My British Empire

  Chapter 348 Stubborn index finger

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   In this way, after some deletions and deletions, the new Noble Succession Act was officially released.

   And it was unanimously approved by the House of Lords and the House of Commons, and then promulgated to the whole of England.

   There is nothing for the folks. After all, this law is about the nobles, and they don't have the heart to meddle in such business.

   And in Oxfordshire, a place with fertile soil and rich farmland, due to the abundance of food, not only the royal family owns a lot of land here, but also the church and nobles are entrenched here.

   Here, Baron Brad's mansion, a debate is going on right now.

  The old Baron Brad, with a sallow complexion, pale lips, and withered yellow hair, was lying on the side of the bed, trembling all over, with his eyelids slightly open, gasping for breath, and his whole body seemed to be trembling.

  His right hand opened, and his index finger seemed to be pointing somewhere.

  Everyone took a look, it was a pair of armor in the bedroom, next to the armor was the heraldic flag of the Brad family.

   Regarding this, everyone was silent, the family, Your Excellency the Baron is still worried about the Brad family.

  The White Horse Valley area is where most of Oxford's arable land is located, and Baron Brad is one of the largest landowners in the White Horse Valley area of ​​Oxford.

how to say? The Brad family owns more than a dozen manors, large and small, with an area of ​​100 square kilometers. If you ride a bicycle, you need to walk for half a day.

  The huge land allows him to possess unimaginable wealth. There are more than 10,000 mu of arable land alone, and the grain produced can meet the half-year rations of Oxfordshire people.

The Brad family, rooted in the White Horse Valley area, has a huge network of contacts and relationships in the White Horse Valley and the entire Oxfordshire. Even in this era of declining aristocracy, the Brad family is still very powerful. Brad The baron is not afraid of the sheriff and the county government representing the royal power.

  The Brad family has its own castle, and, although restricted by the royal family, the baron still has hundreds of well-trained private soldiers.

   It can be said that in Oxfordshire, apart from the government, the Brad family is the biggest force.

  Unfortunately, this nobleman who has been passed down for hundreds of years has encountered a difficult hurdle today.

  The elderly Baron Brad is forty-three years old this year, but he is sick and unable to move.

   And most fatally, he did not have a male heir.

  No son or nephew, only two pretty daughters.

  At the moment when his life was about to die, the county chief Isamore, the county lieutenant William who held military power, the supervisor Will, and because of the Baron, the Heraldry Bureau specially dispatched Commissioner Tottle.

  The four of them stayed silently by the bed, with sad expressions on their faces, bowed their heads, whispered to each other from time to time, and then looked at His Excellency the Baron on the bed, as if they were waiting for something.

   And if you look carefully, you will find that the four of them don't have much sadness at all, and the expressions on their faces are just performances.

   That’s right, it’s not about friends or relatives, it’s just a strange baron lying on the bed, a baron dying, going to see God at any time.

  The baron's wife and two daughters were sitting by the bed crying, wiping the tears from the corners of their eyes with a handkerchief from time to time, their eyes were dim, and they were sobbing sadly, and the clothes were wet with tears.

   "John, what do you want us to do after you leave?"

  The flesh on the Baroness's face was squeezed into a ball, and her eyes were squeezed into a slit. Tears flowed out of the narrow slit. It can be seen that she is indeed very sad.

  The two aristocratic ladies did not have the brilliance and air of the past, with panic and sadness intertwined on their faces, looking decadent.

  In the final analysis, they are nothing more than teenage girls. Their usual prestige is only based on their father's power, but now they are showing their true state.

  Hearing his wife's sad words, Baron Brad's eyes widened, and his throat made a babbling sound, but he didn't form a word.

   But his index finger was still pointing at the flag. The flag with the Brad family crest looked so stubborn and stubborn.

Seeing this, the three women cried even more sadly, and His Excellency the Sheriff looked at the finger raised by His Excellency the Baron, and felt something different in his heart. He took a step forward, glanced at the flag, and looked at the group of baron Madame, comforted softly:

   "Ma'am, my condolences, all of this is the arrangement of my lord, I only hope that Your Excellency the baron will serve my lord in heaven, and don't have to suffer from illness anymore!"

   "I don't doubt that he is enjoying happiness in heaven, but what will happen to my two daughters and I if he leaves like this? Suffering will befall the three of us, O Almighty Lord!"

   As he spoke, he seemed to be imagining the "poverty" life that his mother and daughter would face after spending all the private money they had accumulated in the past, and after leaving the aristocratic class, they lived next to the common people.

  Thinking of this, the baroness felt sad, and the water in the slit was flowing faster and faster.

  The poor Lord Baron also seemed to anticipate the future life of his wife and daughter, and felt extremely regretful in his heart. In the past few years, he did not prepare private property for his wife and daughter in advance.

  Although His Excellency the Sheriff comforted the Baroness, he was thinking about how to transfer this fertile land to the royal family in a smooth manner, so as to gain points in front of His Majesty the King.

  The special commissioner of the Bureau of Heraldry on the side kept the quill in his hand in front of him and was flipping through the column of the Brad family, ready to cross out the family crest and family name.

  The Lord Lieutenant and His Excellency the Superintendent, like the Sheriff, acted as witnesses to confirm the demise of the Brad family.

  A family that has been around for hundreds of years is about to be cut off, and the county chief and the others can't help feeling a little regretful and pity.

   Baron Brad, who was lying on the bed, naturally knew the consequences, so he has been reluctantly supporting himself, wanting to prolong the time of the family's destruction.

  Time passed slowly. The baroness and her two daughters, together with the sheriff and others, waited patiently for the final result, also to witness this rare moment.

   "Ma'am, ma'am—" Just as the baron was about to leave, a hurried voice came from a distance.

  Everyone in the room raised their heads and looked towards the door where the voice came from. They saw a man in his forties, wearing a butler's clothes, his face flushed, and he couldn't stop panting.

   "Madam, my lords!" After calming down the emotions in his heart, the housekeeper finally realized his identity, bowed to everyone, and said softly.

  The smile on the face opened, as bright as a chrysanthemum, which made people feel happy unconsciously.

   "There is news from London that His Majesty the King has promulgated a new inheritance law, allowing males within five generations of the family to adopt to the main branch and inherit the title!"

  The housekeeper spoke quickly, but he enunciated clearly, making everyone understand the meaning immediately.

   "Has parliament approved it?"

  After listening, a smile appeared on the Baroness's face, like a pleated chrysanthemum, which was a bit unacceptable.

  The sheriff on the side reacted and asked a point.

   "The House of Lords and the House of Commons have approved it. It was approved yesterday. Today, notices have been posted in major cities in Oxford!"

   "That's great, God bless!"

  The baroness quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, while the baron, who was lying on the bed, finally closed his eyes, but still pointed his index finger stubbornly at the flag.