"Who made us richer than London? It's a sin to have too much money! ”

Before the elder Cromwell could finish speaking, a man in his thirties next to him laughed at himself.

This is Adler, a banker who lives in London, a Jewish, who has been in London for ten years, but still hasn't fully embraced her.

During this period, Jews had no surnames and were oppressed.

In the Middle Ages, it was mainly religious anti-Semitism, which originated in the Christians' hatred of the legendary murder of Jesus, which was exacerbated by the exclusivity of Judaism (only the Jews were Jehovah's only chosen people, did not believe in Christ, did not intermarry with pagans, etc.).

In modern times, economic anti-Semitism intensified, under the pretext that the Jews had been rich by business and usury since ancient times (in fact, it was the traditional Christian doctrine of poverty and the prohibition of Christians from engaging in business, especially the regulations of usury, that forced the Jews to operate this way in order to survive), and exploited Christians to the bone.

And the reason why Adler came to London was because he asked Henry VIII for an account, and Henry VIII, who had no money, directly gave him a small mine as a loan.

So he put down roots, came to London from the Netherlands, set up a bank, and brought with him the advanced banking technology of the Dutch people.

Ten years later, Henry VIII's mines had not yet recovered their capital, but his bank had grown rapidly to become one of the leading bankers in England.

By accident, he went from a small banker in the Netherlands to a high-class man in London.

But he was still apprehensive that the dispossession of Jews was a common occurrence in the Middle Ages. That's why he's so sensitive to the king's demands.

"No one can take our property, and Adler, you Jew, maybe!"

Bruno, a salt merchant. Adam choked on him with a sneering expression.

After hearing him say this, Adler's face darkened, and the smell of worry became stronger.

"That's it! We're not here to talk about this, let's discuss how to divide the 20,000 pounds! ”

Old Cromwell glanced at Bruce, who had a meaty face. Adam immediately opened the subject.

"Needless to say, let's directly mobilize the council to raise taxes, those craftsmen and small traders have made a lot of money recently, I want to pay a little more tax, and they will be willing!"

Coal tycoon John. Thomas didn't even think about it, his words represented the hearts of the people present, and they didn't have the heart to give 20,000 pounds.

"That's it, but what reason do we think of to levy taxes?"

When Adler heard about the tax increase, he couldn't help but ask.

"Let's just say it's to build the walls of London to protect against the pirates who came suddenly!"

"By the way, I would like to mention another sentence to congratulate His Majesty the King on his pro-government!"

Old Cromwell sat there, took a sip of tea, and closed his lips with a gentle stream of words.

"That's it! Maybe we're going to make a lot of money this time. ”

Fitch, a young wool merchant. Kadir suddenly burst out with a look of surprise on his face.

After listening to the words of the wool merchant, everyone present laughed in unison.

……………… The dividing line of all evils..................

The last canonization of the Duchy of Lancaster was on 10 November 1399, when the new King Henry IV canonized his eldest son, Henry of Monmouth, Prince of Wales, as Duke of Lancaster, and when Duke Henry succeeded to the throne as Henry V in 1413, the Duke of Lancaster was again united with the throne and the Duke of Lancaster was abolished.

Although the Dukedom of Lancaster has not existed since 1413, the Duchy of Lancaster continues to exist as part of the Crown and is one of the King's direct domains.

It is also one of the only two remaining principalities in the United Kingdom in the 21st century, the other being the Duchy of Cornwall. To this day, the Principality is still the source of income for Queen Elizabeth II.

The English monarch would traditionally take the title Duke of Carlandcaster on his name.

Lancaster has more than 18,000 hectares, the size of Hong Kong.

There were more than 30,000 people in the entire duke, of which only 5,000 were freemen, and most of the rest were serfs, serfs of the Tudor royal family.

With more than 100 people, he came to Lancaster territory.

"Your Excellency, where should we go first?"

Looking at Sir John, who was on a horse and bloated, Baron Smith wiped his sweat and couldn't help asking.

"Phew—whew—let's go to Anson Parish first! It was the largest parish in the duke. ”

So saying, Sir John took up the water bag from his horseback and drank it in a big gulp, for the sweat was blown by the wind in this cold winter, making it even colder.

"Mr. Sir, we will not be cold soon as we speed up! Haha-"

As he spoke, Baron Smith couldn't help but quicken his pace, and with a whoosh, ran in front of Sir John.

"Reckless, coarse." Scolding, Sir John couldn't help but clamp his legs, and the horse under his crotch also sped up to follow.

Soon they saw a large white windmill spinning rapidly, the conspicuous target of the mill, and Baron Smith knew that the place where they were resting had fallen to-night.

After being entertained by their hosts, Baron Smith and Sir John hurried on their way again.

On the third day, more than 100 people came to the diocese of Anson, Anson Cathedral.

Looking at the solemn Gothic white church, Baron Smith and Sir John and the knights dismounted, ready to go in and pray.

The arrival of the group alarmed the bishop in the church, and the Bishop of Vaux, who was nearly fifty years old, dressed in white vestments, came out to greet him personally.

The old and dazed Bishop saw that it was Sir John, the Minister of Princely Affairs, and hurriedly quickened his pace, and rushed to meet him first.

Looking at the old bishop who was staggering over, Sir John also picked it up with interest.

"Mr. Jazz! God forbid, why are you here? ”

"Your Excellency, I have come this time on the orders of His Majesty the King to recruit guards!"

Sir John calmly accepted the old bishop's greeting, and then stated his purpose.

"That's great, tomorrow morning is the time for the service, and when the service is done, you can read out His Majesty's decree!"

The Bishop seemed to have encountered something pleasing to him, and hastened to help him with an idea.

"Thank you so much, Bishop, and may the Lord bless you!"

Baron Smith on the side thanked him gratefully.

"What is this?" The Bishop noticed Baron Smith on the side and asked with some embarrassment.

"This is Baron Smith, the chief of the palace guard!"