My British Empire

  Chapter 322 Disposal (Part 2)

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  Seeing his peaceful appearance and his position, Earl Lannox's brain spun rapidly, finally knowing his identity.

   "Malanca Blanche—" Earl Lannox's gray-blue eyes slightly dilated, and he whispered unconsciously.

   "What? Are you talking about him?" Earl Argyle, who was sitting by the side, gave him a strange look, and then followed his gaze before asking.

   "I think Malanca Blanche is the leader of the surrender of the church! No wonder you are surprised!"

   Earl Argyle glanced at Blanche calmly, and then spoke to Earl Lannox very calmly, seeing that there was no anger.

   "Don't look any further, this old man must have been bribed, the king of England has a good trick!"

   Earl Argyle sighed in Earl Lannox's ear after getting close to him.

   "However, now, the most important thing is to concentrate and hold your breath. I think this young king will definitely make a move. We must be prepared!"

   After speaking, Earl Argyle had a smile on his face again, looking extremely elegant.

  In the following time, the two did not continue talking, but got up from time to time to wave and talk with those nobles who were close to each other. Communication was inevitable.

  After the nobles and priests arrived one after another, the soldiers with five big and three thick ones held the dishes attentively and began to serve one after another.

  Of course, in the military camp, the conditions are still a bit rough.

  However, a large-scale market has also been established on the left side of the army. There are hundreds of merchants accompanying the army, and basic materials are still available.

   Spices are too expensive, and Edward is reluctant to part with them. Moreover, the merchants don't have so much reserves to supply. There is no spices in this banquet, which makes these nobles who have enjoyed it regrettable.

  However, there are still barbecues and steamed fruits, together with some soft bread and strong wine, it is enough to entertain these bitter Scottish nobles.

  For the nobles, the biggest disadvantage is that the beautiful ladies come to participate. For the nobles, the attraction of the banquet without the ladies is greatly reduced.

  So, at the last moment when Edward came in, he found that the bishops of the church were full of energy, with expectations on their faces.

  As for the nobles with the largest number of people, their disappointment was palpable, and they couldn't lift their spirits.

   "By the grace of God, His Majesty Edward VI, King of England, France, Ireland, and Scotland, Defender of the Faith, God's Vicar on Earth, Head of the Church of England and Ireland, to—"

  The guard walked in first, then looked at the nobles and bishops with piercing eyes, and shouted loudly.

   "Your Majesty—"

  Whether they were noblemen or bishops, they bowed and saluted one by one, restrained their facial expressions, and showed reverent expressions one after another, all of them were acting school.

   "Everyone, please sit down!" Edward looked around among the nobles, especially the Earls of Argyle and Lannox, as well as Bishop David Beaton. The eyes of these three stayed the longest.

   Walked slowly to his place, sat down gently and gracefully, with a smile on his face, nodded, and said.

  The nobles and the bishop thanked in unison, and finally, the banquet began.

  Foie gras, venison leg, roasted chicken, roasted lamb, roasted pear, boiled apple, and crispy bread with honey. These foods were placed in front of Edward, which greatly reduced the appetite of His Majesty the king.

   He has been tired of eating these things for a while now, and now his appetite is greatly reduced when he sees them, and now he only wants to eat vegetables in his mind.

   But he still had to pretend to be happy, chatting with the nobles present.

   "Mr. Earl, you should know this Bishop Blanche!"

  In Europe during this period, the so-called eating was the same as our usual, chatting, and there was no quiet situation when eating like in the future.

  Therefore, Edward didn't have to worry about being impolite. He opened his lips and introduced Bishop Blanche with white hair and beard with a smile.

   "Of course, Your Majesty!" Earl Argyle raised his beard and said lightly, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

   "Bishop Blanche is a well-known figure in Scotland. His Majesty the Pope personally received him, and even called him the most devout believer in the Scottish church. How could I have never seen him!"

  The two talked about Bishop Blanche, and at the same time, His Excellency Bishop opened his eyes and looked here.

   "Since this is the case, then I don't need to say more!"

  Edward turned his head, looked at Bishop Blanche, looked at his gray hair and age spots on his face, and said kindly:

   "This time, thanks to Your Excellency, otherwise, how long will it take for this war to end!"

   "Seeing this, thank him for his contribution to peace in Scotland. On behalf of all the people of Scotland, I would like to toast him!"

  Speaking, Edward stood up, raised a glass of wine, looked around, looked happy, and finally said to Bishop Blanche.

  Bishop Blanche didn't expect him to do this again, and he froze for a moment. Not only him, but several senior nobles beside him also stared at the wine glass in his hand, as if time stopped at this moment.

   "Shameless!" Many people cursed in unison, but there was still a smile on their faces.

   In the blink of an eye, His Majesty the King, who immediately became a representative of the people and represented the opinions of the entire Scottish public, certainly knew what these people were thinking.

  Our king didn't take it seriously at all. Instead, seeing these people aggrieved and wanting to say something but not daring to say it made him even happier.

   "Your Majesty, it is my honor!" Bishop Blanche reacted the fastest, put away the astonishment on his face, and instantly changed into a moved face, bending even lower.

  Under Edward's gaze, Blanche drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, looking extremely happy.

   "Very good, Your Excellency!" Edward followed suit, with a brighter smile on his face.

  After Edward finished speaking, Bishop Blanche knew that this meant that His Majesty the King had truly recognized him.

   Afterwards, Edward sat down, and he turned his attention to the Earl of Argyle.

   "Your Excellency, the current peace in Scotland is hard-won! We must cherish it! What do you think?"

  Looking at His Majesty's compassionate expression, Earl Argyle suddenly felt like he had eaten shit, but he wanted to say it but couldn't.

   Earl Argyle knew the meaning of this sentence. The king forced him to agree to peaceful coexistence with the church and end the state of war.

  (end of this chapter)