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In this way, our King accepted the surrender of the Church of Scotland with a smile on his face, and his whole person smiled like a child, and he was very bright.

That night, our King held a banquet on a grand scale.

This banquet, set in his own camp, was safe and magnificent, and the spacious main tent was extraordinarily magnificent.

"Campbell, what do you think we should do?"

The young Earl of Lennox asked, pointing to the distinctive invitation on the table, glaring at Earl Argyle with gray-blue eyes.

The name of the Earl of Argyle is Archibald. Campbell, in general, only close people can be called by first name, and ordinary friends are called by last name.

"Huh! Lennox, don't be angry, take a sip of tea, this was given to me by the king of England, I heard that in England, a pound of tea costs hundreds of pounds! ”

Earl Argyle, who was five or six years older than Earl Lannox, looked at him very calmly, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he said in a relaxed tone.

As he spoke, he continued to soak in hot water step by step according to the movements, and suddenly, a faint fragrance of tea overflowed.

Count Argyle sniffed, an expression of pleasure on his face.

The Earl of Lennox on the side turned his gaze to him, and glanced at the cup soaked in leaves, and His Excellency Earl immediately felt sick in his heart, what was there to drink from leaves.

"Campbell, it's not that I'm grumpy, but this Edward is too much."

As soon as he heard Count Argyle say this, Count Lennox approached him, picked up a cup of tea on the table with his right hand, and carefully observed the porcelain cup with a cyan stripe pattern on the surface, and did not take his eyes off.

"Hey—" Count Argyle reminded him softly, and when he finally looked away, Count Argyle said in a smug tone:

"These teacups were bought by my father from the Venetian merchants, and I heard that it cost at least three hundred gold coins to snatch them from the nobles, but they are very precious!"

The short whisker on Earl Argyle's lips trembled slightly, and he squinted his eyes and said with a sneer.

It seems that this opportunity to show his family's historical origin makes him cherish it extraordinarily, and his mood is much more comfortable.

"Please, this is not the time to show off your family background!"

Count Lennox had a timely expression of admiration and exaggeration on his face, which made Count Argyle feel even more comfortable.

And the vomiting in his heart is completely different.

"My Excellency, I can't learn your leisurely mood, the duck to the beak flies, as the commander of the army, don't you know our situation?"

Count Lennox was young and vigorous, and there was a hint of reprimand in his words, and his loud voice made the guards tremble a little.

I saw him blushing and his eyes wide, staring at Count Argyle tightly, his eyes full of anger.

Of course, Count Argyle knew that although it was Count Lennox alone who was complaining at the moment, behind him were other nobles, large and small.

As the head of the noble coalition, and after Count Aaron, the regent candidate, these responsibilities are counted on him.

"Earl, I know you're angry, but for now, we can't do anything about the young king!"

Count Argyle took a leisurely sip of hot tea, with a helpless look on his face, and directly choked Count Lennox.

"Didn't I know that after that scoundrel of the church surrendered to that Edward, our gold coins would fly?"

Count Argyle's face immediately became serious, put down the teacup in his hand, and explained.

"Now, the original army of more than 20,000 people suffered more than 5,000 casualties in the battle with the church a while ago, and the number of dead and wounded this time has also reached 3,000!"

"That is, we only have twelve thousand, and how many are that Edward?"

"If you add that group of defeated generals, it's about fifteen thousand!"

Count Lennox thought for a moment, and his voice blurted out.

"That's it, his strength can already crush us, now, we are not in a hurry to recover our losses, and think about how to reduce our losses in the next time!"

Finally, Count Argyle sighed and said with some sadness.

Hearing this, Count Lennox certainly knew what was going on.

The union of the previous period has come to an end, and now there is a time of contradiction between them and the English.

Former teammates England, after this war, their strength has increased instead of decreasing, while their strength has been greatly reduced.

In this way, the original partners turned into hungry wolves, and began to prepare to devour their flesh while they were injured.

"Okay, let's prepare, tonight's feast, I think, it's not that simple!"

After some saliva, Count Argyle saw Count Lennox with a sudden realization, so he sighed softly, patted him on the shoulder, and began to drink tea by himself.

Looking at the somewhat lost Count Argyle, Count Lennox gave him a meaningful look before he walked out.

In the evening, in the camp of the Great Army of England, all the soldiers kept their hearts on all the people who came in and out, and did not let go of the slightest suspicious person.

Although the banquet was reported in the main tent, the soldiers of England could not rest for a moment, but were required to strictly observe military discipline and not to relax.

So, when Count Lennox came to the camp in a magnificent aristocratic costume and in a carriage, he saw such a picture.

One by one, the soldiers stretched out their heads and opened their eyes wide, as if they wanted to see through people, which inexplicably gave people a sense of unease.

Ignoring the lowly nobles who wanted to strike up a conversation with him, Count Lennox walked to the brightly lit main account on his own.

The banquet was the same as usual, the tables were arranged casually, and the seats were not specially marked, so they were basically casual seating.

However, in this world, there are still so-called default rules, as a large number of Scottish nobles, who control the great nobles of Scotland, his position has always been at the top, next to the young king.

Or rather, to be at the same table as the young king.

On the way to his place, the invited nobleman saluted intermittently to His Excellency the Earl, who was already tired and tired, and the muscles of his face were a little stiff.

Naturally, His Excellency sat down beside Count Argyle, and then glanced casually around.

Suddenly, a thin old man with gray hair and beard and a gray robe sat there peacefully, his eyes squinted, as if he didn't care about the situation around him.