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The South Kenton borough of London is also known as the aristocratic district because it is the place where nobles and parliamentarians and gentlemen bought the most residences in London.

Unlike other places, the streets here are patrolled not only by the police, but also by security guards recruited by these nobles.

Therefore, although it is open on the surface, it is still closed management, and it is also the only place in London that does not have a 100-household district and a 1000-household district.

Because there are no civilians to govern here, do you expect these people to be under your control?

The London government doesn't have that much power.

And today, the whole South Kenton borough is as noisy as boiling hot water.

At this time, all the Scottish nobles in London, as well as members of Parliament, gathered to welcome the arrival of the former Regent, Earl Allen.

His Excellency the Earl's health has been very bad since last year.

Some time ago, when the other three families moved to London, the Hamilston family still did not move, just because of the old earl.

As a figure who has ruled Scotland for many years and is the head of the four major families in Scotland, the prestige of the Earl of Allen is extremely high among the nobility and the Scottish people, and he is considered the most well-known figure.

So, after he got better for a while, the Hamilston family began to relocate.

And today is the day of the arrival of the Earl of Allen, and all the Scottish nobles in London have gathered in the newly built mansion to await his arrival.

Of course, with the arrival of Count Aaron, there was also the last wave of nobles who migrated, about a dozen or so noble families.

At this point, 70% of the aristocracy of the whole of Scotland settled in London en masse and lived in England.

"Your Excellency, you have worked hard!" With the support of the maid, the aged Count of Aaron dragged his sick body and got out of the carriage.

Then, the Earl of Argyll, the Earl of Rannox, and David. Bishop Beaton's younger brother, the puppet patriarch, Count Beaton, rushed over to help him as a sign of respect.

"Ahem! Don't bother everyone so much, I can walk by myself! Count Aaron said softly, waving his hand, refusing everyone's support, and with the support of his son, he looked at his family's new mansion.

His cloudy eyes looked at the new building, feeling very familiar, a little strange.

"How can this newly built mansion be so familiar!"

"Father, this is according to the appearance of the hometown, imitating the original, and redone!" His son was about thirty years old, but he seemed to be intimidated by his father's majesty, and his speech was a little shrunken.

"Hmph—" Count Arlen glared at him with a soft snort, and then walked into the mansion on his modest legs.

The Earls on the side looked at each other with doubts in their eyes, they didn't understand how it was originally a happy event, how could the old earl become like this, they really couldn't understand.

After receiving no answer, the nobles, led by the three counts, rushed into the newly built mansion.

Everyone sighed as they walked, and it really deserved to be the head of the four major families, this mansion was exactly the same as the original one in Edinburgh, and the details were not bad at all, and it was really wealthy.

"Come in, everybody!" The eldest son of Count Aaron shouted at the little nobles who were still hovering outside the living room door, not daring to enter.

So, these little nobles walked into the living room, half happy, half confused.

It stands to reason that these little nobles are not qualified to enter the living room, and only those high-ranking nobles can go in and say a few words.

In a daze, all the nobles entered the meeting room, squeezing the originally spacious reception hall to the ground.

And the little nobles looked up, and the four major families were already seated, looking at each other without saying a word.

"Everyone, be quiet!" Count Arlen's aged voice suddenly sounded, and the whole hall fell silent.

He frowned, his cloudy eyes swept over the crowd, and the silent momentum made people have to bow their heads in submission.

Then, he closed his eyes and whispered.

"Today was supposed to be the day I settled in London, and it was a happy day, but after I saw this newly built mansion, I couldn't be happier at all!"

"This mansion is completely reproduced by my son in the style of Edinburgh, and it is exactly the same!"

"I'm angry!"

After speaking, he suddenly opened his eyelids, looked at the nobles who everyone disagreed, and continued.

"If as I expected, the same is true of your house, which has been relocated to its original style!"

"From this, I can know that everyone still regards London as Scotland, as their own territory!"

"But—" The Count's voice suddenly became louder.

"Everyone hasn't completely changed their minds, this is the territory of the English, the territory of the young king who led troops to Scotland twice, not you and my Scotland!"

As soon as the king of England was mentioned, the nobles immediately saw the figure of the wailing and buried nobleman alive, and they shuddered.

"So, before we cause any big disaster, we must change our thinking, otherwise it will be too late to regret it!"

Count Aaron's warning was like a slap in the face, which made the nobles wake up and nod their heads in thanks.

"So, about the house?" The earl's son said softly.

"Leave it as it is, right? It's that I don't have that much gold! ”

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"Your Excellency, those northern barbarians have all moved over!" The silver-haired butler looked at the Duke of Norfolk, who was still obsessed with painting, and reminded softly.

"I see!" After waiting for a while, the Duke squeaked.

"I had expected this for a long time!" The pen in the Duke's hand did not stop, but his mouth was whispering.

"Our Majesty! He was afraid that this bucket of water in our London would be too calm, and his heart would be uneasy! ”

"You're saying he's worried about us joining forces!" The silver-haired butler bowed and said.

"Huh! This is true of either king, as long as the crown is on. This is a natural thought! ”

The young king was happy to see the Scottish nobility relocate, which was one of his goals.

Unlike taking control of England.

The backbone of English rule was a large local gentry and aristocracy, dispersed and left to the king's kneading as long as he did not offend their collective interests.

But Scotland is different.

The aristocracy occupied the largest resources and population in all of Scotland, and the rest of the class had to eat scraps.

If the aristocracy concentrates Scottish resources on themselves, then controlling the nobility is equivalent to controlling the whole of Scotland.

Even if Edward conquered Scotland twice and controlled most of the rights in Scotland, as long as the nobles were still not satisfied, then the treaties signed would be waste paper.