"This time, thanks to Your Excellency the Bishop, otherwise how long would it take for this war to end!"

"Seeing this, I would like to thank him for his contribution to the peace of Scotland. On behalf of all the people of Scotland, I would like to toast him!"

With that said, Edward stood up, held up a glass of wine, looked around, looked happy, and finally said to Bishop Blanche.

Bishop Blanche didn't expect him to do this again, and was stunned for a moment. Not only him, but several senior nobles beside him also stared at the wine glass in his hand, as if time stopped at this moment.

"How shameless!" Many people cursed in unison, but there was still a smile on their faces.

In the blink of an eye, His Majesty the King, who immediately became a representative of the people and represented the opinions of the entire Scottish public, certainly knew what these people were thinking.

Our king didn't take it seriously at all. Instead, seeing these people aggrieved and wanting to speak but not daring to speak made him even happier.

"Your Majesty, it is my honor!" Bishop Blanche reacted the fastest, put away the astonishment on his face, and instantly changed into a moved face, bending even lower.

Under Edward's gaze, Blanche drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, looking extremely happy.

"Very good, Your Excellency!" Edward followed suit, with a brighter smile on his face.

After Edward finished speaking, Bishop Blanche knew that this meant that His Majesty the King had truly recognized him.

Afterwards, Edward sat down, and he turned his gaze to the Earl of Argyle.

"Your Excellency, the current peace in Scotland is hard-won! We must cherish it! What do you think?"

Seeing His Majesty's compassionate expression, Earl Argyle suddenly felt like he had eaten shit, but he wanted to say it but couldn't.

The meaning of this sentence, of course Earl Argyle knew that it was the king who forced him to agree to peaceful coexistence with the church and end the state of war.