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Laura said calmly, as if it was a trivial matter, not worth mentioning.

Edward also looked as expected when he heard such an answer. He had heard too many such trivial things.

"You said, am I too tolerant, why are those Catholics so presumptuous?"

Edward opened his eyes, sat up, turned his head, and looked at the plump young woman behind her. She was looking at the documents on her lap solemnly. Under the long black skirt, white and tender thighs were looming, and the slender appearance made Edward's heart tremble. Jump, plump and authentic.

Edward said with a puzzled expression on his face, but his eyes unconsciously cast on her attractive beautiful legs, which were smooth, fleshy, and very good.

"Your Majesty, I have no right to speak on this matter. This is not my duty as a secretary!"

For this matter, Laura directly refused without hesitation. She would not do such an easy offending thing.

Although her father is still a popular figure in England, he is not an aristocrat after all, and will retire from England's high society in a few years. It is better not to offend others.

"It's really ignorant!" Edward muttered softly from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gradually climbed to her round and slightly drooping body, even the loose long skirt still couldn't cover up their bulge.

Seeing the increasingly obvious anger in the young woman's eyes, Edward smiled awkwardly as a cover, and then lay back.

"Pervert—" Laura looked at the king's back, rolled her eyes as a sign of contempt, and muttered softly.

Lying on his recliner again, Edward breathed a sigh of relief, the timing is still not suitable.

"Then, Laura, please remember, if there are still those Romans who sneak in in the future, directly order Blood Blade to arrest them, ask Rome for a ransom, let them go as easily as before, it is too gentle! "

Edward couldn't help laughing when he thought of the pope in Rome who had eaten shit when he saw the documents for paying the ransom.

Speaking of the Pope, the current Pope Julius III, when our Majesty the King decided to restart the religious reform, officially announced his membership, and called on all Catholics to set things right.

Set things right? Edward, who was directly angry, couldn't help himself.

By the time Scotland was fully committed to its own rule, which was also the year of his engagement to Mary, in 1553, Edward came again to claim the crown.

Moreover, in the afternoon of the same day, he was crowned as the leader of the Church of Scotland, which deeply stimulated the elderly His Majesty the Pope.

Edward is still very willing to do things that can disgust the Pope.

"By the way, who am I going to meet today?"

Just thinking about disgusting people, Edward finally realized that he seemed to be interviewing someone today.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Laura replied softly, licking her red lips without blinking her eyelids.

"A young man who seems to be from Calais, who is prowling about England in the guise of a troubadour, and you ask him to come over!"

"Yes, I forgot for a while, is he here?"

Edward patted his head. A young man from Calais, who seems to be from a knight family, really wants to know more about it.

"It should be here!" Laura raised her head and said uncertainly.

"Your Majesty, the person you want is here!" A young guard lowered his head and walked in steadily, with a clear voice.

"Please come in!" Edward heard this, sat up quickly, and said solemnly.

"Yes, Your Majesty—" Accompanied by the voice, the guard stepped back gently.

But Laura got up from the seat in a hurry, tidied up her appearance, and immediately showed a serious expression on her pretty face, which had a special taste.

Soon, a young man in his twenties with a height of about 1.7 meters walked in, with a soft face, dark blue eyes, pale golden hair, and a smile on his mouth.

From the perspective of Edward's aesthetics, he is also a handsome guy.

"Alves from Calais is in Besven, see Your Majesty the King!"

As soon as Alves entered the door, he saw a young man sitting on a strange chair, wearing a silk woven dress, with a dignified look on his face.

Seeing such a scene, Alves didn't know that this was the person he wanted to meet, and immediately bowed in greeting with a respectful expression on his face.

"En! Alves, are you from the Besven family in Calais?"

Edward looked into his eyes seriously, looked at the documents on the side, and asked softly.

"Yes, Your Majesty! I am the eldest son of the Besven family. I am here to report to you the specific situation of Calais under the orders of my father."

Edward didn't look at him anymore, but looked at the document in his hand, a document about the Besven family.

The ancestor of the Besven family, Kevin, was only a businessman during the time of Charles VIII, but he wisely followed Henry VII and fled to France together.

After that, when Henry VIII returned to the country, Kevin was made a knight, and he owned three villages in the town of Besven in Calais as fiefdoms.

However, the Beswin family was born with a business gene. After being sealed in Calais, Kevin Beswin took advantage of Calais' geographical location to intervene in the business of France and England, Germany and England, and the whole family was like a snowball. , rapid development and growth.

Due to the special location of Calais, the royal family uses various families as an extension of controlling Calais, and the Besven family is also one of them, and it is also an important one.

"Alves, what's the current situation in Calais?"

Edward looked at it for nearly three minutes before raising his head and asking.

Of course Alves knew what the young king was asking, he straightened his mind and said calmly.

"Your Majesty, after Henry II of France acquired the city of Francisco, the situation around Calais became quiet. So far, Calais is still as stable as a mountain!"

Alves' voice sounded very crisp, mellow and pleasant, coupled with his handsome face, he must be the darling of the ladies at the banquet.

"This is the current specific situation in Calais, please review it!"

Alves took out a booklet from his arms, Edward's eyes showed a hint of interest, and the maid at the side quickly picked it up and handed it to Edward.

Edward took a cursory glance and found that Calais was riding on the tailwind of England's business development, and the economy was developing pretty well. Now it basically pays tens of thousands of pounds in taxes a year.

In this regard, Edward nodded in satisfaction and said with a smile:

"Get ready, Laura, back to London tomorrow!

And Mr. Alves, you follow me too! "