ps: Monday, three hundred chapters, after reading it, can you come to a ticket to comfort Lan Che's fragile heart

In our opinion, it is such a disgusting picture, but in the eyes of Marquis William, admiring this kind of picture of others being burned alive, his heart inexplicably produces a different kind of pleasure.

In particular, the tense and terrifying, or rather shameful, scene of the mob that had defeated him and nearly ruined his future was still repeated in his mind.

As long as Robert. Kate has been reminding him for a day: you have been defeated by a little squire from the countryside who has never led a soldier, and you have been beaten and fled, and you are embarrassed.

Therefore, the order from His Majesty the King was exactly what he intended, and this was what he really thought in his heart.

As long as he is gone, the shame of being defeated by a little squire will slowly disappear from people's memories, and his lost reputation will slowly recover.

After a few years, he was still the personable marquis, and his future was limitless.

Although the Marquis's eyes had been fixed on the two crosses burning recklessly in front of him, and the surviving warriors who knelt beside the crosses and were tightly bound one by one, he still thought about his future reputation.

Thinking that he would return to his original state in a few years, Marquis William unconsciously showed a smile of pleasure.

Looking at Sir Robert, who was gradually turning to ashes, the crowd began to slowly fall silent, and this moment of life was lost, after the initial excitement, and for a moment, the natural fear of death of human beings regained its grip in their hearts.

Then, the crowd began to recede like a wave, and in an instant, only a few upright soldiers in the shape of guards and three big men on the high platform were left in the entire square.

"Your Excellency, Mr. Speaker, the excitement is over, we can go!"

Marquis William showed a gentle smile on his face, bent down slightly, and said in a kind manner.

Seeing that the matter was over, the two big men showed a complicated look in their eyes, so they nodded lightly, and with the support of the waiter beside them, they slowly got up and walked off the high platform.

Marquis William also got up numbly, glanced contemptuously at the crosses that had turned to ashes, and the remains of those 'warriors' who had been roasted, and then raised his head and looked at the blue sky with white clouds, and the whole person suddenly became relaxed, as if he had loosened a thousand pounds of burden.

Walking briskly, he walked down the high platform, and near the high platform, there was a luxurious carriage, stepping on a small stool, and jumping lightly, he got into his own carriage.

Lifting the curtain, Thomas's thin body sat upright on the cushion, holding a book from London in his hand, as if he did not sense his arrival, and still watched with relish, with an interested look on his face.

Seeing this, Marquis William didn't play a prank or anything, but just slowed down his pace slightly, for fear of disturbing the erudite.

So, the carriage swayed along the road, and in the carriage, Marquis William closed his eyes and thought seriously, while Thomas, a scholar, held a book and read intently, and the carriage was as empty as ever.

After closing his eyes for a while, and slowly calming down his joyful mood, Marquis William looked at Thomas who was concentrated, and his heart suddenly itched, he wanted to see what kind of book this university scholar was reading.

Marquis William squinted his eyes and looked closely, and the cover depicted an elderly scholar in a long strip of cloth, who was talking to a group of young people around him, and at first glance he knew that he was a very good debater, and the young people around him showed surprised and joyful expressions.

To the right of the figure, three groups of words are written: Plato

On the left, there are three big words: ideal country.

Even if Marquis William didn't learn much in detail, he still knew that this scholar from Greece was famous throughout Europa, especially in recent years, when the literature-loving Henry VIII bought back a large number of books from Italy, which made the nobles who had always been fond of him buy a few books to enrich their knowledge.

Otherwise, when I went to shoot His Majesty's sycophant, I accidentally made a mistake, which would be sad.

Therefore, influenced by the literary atmosphere in the aristocratic circle over the years, Marquis William still knew Plato and the ideal country.

"Anyway, why did Thomas look at the Ideal Country?"

Marquis William's mind was full of doubts, and at the moment when he looked up, Thomas's gray-brown eyes were staring at him without blinking, which instantly embarrassed him.

"My Lord Marquis, are you also interested in this book?"

Thomas looked at the Marquis William with an inquiring look on his face in front of him with some amusement, and couldn't help asking.

"Nothing, Thomas!" Marquis William showed a smile on his face, shook his head slightly, and said slowly.

At this moment, the awkward atmosphere in the carriage suddenly dissipated a lot.

"I'm just curious, how did you fall in love with Plato's Republic?"

Seeing that Marquis William began to change the topic lightly, Thomas didn't care about anything, and explained casually: "With your information, I recently took a look at the young King in London, and the trajectory of the decrees that he has been implementing since his reign!" ”

Speaking of this, Thomas's face suddenly became serious, his eyes looked at the Marquis William who was sitting opposite, and he said in a dignified and serious tone: "I find that all the decrees he issued are very consistent with the views written on the ideal country!" ”

"So, I have been reading this book for the past few days, and only when I know this King deeply can I be ready to go to London, to the side of His Majesty, the most powerful King in England, to be the vacant and sought-after minister!"

As he spoke, Thomas shook the thick book in his hand, and there was a kind of excitement and helplessness in his tone.

Looking at the paper book shaking in Thomas's hand, Marquis William's heart suddenly ached.

Such a thick book, if you want to buy it, you have to have at least a hundred pounds, the thought of a small pile of gold coins in exchange for a book, and you know, his family is just a knight, don't look at the marquis, but he has no accumulation to speak of, for him, this is a lot of money.

Thinking of this, the urge to scold his mother in Marquis William's heart became stronger and stronger.

And his godfather ordered him to take care of Thomas, coupled with the looming figures of several nobles behind Thomas, Marquis William could only hold back.

So in the face of Thomas's trembling explanation, Marquis William didn't listen much, and he only had gold coins in his heart.

Originally, after the publication of the Bible, at the direction of His Majesty the King, the staff of the Royal Press began to make small-scale copies of the books in the Royal Archives on a large scale in order to generate revenue, and then sold them on the market.

After all, in this era, there are still too few people who read books, and if you make small-scale copies, the price will naturally soar, so that you can 'return to the original' and be worthy of the price of a copy and paper.

Thomas didn't know what was going on in the heart of the Marquis William, and he kept saying his speculation: "You see, this young King is gradually curtailing the power of the House of Commons, and burning his great power even more hotly, so that the crown on his head is even more supreme, sacred, and inviolable!" ”

"This is in contrast to Plato's ideal state, but he believes that the ruler should be given absolute rights, even to use lies to oppress and exploit enemies and citizens!"

"Moreover, let's look at the exam that made all the nobles panic and irritated last year, an exam that uses knowledge to determine whether or not to become an official, not to refer to blood!"

And this coincides with Plato's thinking.

He believes that politicians are dirty, and only philosophers are the embodiment of the three virtues of justice, wisdom, and goodness, and only philosophers can build a perfect kingdom when they are in power! ”

How can philosophers discern this? Only through the rigorous examination can we be selected from ordinary people, otherwise, everyone can be a philosopher! ”

(It's purely far-fetched, don't scold me)

The more he spoke, the more excited Thomas became, and he felt that he had found the ropes, studied them carefully, and would be able to go to London in a few days.

I am finally going to end this boring life and start to show my strength in England, and the nobles of that group of nobles will also submit in front of me for the time being, this feeling is extremely pleasant.

This joy can only be magnified if it is shared.

Thinking like this, Thomas glanced at the somewhat stunned Marquis William in front of him, and was satisfied with his surprised performance.

In this way, he can reflect his own wisdom and be a genius.

Thomas couldn't stop thinking about it in his heart, and he couldn't stop smiling on his face.

"Your Excellency, it's time for us to go to London!"

"Huh?" Only then did the Marquis William react, raised his head, and looked at Thomas with a puzzled face, with confusion in his eyes, he only heard the word London, when did it have anything to do with London?

Seeing the appearance of Marquis William, how could Thomas not know that His Excellency the Marquis was not listening carefully at all just now.

In this regard, Thomas did not explain again, and said directly: "Your Excellency the Marquis, we can go to London!" ”

"Why? Why do I want to go to London, I just want to take a break now, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable! ”

With that, Marquis William slowly stepped back with an injured expression, and finally sat down in the carved chair, but his eyes were fixed on the thick book in Thomas's hand.

Such an obvious thing, Thomas rolled his eyes, and immediately understood it.

"Your Excellency Marquis, I will return this book to you after I finish reading it!"

In this regard, Thomas had nothing to do, so he could only shake his head helplessly and said with a wry smile.

The money has already been spent, and it is impossible to return it!