My British Empire

  Chapter 410 I have made contributions to the kingdom, I want to see His Majesty

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  The Dark Blade and the Palace Intelligence Service were not established. In less than a month, after a lot of money temptations and undercover agents, most of the details of the Calvinists in the United Kingdom were fully investigated.

  Now, a lot of information is placed in the Secretariat of His Majesty the King, which looks extremely exaggerated.

  Several young secretaries quickly started counting, summed up the data, and then forwarded it to His Majesty the King for a preview.

  The status of the king brought Edward a variety of government affairs. He could not be like those kings in Europe, who were all managed by the prime minister and the court ministers, and he was a hands-off shopkeeper.

   Nor can they do it by themselves like the emperors in ancient China.

You know, in the whole of the United Kingdom, the bills and decrees handed over to him by the cabinet every day are piled up. This still excludes trivial matters, all of which require his autograph, royal approval, and rejection, and then these are handed over from the cabinet. The decree will take effect and be passed on.

  And Edward didn't have a ceremonial supervisor around him to approve him, which made him a little unbearable.

  So, he personally set up a secretariat under the Palace Affairs Office to handle some government affairs for him, and they basically dealt with those tedious matters.

  As for the original secretaries, they became life secretaries, no longer responsible for government affairs, professional affairs, and left them to professional people.

   Although the Secretariat is not a high-ranking official, it has always been a holy place for cultivating people.

  Therefore, it is either full of noble children, or the outstanding ones from the official selection examination. It can be said that they are all the future pillars of the kingdom.

  As for the bottom line, the head of a thousand-household district cannot run away. In a few years, the county head will be sure. If the ability is good, he may enter the cabinet at the age of forty.

   All of this is in His Majesty's imagination, and these secretaries have only been here for more than a year, so it's still early?

"Your Majesty, the information from the Dark Blade and the Palace Intelligence Service has been sorted out. This is a brief list!" A young man with a strong aristocratic taste walked up to Edward respectfully and handed over a piece of paper densely packed with letters. to Edward.

   "Yes!" Edward agreed, and then started to read.

  The secretary on the side also quietly left without making a sound.

  From the list, Edward got a message that too much freedom of thought is not good.

  Among the Protestants passed down from Europe, Lutheranism has the least influence, with only a few hundred people.

  The most radical Calvinists have more than 2,000 people, including local priests, scholars, officials, and the middle class who are gradually getting richer and are not satisfied with the religious reform.

  This is still the core number, and those non-staff personnel are really countless, even almost catching up with the group of Catholics.

   Seeing this, the king, who has always maintained his dominance, couldn't bear it.

   "Crack!" Edward slapped the table vigorously with his right hand, and frowned, "These people really have enough. When they are hungry, they will riot, and when they are finally full, they are ready to rebel and seize power when they have nothing to do!"

  Suddenly, Edward felt that he was a little exploded, can't you live your life well? Don't bother.

  He knew that if it was written in history, these people were all representatives of justice, constantly fighting for the rights of the people.

  However, how could he follow the situation and toss with them? This United Kingdom of his own is his own painstaking effort, and it will be passed on to future generations. Stability overrides everything.

   "Come here!" "Yes, Your Majesty!" A secretary quickly ran over and responded.

   "Send orders to continue the investigation. After that, they will be arrested one by one according to the list and sent to London!"

  Edward had a cold face, squinted his eyes, looked in the direction of Spain, and ordered through gritted teeth.

   A while ago, he joked about the religious issue in Spain, but today, the same problem has appeared in the United Kingdom. This slap in the face is too fast!

  As soon as he thought that hundreds of people would be arrested and their fate would be changed, Edward felt a sense of guilt.

   Afterwards, the pleasure of deciding the life and death of others overwhelmed the sense of guilt. Rights are indeed a good thing.

  Early in the morning, the mayor of Plymouth got up and had a simple breakfast with his wife and children that did not match his status.

   Regarding this, his wife from a merchant family and his son who was used to eating delicious food naturally chewed with resentment, and the expressions on their faces were extremely ugly.

  Seeing this scene, His Excellency the Mayor snorted coldly, and the two of them grimaced and started eating.

   After eating up his own share, the mayor asked the maid to clean up for him. He wanted to go to the city hall to work in the best appearance.

  Looking back at his unwilling wife and children, he sighed. He knew that if he wasn't there, these two people would definitely steal food later, so what could he do.

  Diligence and thrift are the guarantee for the family to continue, and extravagant things will make people degenerate.

  Your Excellency the mayor only wanted to understand this truth a while ago. Thanks to those pastors who conveyed the true will of the Lord to him, he was on the right track.

  However, my wife and children still believe in false religion and go to pray every weekend, don’t you know? Everyone is a pastor and can communicate with God through the Bible. How can a pastor be used?

   Sitting in the carriage, Your Excellency the Mayor rubbed his forehead, feeling very troubled about how to induce his family members to convert.

   Soon, His Excellency the Mayor, dressed in formal attire, arrived at the city hall before eight o'clock.

   Regarding the time requirement, Your Excellency the Mayor has complained about the central government for countless times, and the control is too lenient. He is so clear about when to go to work and when to leave work. Now, he misses the time when the late king was alive.

  What corruption, bribery! It's all commonplace, unlike now, everything is so strictly controlled.

  However, if he really wants to go back to the past, he really doesn't want to. At that time, he would not have as much power as he does now, and he could be promoted and raise his salary.

  Thinking like this, he also responded to the staff who greeted him along the way, and the image of a friendly mayor was immediately reflected vividly.

After going up the stairs and turning a corner, he arrived at his office. The secretary at the side looked a little strange. After opening the door for him, he was about to inquire when he saw the scene in front of him, and said All the words that came out were swallowed.

  I saw a few people sitting on his desk, wearing blood-red cloaks. What's even more strange is that their faces were covered, and only two big eyes were seen.

   "I, I don't seem to have been corrupt before!" The mayor looked at these people and stammered.

   "Of course, you didn't!" The leader replied crisply.

   "Take him away!" The leader gestured.

   "You have no evidence, how can you arrest me casually? I am the mayor of Plymouth, and I have met His Majesty in person. His Majesty the King will not let you go!"

   "It's really troublesome, ignore him, just arrest him!" Looking at the mayor who is still stubborn and resisting arrest, the crisp voice sounded again.

   "No, I have made contributions to the kingdom, I want to see Your Majesty! I want to see Your Majesty!"

  In an instant, the hall of the city hall sounded like a hog-killing wail.

  (end of this chapter)