My British Empire

  Chapter 290 The King and the "Utopia"

  ps: Monday, 300 chapters, after reading it, can you give me a ticket to comfort Lan Che's fragile heart

  In our opinion, it is such a disgusting picture, but in the eyes of Marquis William, appreciating this picture of others being burned alive, he felt a different kind of pleasure inexplicably in his heart.

In particular, the mob who once defeated him almost destroyed his future. This kind of tense and frightening, or shameful scene is still being played repeatedly in his mind. .

  As long as Robert Kate exists for a day, he will always be reminded: You were defeated by a little squire from the countryside who had never led a soldier, and you were beaten and fled in a panic.

  Therefore, the order from His Majesty the King is completely in line with his original intention. This is the true thought in his heart.

  As long as he is gone, the shame of being defeated by a little squire will slowly disappear from people's memory, and the reputation he lost will slowly recover.

  After a few years, I was still that handsome Marquis with a bright future.

Although Lord Marquis kept watching the two crosses that were burning wantonly in front of him, as well as the surviving warriors kneeling beside the crosses who were tightly bound one by one, he was still thinking about his future reputation. question.

  Thinking that he will return to his original state in a few years, Marquis William unconsciously showed a pleasant smile.

Watching Sir Robert who was gradually reduced to ashes, the crowd of onlookers began to slowly fall silent. At this moment of life passing away, after people have passed the initial excitement, for a while, they are faced with the natural fear of death of human beings. Re-occupied the heart.

  Afterwards, the crowd began to subside quickly like the waves of the sea. In an instant, only a few standing soldiers in the shape of guards and three big figures on the high platform were left in the entire square.

   "Your Excellency, Mr. Speaker, the excitement is over, we can go!"

  Marquis William showed a gentle smile on his face, bent slightly, and said kindly.

   Seeing that the matter was over, the eyes of the two big men showed complicated expressions, so they nodded lightly. With the support of the waiter beside them, they slowly got up and walked down the high platform.

Marquis William also got up in a hurry, glanced contemptuously at the ashes of the cross and the remains of those 'warriors' who had been roasted, and then raised his head, looking at the blue sky with white clouds, his whole body felt relaxed all of a sudden. When you get up, it's like a heavy burden has been lifted.

   Walking briskly, he walked down the high platform. Near the high platform, there was a luxurious carriage. Stepping on a small stool, he jumped into his own carriage.

  Opening the curtain of the car, Thomas sat on the cushion with a thin body, holding a book from London in his hand. He didn't seem to sense his arrival, and he was still reading with interest, with an expression of interest on his face.

   Seeing this, Marquis William did not play any tricks, but just slowed down his pace slightly, fearing to disturb the polymath.

  So, the carriage swayed on the road. In the carriage, Marquis William closed his eyes and thought seriously, while the great scholar Thomas was holding a book and reading it intently. The carriage was suddenly as silent as ever.

  Closing his eyes for a while, and slowly calming down his joyful mood, Marquis William looked at Thomas who was concentrating on it, and he felt a little itchy in his heart. He wanted to see what kind of book this university scholar was reading.

Marquis William squinted his eyes and took a closer look. On the cover was an elderly scholar wearing a long strip of cloth. He was talking to a group of young people around him. It was obvious that he was a very good debater. , the young people around showed expressions of surprise and joy.

   On the right side of the figure, there are three groups of words written: Plato

  On the left side, there are three big words: Utopia.

Even though Marquis William didn't have much specific knowledge, he still knew that this university student from Greece was well-known throughout Europe, especially in recent years, Henry VIII, who loves literature, bought back a large number of books from Italy. Books, this made the nobles who have always been fond of them buy a few books one after another to enrich their knowledge.

  Otherwise, when you go to flatter His Majesty the King, if you accidentally make a mistake, it will be very sad.

  So, influenced by the literary atmosphere in the aristocratic circle these years, Marquis William still knew about Plato and the Utopia.

   "By the way, why does Thomas want to look at Utopia?"

  Marquis William was full of doubts, and the moment he looked up, Thomas' gray-brown eyes were staring at him without blinking, instantly embarrassing him.

   "My Lord Marquis, are you also interested in this book?"

  Thomas looked at Marquis William with a curious expression in front of him with some amusement, and couldn't help asking.

   "It's nothing, Thomas!" Marquis William smiled slightly, shook his head slightly, and said slowly.

  With this, the awkward atmosphere in the carriage dissipated a lot.

   "I'm just curious, why did you fall in love with Plato's "Utopia"?"

Seeing that Marquis William began to change the subject lightly, Thomas didn't care about anything, and explained casually: "Borrowing your information, I recently took a look at the young His Majesty the King in London. Since he came to power, he has been The trajectory of the government order to be implemented!"

Speaking of this, Thomas suddenly became serious, looked at Marquis William sitting opposite him with piercing eyes, and said in a serious and serious tone: "I found that all the decrees he issued are very different from the opinions written in the Utopia. fit!"

"So, for the past few days, I have been reading this book, and only when I have a deep understanding of His Majesty the King, can I be ready to go to London, to be next to the most powerful King in England, to be that There is still a vacancy in the position of a hot and powerful minister!"

   As he spoke, Thomas shook the thick book in his hand, with excitement and resignation in his tone.

  Looking at the paper book shaking in Thomas's hand, Marquis William suddenly felt heartbroken.

Such a thick book, if you want to buy it, you need at least hundreds of pounds. When you think of a small pile of gold coins in exchange for a book, you must know that his family is just a jazz, don't look like a marquis. , but he has no accumulation at all. For him, this is a big sum.

  Thinking of this, the urge to swear in Marquis William's heart became more and more intense.

   And his godfather ordered him to take care of Thomas, coupled with the looming figures of several great nobles behind Thomas, Marquis William could only hold back.

  So in the face of Thomas' trembling explanation, Marquis William didn't listen much, and he only had gold coins shining in his heart.

  Originally, after the Bible was published, following the instructions of His Majesty the King, the employees of the Royal Publishing House also began to make small-scale copies of the books in the Royal Collection on a large scale in order to generate income, and then sold them on the market.

  After all, there are still too few people in this era. For small-scale copying, the price will naturally rise rapidly, so that you can "return the cost" and be worthy of the price of a copy and paper.

Thomas didn't know what was going on in Marquis William's mind, and he kept talking about his speculations: "You see, this young His Majesty the King is gradually reducing the power of the House of Commons, and burning even hotter for his huge power. , thus making the crown on his head even more supreme, sacred and inviolable!"

  “This is in line with Plato’s utopia, but he believes that rulers should be given absolute rights, and even use lies to oppress and use enemies and citizens!”

   "Also, let's look at the exam that made all the nobles flustered and irritated last year. It was an exam that used knowledge to determine whether they could become officials, not blood!"

   "And this happens to coincide with Plato's thought.

  He believes that politicians are dirty, and only philosophers are the embodiment of the three virtues of justice, wisdom, and kindness. Only when philosophers are in power can a perfect country be built! "

   "How can philosophers be identified? Only through rigorous examinations can they be selected from ordinary people, otherwise, everyone will be a philosopher!"

   (It's purely far-fetched, don't scold me)

  The more he talked, the more excited Thomas became. He felt that he had found the trick, and after careful study, he would be able to go to London in a few days.

  I am finally going to end this boring life and start to show my talents in England. The group of nobles have to succumb to me for the time being. This feeling is extremely refreshing.

  This kind of joy can only be maximized if it is shared.

  Thinking in this way, Thomas glanced at the slightly dazed Marquis William in front of him, and was satisfied with his surprised performance.

   Only in this way can I reflect my wisdom, and I am indeed a genius.

  Thomas couldn't help thinking proudly, the smile on his face couldn't stop.

   "Your Excellency the Marquis, it's time for us to go to London!"

   "Ah?" Marquis William finally came to his senses, raised his head, and looked at Thomas with a puzzled face, with confusion in his eyes. He only heard the word London. When did it have anything to do with London?

  Seeing the appearance of Marquis William, how could Thomas not know that His Excellency the Marquis wasn't listening carefully at all just now.

   Regarding this, Thomas did not re-explain, and said directly: "Your Excellency, we can go to London!"

   "Why? Why are you going to London? I just want to relax now. I feel a little uncomfortable!"

   As he spoke, Marquis William backed away slowly with a hurt expression, and finally sat on the carved chair, but his eyes were fixed on the thick book in Thomas's hand.

  Thomas immediately understood such an obvious thing as soon as he rolled his eyes.

   "Your Excellency the Marquis, I will return this book to you after I finish reading it!"

   Thomas had no choice but to shake his head helplessly and said with a wry smile.

  The money has already been spent, so it is impossible to get it back!