ps: Everyone, this book was put on the shelves on June 1st, and I hope to see pirated copies, or how much support is the collection?

At this time, the Duke of Edward and the Earl of Wellington in the city of Huntington also talked about the armistice.

"Let's be honest! My Excellency, my Excellency, there is not a single pound left in the treasury because of the riots in various places! ”

"And you know, there is a time limit for the term of service in the militia, and now I can only spend pounds to get these militiamen to support you!"

"So, the best way for now is to stop fighting!"

The Earl of Wellington could hear how helpless Duke Edward's words were, and he could understand his feelings.

"You're right, a truce is the best way to go. My soldiers are tired, and few of them want to fight the Scots and the French! ”

The Earl also looked approving, and he still had some idea of the thoughts of his subordinate soldiers.

"So! Do you say the French will agree? The Earl asked with some suspicion.

"Huh!! Don't think so noble of the French, you have caused them a lot of casualties these days, and they are a bunch of hypocritical and shameless liars, they will not die for the Scots! ”

Duke Edward smiled disdainfully at the earl's doubts, and explained to him in a contemptuous tone. Obviously, he didn't pay attention to his old rival, His Excellency the Duke.

The next day, an envoy from the French army sneaked to Huntington and secretly negotiated a truce with Duke Edward.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed. After helping Huntington reluctantly repair the walls and leaving 2,000 men to replace, Duke Edward led a large army back to England.

Major Theo also cooperated with the Scottish army, which was more than 1,000 men, and the rest of the army was withdrawn to Edinburgh.

Duke Edward stayed at Hadrian's Wall for a week, when he received news that Major Dio had withdrawn his troops from Edinburgh. No longer staying, starting the army again and returning to London.

At this time, the city of London was as calm as before a storm, and the whole city seemed to have something brewing, full of unsettling atmosphere.

And the Earl of Boswell, who was in the middle of it, felt even more obviously.

Today, the Earl of Warwick suddenly summoned a meeting of the Regent Councillors, which was normal, but it was unusual to meet when the Duke of Edward was not in London.

Having been in this conference room for a while, watching the well-dressed ministers of the Council arrive one after another, Earl Boswell greeted them one by one with a friendly smile.

The atmosphere looked pretty good, but His Excellency the Earl still had an ominous premonition, especially the strange smile of the Earl of Warwick when he finally came in, which made him can't help but kill Cold War.

"Gentlemen! There is an urgent reason why we have summoned everyone here today in the absence of Duke Edward! ”

Seeing that the old Bishop Thomas was sitting down peacefully, the Earl of Warwick felt that the time was almost right, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and say.

"Bad news for everyone! According to the Chancellor's report, there is not a single pound left in the treasury! ”

Even if the ministers present were prepared in advance, they were still a little surprised, and everyone did not expect that the treasury, which was full of pounds some time ago, has now reached the point of bankruptcy.

"I think the tax should be raised, the recent increase in wool exports, if you increase a little bit, it should be enough!"

A plump minister was the first to give his opinion, and it seemed that he had come up with a very good idea.

"It's a great idea! It's a fitting thing to take some fees from that stingy group of businessmen! ”

"Indeed, we can decide this matter, we don't need to bother the council, it's simple and easy to use!"

Suddenly, one after another, ministers expressed their opinions and expressed their support.

"I don't agree with this, if we raise taxes, our economy will be even worse, and besides, there are many local gentlemen and nobles who are also in the wool business, don't you think there are too few riots?"

An incongruous voice suddenly appeared in the midst of the support, and a bald minister stood up and spoke sharply.

It seems that an opening has been made, and there are many voices of support at the scene.

"It can't be said that the merchants are a group of greedy people, and it is also appropriate to collect some taxes from them, not to mention that there will definitely not be many local gentlemen and nobles who I think will participate in business!"

The bald minister righteously and directly refuted the words of the plump minister, choking him speechless.

The words of the bald minister represent the values of the whole society, merchants are greedy and stingy, and it is shameful for nobles to do business, and it is humiliating to humiliate the nobles' families.

So he knew that the bald minister was talking nonsense, but the plump minister couldn't refute it, and he couldn't say that many nobles were in business, so he would offend the local nobles.

"That's it! Don't fight, I think the reason for the emptiness of the treasury is that there are too many riots in the tunnels! ”

Suddenly, the Earl of Warwick gave the plump Chancellor a staircase, earning him a grateful look.

"Yes! Blame the rioters! ”

"That's right, these people are damned!"

"I think it's the Duke of Somerset's fault, what kind of enclosure is restricted!"

"That's right! It's all the Duke of Somerset's fault! ”

…………

Suddenly, the style of painting changed abruptly, and the quarrel turned into a criticism meeting of the Duke of Somerset.

"Ministers, let's abolish the Duke of Somerset, and I think the local riots will cease a lot!"

"I agree!" "I agree!" ……

The bald minister suddenly stood up and made an earth-shattering statement, and also branded the Duke of Somerset as the main cause of the local riots, which was supported by some people.

Hearing this, the Earl of Boswell was ready to raise his objections, but strangely enough, none of the ministers subordinate to the Duke of Edward spoke, and none of them had the intention of speaking.

Seeing this, even though the sun outside the window was already shining on his body, the Earl still felt chills all over his body.

After thinking about it for a while, the Earl, who had always been timid and cautious, chose to sit down slowly, watching expressionlessly.

"So, since everyone thinks that the Duke of Somerset is unfit to hold the throne, let's start voting!"

Hearing this, the Earl of Warwick finally concluded and called for a vote.

The bald minister immediately raised his hand, and then the minister subordinate to the Earl of Warwick also raised his hand, and then the neutral faction, led by Duke Houghton, also raised his hand.

At this time, it was surprising that Bishop Thomas, who supported Duke Edward's accession to the throne, abstained from voting, and the meaning was very clear.

What was even more chilling next was that the other three remaining ministers also slowly raised their right hands, they also knew that they were embarrassed, and they knew that they covered their faces with their hands.

Knowing that he had no choice, Earl Boswell could only slowly raise his trembling right hand and hide his face.

"That's it! Since everyone is basically in agreement, and in accordance with the legal procedure, I declare:

Edward, Duke of Somerset. Seymour abolished the consulship from this day, i.e. from January 5, 1549! ”

According to the rules established by the Duke of Edward after his reign, only three-fourths of the ministers could remove any minister from the office of regent, and no less than twelve ministers were present at the vote.