My British Empire

  Chapter 321 Disposal (Part 1)

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   Just like that, our Majesty the King accepted the surrender of the Church of Scotland with a smile on his face. The whole person smiled like a child, brilliantly.

   That night, our Majesty the King held a grand banquet.

  This banquet was set up in his own camp, which was safe and gorgeous, and the spacious main tent looked extraordinarily gorgeous.

   "Campbell, what do you think we should do?"

  The young Earl Lannox pointed to the unique invitation card on the table, stared at the Earl of Argyle with gray-blue eyes, and asked.

  The Earl of Argyle's name is Archibald Campbell. Generally speaking, only close people can be called by the first name, and ordinary friends are called by the surname.

   "Hehe! Lannox, don't be angry, take a sip of tea, this is given to me by the king of England. I heard that in England, the price of a pound of tea is hundreds of pounds!"

  The Earl of Argyle, who was five or six years older than the Earl of Lennox, looked at him very calmly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said in a relaxed tone.

   While talking in his mouth, he continued to soak in hot water step by step according to the more and more movements. Suddenly, a faint tea fragrance overflowed.

   Earl Argyle sniffed his nose, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

   Earl Lannox, who was on the side, turned his eyes to him, and glanced at the cup soaked with leaves, His Excellency the Earl immediately felt disgusted, the leaves are so good to drink.

   "Campbell, it's not that I'm grumpy, but this Edward is too much."

Upon hearing Earl Argyle's words, Earl Lannox approached him. After speaking, he picked up a cup of tea on the table with his right hand, and carefully observed the porcelain cup with blue stripes on the surface, without taking his eyes off it. .

   "Hey—" Earl Argyle reminded him softly, and after he finally turned his gaze away, Earl Argyle said with a smug tone:

   "My father bought these teacups from a group of Venetian merchants. I heard that it cost at least 300 gold coins to **** them from a group of nobles. They are very precious!"

  The short beard on Earl Argyle's lips trembled slightly, he squinted his eyes, and said in a trembling voice.

   It seemed that he cherished this opportunity to show his family's historical origin, and he felt much better.

   "Please, this is not the time to show off your family background!"

  Earl Lannox showed a timely expression of admiration and exaggeration on his face, which made Earl Argyle feel more comfortable.

   But his inner chatter was completely different.

   "My lord Earl, I can't learn your leisurely mood. The duck flew to the mouth. As the commander of the army, don't you know our situation?"

  The Earl of Lannox was young and vigorous, and there was a hint of scolding in his words, and the loud voice made the guards tremble a little.

  I saw him blushing, with big eyes, staring closely at Earl Argyle, eyes full of anger.

   Earl Argyle certainly knew that although Earl Lannox was complaining alone at the moment, behind him were other nobles, large and small.

  As the leader of the coalition of nobles, he is also the candidate for regent after Earl Allen, and these responsibilities rest on him.

   "Count, I know you are very angry, but for now, there is nothing we can do about that young king!"

  Earl Argyle took a sip of hot tea leisurely, with a helpless expression on his face, and choked Earl Lannox directly.

   "Didn't I know that after those scoundrels in the church surrendered to that Edward, the gold coins we got would fly?"

   Earl Argyle immediately became serious, put down the teacup in his hand, and explained.

   "Now, the original army of more than 20,000 people has killed and injured more than 5,000 people in the battle with the church a while ago, and the number of casualties this time has also reached 3,000!"

   "In other words, we only have 12,000 people, but how many people does that Edward have?"

   "If you add the group of defeated generals, it will be about fifteen thousand!"

  Earl Lannox thought for a while, and the words blurted out.

   "That's it. His strength can already crush us. Now, instead of worrying about how to recover the loss, let's think about how to reduce the loss in the next time!"

  Finally, Earl Argyle sighed and said sadly.

  Hearing this, Earl Lannox certainly knew what was going on.

  The union some time ago has ended, but now it is time for conflict between them and the English.

   Former teammate England, after this war, their strength has not decreased but increased, but their strength has suffered greatly.

  In this way, the original partners turned into hungry wolves, and began to prepare to devour their flesh when they were injured.

   "Okay, let's get ready, the banquet tonight, I think, is not that simple!"

   After a while of drooling, Earl Argyle saw Earl Lannox's sudden realization, and then he sighed softly, patted his shoulder, and began to drink tea by himself.

  Looking at the somewhat disappointed Earl Argyle, Earl Lannox gave him a meaningful look before walking out.

  In the evening, all the soldiers in the English army camp were tense, staring at all the people who came in and out, not letting go of any suspicious people.

  Although the banquet was reported in the main account, the soldiers in England could not rest for a while. Instead, they were required to strictly abide by the military law and not relax.

  Therefore, Earl Lannox wore a gorgeous aristocratic costume and came to the camp in a carriage. This is what he saw.

  The soldiers raised their heads and opened their eyes wide, as if they wanted to see through people, giving people an inexplicable sense of uneasiness.

   Ignoring the low-level nobles who wanted to strike up a conversation with him, Earl Lannox walked towards the brightly lit main tent on his own.

  The banquet is the same as usual, the tables are arranged randomly, and the seats are not marked, basically just sitting at random.

  However, in this world, there are still so-called default rules. As one of the few great nobles in Scotland, who controls the great nobles of Scotland, his position has always been at the top, next to the young king.

   In other words, it means sitting at the same long table with the young king.

   Walking to their own position, the nobles who were invited saluted intermittently to His Excellency the Earl. His Excellency the Earl was exhausted and tired, and the muscles on his face were a little stiff.

  His Excellency the Earl naturally sat next to Earl Argyle, and then glanced casually around.

  Suddenly, a thin old man with gray hair and beard and wearing a gray robe sat there peacefully, narrowing his eyes, as if he didn't care about the surrounding situation.

   Sorry, I broke my promise again. It’s Calvin today. The map of Scotland is coming to an end. I’m thinking about how to end it. Anyway, these two updates will definitely be sent out.