My British Empire

Over time, the coronation took place at Westminster Abbey, publicized by the nobles and gentlemen who attended.

It soon spread throughout England, and spread to the entire British Isles, and tended to go to Europe.

An important town in the north - York, since Henry VIII suppressed the rebellion of the northern border nobles, York has become the central city in the north of England.

It is one of the few big cities in England except London, with a population of 30,000.

Frans Tavern in York City is the most popular place, not only the place that the guards like, but also the place where workers and free farmers like to come.

There was not only a threepence mug of barley wine in the pub, but a liter of it. And I heard that the wine that the nobles drank cost as much as a pound for a small glass.

"Tsk tsk! God! Nobles are really rich, who would be so prodigal and drink this!" Yomannonville, who owns 60 acres of land, couldn't help shaking his head.

After Will usually farmed his own land, he would also lease the nobles' land. Thanks to the eruption of England's population, it only costs about fifty pounds a year, and the remaining expenses are only a little over eight pounds.

It hurts Will to think about spending an eighth of a year's earnings on a glass of wine.

Regardless of the fact that Will doesn't make a lot of money, but in rural England, he belongs to the upper class except for the nobles.

Will swaggered into the Frans tavern, and the people along the way saluted him, but he just nodded slightly and went straight into the tavern.

The tavern changed from the hustle and bustle of the past, and suddenly became quiet, which made Will hardly get used to it.

Will thoughtlessly walked into a circle surrounded by a crowd, only to hear a funny voice shouting.

"The handsome and extraordinary Prince Edward was kneeling in front of the Archbishop of Canterbury, and I saw him..." The voice stopped abruptly at this point.

"What about the one in the back?" "Oh! God, I have the urge to kill you now!" "Peace! You little bastard, believe it or not, I'll beat you!..." The crowd couldn't help complaining loudly .

When Will heard the scene of the coronation of the new king, he couldn't help pricking up his ears to listen carefully, but he stopped suddenly, even if he was a local gentleman, he couldn't help but blurt out curses.

The young man in the middle of the crowd stretched out a finger, "I just want a glass of noble wine, just a glass."

At that time, one pound = 20 shillings = 240 pence. Usually, a piece of black bread with a length of 30 cm was enough for a family of three to eat two meals a day, and it only cost two pence. And a pound exists almost only in the fantasies of the poor.

And for the regulars who often come to the bar, it is also a big number.

boom! The atmosphere at the scene became lively again. People were pointing at Pease and saying that he had a big appetite and wanted to drink like crazy.

"Hey! Ladies and gentlemen, don't you want to know the situation at that time? This is what my cousin's uncle heard from Baron Wallach's housekeeper!" Pease said again after a breath.

"The news is absolutely true! You don't know how wonderful the scene was!" Pease said in a tone full of temptation.

Will was a little moved when he heard this, and when he wanted to order a glass of wine, there was a sudden sound.

"France! Have a glass of wine for dear Pease!" "Okay! Dear Mr. Brad!" Only Brad from the next village shouted first.

Immediately, voices of admiration for Brad echoed in the tavern, and Brad's reputation suddenly rose to the top.

At this time, Will's intestines were full of regrets, and he missed such a good opportunity to improve his reputation.

In England, the public office is held by gentlemen with high reputation, so fame is no less than a sharp weapon to a gentleman.

"Okay! Thank you, Master Brad, for the gift!" Pease carefully held the wine glass, took a sip, and enjoyed it.

The eyes of the people around were hot, and they couldn't help swallowing their saliva, staring straight at the wine glass.

After Pease took a sip, he immediately spoke up.

"I saw Prince Edward standing up at that time, the crown seemed to have grown a pair of wings, and it automatically flew to the top of the prince's head, emitting white light!" Pease said exaggeratedly.

"The crown fell on the prince's head, and the prince immediately raised his scepter and said, 'I am the ruler of England, and I am the agent of God in the world! His Majesty is smiling!"

When Pease said this, he immediately made a pious Christian action, and the people around him couldn't help but follow suit, praising God and His Majesty the King.

After Pease finished speaking, he hurried out, came to a dilapidated alley, and saw a crack.

Hou hurriedly reached in and took out a one-pound gold coin. His nervous heart was relieved immediately, and he opened his mouth happily.

"Be happy! As long as you say it ten more times on such occasions, you will get another pound!" said a man covered in a cloak in the depths of the alley.

Pease knew that this was his rich man, and believed that what he said was true, but he didn't want to get closer to him.

Pease felt that this person was very dangerous, and his whole body was covered with a cold aura, which made people very uncomfortable.

"Yes! My lord, I will work hard." Pease flattered.

"En!" The man responded coldly, and disappeared in an instant. Pease turned his head and left indifferently, looking for a new place to make money, oh no! It's the speech.

Madrid, Spain. Charles V was lying in bed, listening to his courtier talk about the coronation in England.

"Oh! Another Henry VIII! A new troublesome little guy!" sighed Charles V. The palace minister, who was reading the letter, catered carefully, showing his true dog legs.

Charles V is the son of Philip I of the Habsburg family of the Habsburg family and Juana, Queen of Castile (Mad Juana), Ferdinand II of Aragon and Castile Grandson of Isabella I of Leah, Holy Roman Emperor Maximilian I and Duchess Mary of Burgundy, born in Ghent and raised in the Low Countries. His childhood teacher was Adrian of Utrecht (later Pope Hadrian VI).

Charles inherited the Low Countries and Franche-Comté in 1506 (the year his father died). When his mighty maternal grandfather Ferdinand II died in 1516, he became the owner of a vast domain that included his mother's Castile and Ferdinand II's kingdom of Aragon, Ca The Kingdom of Styria, the Kingdom of Navarra, the Kingdom of Granada, the Kingdom of Naples, the Kingdom of Sicily, Sardinia, and the entire Spanish America (during his reign, Spain’s colonies in America were expanded due to the conquest of Mexico and Peru. several times).

Upon his arrival in Spain he had to fight against cities fighting for self-government, and some Spanish nobles resented the fact that he had placed some Flemish officials in Castile. In the end, all resistance was overwhelmed by him, and an obedient and strong Spain formed the basis for his future galloping in Europe. He continued to expand Spain's absolute monarchy and use it to establish the Spanish Empire that dominated Christian Europe.

He possesses a dizzying array of titles that speak volumes for his power.

Well, this is a public chapter, so I'll give it a go, hehe?! Everyone get ready, sit tight, I'm going to drive.

Charles (Carlos, Carrell, Carl, Carlo, Charles), by God, Holy Roman Emperor, Augustus Eternal, King of the Roman People, King of Italy, All Spaniards (Castile Aragon, Leon, Navarre, Granada, Toledo, Valencia, Galicia, Mallorca, Seville, Córdoba, Murcia, Jaen, Al King of Garvey, Algeciras, Gibraltar, Canary Islands), King of Sicily, King of Naples, King of Sardinia and Corsica, King of Jerusalem, King of the East and West Indies, Grand Duke of Austria, Duke of Burgundy , Duke of Brabant, Duke of Lorraine, Duke of Styria, Duke of Carinthia, Duke of Carniola, Duke of Limburg, Duke of Luxembourg, Duke of Gelderland, Duke of Württemberg, Count of Alsace , Marquis of Namur, Count of Flanders, Count of Habsburg, Count of Tyrol, Count of Gorizia, Count of Barcelona, ​​Count of Charolais, Count of Avatour, Count of Burgundy-Palatinate , Count of Hainault, Count of Holland, Count of Zutphen, Count of Roussillon.

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