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Looking at his safe appearance and the position he was in, Count Lennox's brain spun rapidly, and finally knew his identity.

"Maranka. Blanche—" Count Lennox's gray-blue eyes diated slightly, and he murmured softly unconsciously.

"What? Are you talking about him? Earl Argyle, who was sitting on the side, gave him a strange look, then followed his gaze again, and then asked.

"I think, Maranka. Blanche is the leader of the surrender of the church! No wonder you're amazed! ”

Count Argyle glanced at Blanche calmly, and then said to Count Lennox very calmly, seeing that there was no anger.

"Look no further, this old man must have been bought, the king of England is a good means!"

Earl Argyle sighed in his ear after approaching Count Lennox a little distance.

"However, for now, the most important thing is to hold your breath, I think, this young king will definitely make a move, we have to be ready!"

After saying that, Count Argyle's face was full of smiles again, and he looked extremely elegant.

In the following time, the two did not continue to talk, but had to get up from time to time and wave to talk to those close nobles, and communication was inevitable.

After the nobles and priests arrived one after another, the soldiers of five big and three thick soldiers held their breath and began to serve dishes one after another.

Of course, in the barracks, the conditions are still a little rudimentary.

However, a large-scale market was also set up on the left side of the army, in which there were hundreds of merchants accompanying the army, and the basic materials were still available.

Spices were too expensive, and Edward couldn't bear them, and those merchants didn't have so many reserves, so there was no spice at this banquet, which made these nobles who had enjoyed it regret.

However, there are still roasted meats, steamed fruits, plus some soft bread and strong wine, which are enough to entertain these bitter Scottish nobles.

For the nobles, the biggest disadvantage is because of the beautiful and lovely ladies who come to attend, for the nobility, without the ladies' banquet, its attraction is greatly reduced.

So, when Edward finally entered, he found that the bishops of the church were all in good spirits, and their faces were full of anticipation.

The nobles with the largest number of people were disappointed one by one, and the whole person couldn't lift their spirits.

"By the grace of God, His Majesty Edward VI, King of England, France, Ireland and Scotland, Guardian of the Faith, Agent of God on earth, Head of the Church of England and Ireland—"

The guards stepped in first, and then looked at the nobles and bishops with blazing eyes, and shouted loudly.

"Your Majesty—"

Whether it is a nobleman or a bishop, one by one they bent down and bowed, restrained the expressions on their faces, and showed a reverent expression one after another, all of them are acting schools.

"You may be seated!" Edward's eyes roamed among the nobles, especially the Earls Argyle and Rannox, as well as David. Bishop Beaton, these three have the longest gaze.

Slowly walking to his place, he sat down gently but gracefully, with a smile on his face, nodded, and then said.

The nobles and the bishop thanked in unison, and at last the feast began.

Foie gras, deer legs, roast chicken, roast lamb, roasted pears, boiled apples, and soft bread with honey were all on the table before Edward's eyes, and his Majesty's appetite was greatly reduced.

He has been tired of eating these things for a while, and now his appetite has greatly decreased when he sees them, and now he only wants to eat vegetables in his mind.

But he also had to pretend to be happy and chat with the nobles present.

"Mr. Earl, you should know this Bishop of Blanche!"

In Europe during this period, the so-called eating, as we usually do, was all about chatting, and there was no quiet situation when eating later.

Therefore, Edward did not have to worry about any rudeness, opened his lips, and smiled to introduce Bishop Blanche, who had a white beard.

"Of course, Your Majesty!" Count Argyle's beard curled up, and he said lightly, revealing an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Bishop Blanche is a well-known figure in Scotland, and His Majesty the Pope personally received him, and even called him the most devout believer in the Church of Scotland, how could I not have seen him!"

The two talked about Bishop Blanche, and at the same time His Excellency opened his eyes and looked here.

"In that case, then I don't need to say more!"

Edward turned his head to look at Bishop Blanche, looked at his gray hair and age spots on his face, and said kindly:

"This time, thanks to His Excellency the Bishop, otherwise how long would it take for this war to end!"

"Thank you for your contribution to peace in Scotland, and I salute him on behalf of all the people of Scotland!"

With that, Edward stood up, held up a glass of wine, looked around with a happy look, and finally said to Bishop Blanche.

Bishop Blanche didn't expect him to do this, and he was stunned for a moment, not only him, but also several high-ranking nobles on the side looked at the wine glass in his hand in a daze, and time seemed to stop at this moment.

"Shameless!" Many people scolded in unison, but there was still a smile on their faces.

In the blink of an eye, His Majesty the King, who immediately became the representative of the people and represented the will of the people of all Scotland, of course knew the thoughts of these people.

Our king didn't care at all, but was even happier when he saw these people looking aggrieved and wanting to say but not daring to say it.

"Your Majesty, it is my pleasure!" Bishop Blanche reacted the fastest, put away the stunned look on his face, and instantly changed to a touched face, and bent even lower.

Under Edward's gaze, Blanche drained the glass in one gulp, looking extremely happy.

"Very well, Your Excellency!" Edward followed suit, the smile on his face growing brighter.

After Edward said this, Bishop Blanche knew that this meant that His Majesty really recognized him.

Then Edward sat down, and he looked back at Earl Argyll beside him.

"Your Excellency, the present peace in Scotland has not come easily! We have to cherish it! You tell me? ”

Looking at His Majesty's compassionate expression, Count Argyle suddenly felt like he had eaten, and he wanted to say it but couldn't.

The meaning of this sentence, of course, was known to the Earl of Argyle, and it was the king who forced him to agree to peaceful coexistence with the Church and end the state of war.