My British Empire

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At this time, Duke Edward and Earl Wellington in Huntington City also chatted about the topic of armistice.

"Tell the truth! My lord, the treasury has no more pounds because of the riots in various places!"

"And you know that there is a time limit for calling up militiamen to serve, and now I can only spend sterling to let these militiamen come to support you!"

"So, the best way at the moment is to stop the war!"

Earl Wellington could hear the helplessness in Duke Edward's words, and could understand his mood.

"You are right. A truce is the best way. My soldiers are exhausted, and few of them want to fight those Scots and French!"

The earl also had a look of approval on his face. He still had some understanding of the thoughts of his soldiers.

"Then! Do you think the French will agree?" the Earl asked with some doubts.

"Hehe! Don't think of the French so noblely. You have caused them a lot of casualties these days, and they are a group of hypocritical and shameless liars. They will not work for the Scots!"

Facing the doubts of the Earl, Duke Edward smiled disdainfully and explained to him in a contemptuous tone. Obviously, he doesn't pay attention to his old opponent, His Excellency the Duke.

The next day, a secret envoy from the French army sneaked into Huntington City and secretly discussed with Duke Edward about the truce.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed. After helping Huntington City barely repair the city wall, and leaving 2,000 people to replace them, Duke Edward led the army back to England.

And Major Dio also cooperated to leave more than 1,000 Scottish troops, and the rest of the army all withdrew to Edinburgh.

Duke Edward stayed at Hadrian's Wall for a week and received the news that Major Dio had withdrawn his army to Edinburgh. Don't stop there, start the army again and return to London.

At this moment, the city of London is like the calm before the storm. Something seems to be brewing in the whole city, full of disturbing atmosphere.

The feeling of Earl Boswell, who was in it, was even more obvious.

Today, the Earl of Warwick suddenly called a meeting of the Ministers of the Regents. It is normal to have a meeting, but it seems abnormal to hold a meeting when Duke Edward is not in London.

After staying in this conference room for a while, watching the well-dressed ministers of the committee arrive one after another, Earl Boswell greeted each of them with a cordial smile.

The atmosphere looked good, but His Excellency the Earl still had an ominous premonition, especially the somewhat weird smile of the Earl of Warwick when he finally entered, which made him feel cold war to death.

"Gentlemen! There is an urgent reason for summoning you today in the absence of Duke Edward!"

Seeing that the old Bishop Thomas sat down securely, the Earl of Warwick felt that the timing was about right, so he opened his mouth and said.

"Tell everyone a very bad news! According to the report of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, there is no one pound left in the treasury!"

Even though the ministers present had made preparations in advance, they were still a little surprised. Everyone did not expect that the treasury, which was filled with pounds a while ago, has now reached the point of bankruptcy.

"I think the tax should be increased. Recently, the export volume of wool has increased greatly. A little increase should be enough!"

A plump minister was the first to express his opinion, and seemed to have a very good idea.

"That's a good idea! It's a good idea to collect some fees from that bunch of stingy merchants!"

"Indeed, we can decide on this matter without bothering the council. It's simple and easy to use!"

Immediately, ministers expressed their support one after another.

"I disagree with this opinion. If taxes are raised, our economy will be even worse. Besides, gentlemen and nobles in many places are also engaged in wool business. Don't you think there are too few riots?"

Suddenly an uncoordinated voice appeared amidst the support, and a bald minister stood up and said sharply.

It seems that an opening has been opened, and many voices of support appeared on the scene.

"You can't say that. The merchants are a bunch of greedy people. It's right to charge them some taxes. Besides, I don't think there will be many local gentlemen and nobles who want to participate in business!"

The bald minister directly refuted the buxom minister's words righteously, choking him speechless.

The words of the bald minister represent the values ​​of the entire society. Businessmen are greedy and stingy. It is shameful for nobles to do business. It is a shameful thing to humiliate the noble family.

So he knew that the bald minister was talking nonsense, but the plump minister couldn't refute it. He couldn't say that many nobles were in business, so he would offend the local nobles.

"Okay! Everyone, stop arguing. I think the reason for the empty treasury is that there are too many riots in the tunnels!"

Suddenly, the Earl of Warwick gave the plump minister a step, and won a grateful look from the plump minister.

"Yes! It's all the rioters' fault!"

"That's right, these people really deserve to die!"

"I think it's the Duke of Somerset's fault, what enclosures!"

"Yes! It's all the Duke of Somerset's fault!"

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Suddenly, the painting style changed suddenly, and the quarrel turned into a criticism meeting of the Duke of Somerset.

"Ministers, we still abolish the Duke of Somerset's ruling position, so I think the local riots will stop a lot!"

"I agree!" "I agree too!"...

The bald minister suddenly stood up and made a shocking statement, and also labeled the Duke of Somerset as the main cause of the local riots, which was supported by some people.

Hearing these words, Earl Boswell was ready to object, but the strange thing was that none of the ministers who belonged to Duke Edward spoke, and none of them were interested in speaking.

Seeing this, even though the sun outside the window was already shining on him, the Earl still felt chills all over his body.

After thinking for a while, the Earl, who has always been timid and cautious, chose to sit down slowly and watch with a blank expression.

"Then, since everyone thinks the Duke of Somerset is unfit to govern, let's go to the polls!"

Hearing this, the Earl of Warwick finally concluded, and initiated a vote.

The bald minister immediately raised his hand, and then the ministers belonging to the Earl of Warwick also raised their hands, and then the neutral faction headed by the Duke of Houghton also raised their hands.

At this time, what was surprising was that Bishop Thomas, who supported Duke Edward's supremacy, actually abstained from the vote. It was very clear what it meant.

What was even more chilling was that the remaining three ministers also slowly moved their right hands. They also knew that they were embarrassed and covered their faces with their hands.

Knowing that he had no choice, Earl Boswell could only slowly raise his trembling right hand, and could not help covering his face.

"Okay! Since everyone basically agrees, in accordance with legal procedures, I announce:

Edward Seymour, Duke of Somerset, abolishes the Consul's position from today, that is, he will no longer hold the Consul's position on January 5th, 1549! "

According to the regulations set up after the Duke of Edward took office, only three-quarters of the ministers agree to abolish any minister's position in the regent committee, and the ministers present to vote must not be less than twelve.

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