The immigrants who are working hard for the United Kingdom in the Americas, the people of London, do not know at this time, but London, which has always been busy and full of interesting things, has no shortage of new material.

He was originally handsome and slender, and because of several years of training in the army, he added a heroic atmosphere of a soldier, coupled with proud and luxurious clothes, in the busy and crowded streets of London, like a flock of chickens, pedestrians on the road have paid attention.

George was accustomed to this, and he walked briskly through the busy street in his soft and hard moccasin boots, and entered another busy street with round boulders.

There was not a single carriage on the street, and there were no poor or beggars, for they had been chased away by the patrolling police and chengguan long before they could enter.

As soon as George stepped here, there was nothing out of the ordinary, and there was no treatment to look at, but it was like a drop of water falling into the sea, unremarkable.

In this short mile of street full of luxurious shops, there are countless richly dressed gentlemen and aristocrats, plump and attractive ladies and ladies, and they look a little outdated in their way like him.

In this way, George involuntarily puffed up his chest, stroked the beard at the corner of his mouth with the characteristic ability of a soldier, and his eyes were like fishing nets, scattered to those white and beautiful aristocratic ladies, and walked through this wide and short street with heavy and calm.

It is called a pedestrian street, and the floor is made of fine marble, which is particularly stylish compared to other streets made of blue bricks.

This is a pedestrian shopping street, filled with high-end luxury shops, and the average family's annual expenses are not as good as those of an ordinary commodity here.

For example, George himself, as one of the directors of the Religious Affairs Authority, has a salary of only a few dozen pounds a month, plus a retired soldier's allowance, and his annual salary can reach three hundred pounds.

And what about here? An ordinary garment costs as little as fifty pounds, which is still inferior silk from Italy, and if it is produced in the East, it is at least a hundred pounds, and the price is not marketable.

So, in order to support his family and support his family's life in London, he had no choice but to turn a blind eye and go straight to the deepest part of the street.

The nobles and noblewomen on the road glanced curiously at this man with a military temperament, and then started their shopping journey again.

George walked in the deepest part and finally stopped in front of a bookstore.

This time, he needed a gift to entertain a friend from Italy, and this was the perfect place to go.

Opening the mahogany door, George's first impression was that it was quiet and clean.

Several aristocratic ladies dressed extraordinarily, dressed in long dresses of different colors, either paused or bowed, seemed to be immersed in the ocean, unable to extricate themselves, even if a male guest came.

"Sir, is there anything I can do to help you?" The well-dressed waiter bent over, and the two beautiful roundness suddenly stood out, attracting George's attention.

George withdrew his gaze with difficulty, and then was attracted by the smooth and beautiful face of the waiter, and then he said:

"I need a book from the East!"

"Sorry sir, books from the East are hard to come by, and they have already been booked, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed!"

The young waiter said embarrassedly with an apologetic smile on his face, his red lips moving slightly.

When people behaved like this, George naturally couldn't take a look at him, his eyes wandered, as if he was thinking.

"So, do you have any replica books? The content is the same, but it also has a Latin translation! ”

"Of course, sir, we have a few copies here, please take a look."

Then, the young girl's fair-skinned jade hands rummaged through the bookcase and found three small boxes, three books with an antique and oriental atmosphere, which were exposed to George's eyes.

I saw that the names of the three books were: Analects, The Mean, and Mencius.

Of course, George didn't know a word, but he didn't bother to choose a book, he directly chose the mean.

Because in his opinion, the title of the book seems more obscure, and it must be culturally strong.

When I opened it, I saw awkward oriental characters and Latin, and the order of the words was horizontal, which looked more eye-catching.

"That's it!" George said directly.

"A hundred pounds!"

Even if he already had an estimate in his heart, George was still shocked by the turbulent waves in his heart, this number was too high.

However, considering that he is about to be promoted and moved from this religious bureau recently, there must be no mistakes in this current task, and it is normal to have some blood.

Under the waiter's spring-like smile, George, whose heart was dripping with blood, stepped out of this expensive bookstore.

Hurrying out of the pedestrian street, George took a horse-drawn carriage and went straight to a nearby place called the Four Seasons Hotel.

The Four Seasons Inn is close to the River Thames, and the windowsills and roofs are covered with flowers and plants, which are particularly beautiful and fragrant in this summer season.

What's more, it is six stories high, more than 60 feet high, and it stands out from the crowd in London, which is generally two or three floors.

The merchants and aristocrats who came to London basically lived here and enjoyed high-class treatment.

I heard that it was built by the royal family.

Looking up at the splendid inn, George thought unconsciously.

"Knock knock!" The guard at the door of the room knocked on the door.

"Lord Bishop, George of England. Mr. Doulte asks to see you! ”

"Come in—" The man inside seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then an old voice came from inside the room.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency the Archbishop!" When he saw an old man with a wrinkled face and gray hair wearing a robe, George politely took off his hat and bowed.

"On behalf of His Majesty Edward, I would like to welcome you!"

There was a cardinal in Italy, and George certainly needed to be polite, even though he had already joined the Anglicans.

"Mr. Durt, this time I have come with a mission from His Majesty the Pope!"

After the others had exited the room, His Excellency the Archbishop spoke softly.

Immediately, with George's respectful listening, His Excellency the Archbishop took great pains to explain the purpose of his arrival.

First of all, the Pope sincerely hoped that His Majesty Edward would return to Catholicism (though with little hope).

Furthermore, the Holy See hoped that England would reduce its intervention in France and the Netherlands, so that peace would return to them.

When he said this, His Excellency the Archbishop's expression was a compassionate man! George almost vomited.

Thirdly, the Holy See hoped that England would be able to release the captured Catholic missionaries.

Of course, the reason why the Holy See was so mild, and the secret peace talks, rather than the direct reading of the rebuke, were due to the rise of England's national power.

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