ps: Ask for tickets, ask for subscriptions, and the second one is a little later

After an hour of detailed discussion, the troubadour from Calais finally understood how the young and prosperous port of Bristol had provoked so much talk among them.

"Thank you so much, Mark. Mr. Antoine, it was my greatest pleasure to come to Southampton to meet you! ”

The two discussed for more than an hour, and the relationship naturally became intimate, and of course each other's names were announced.

The handsome poet bent down lightly and thanked him.

"My Mr. Poet, I am lucky to know you!"

Skinny tall Mark. Antoine's face was smiling, and his originally serious face was like melting ice at this time, giving people a sense of goodwill, and the sense of distance disappeared in an instant.

"Forgive me for my presumptuous invitation, Alves. Mr. Besven.

I don't know if I have this honor, please come to my house as a guest, after all, in Southampton, it is very rare to be able to meet you as a friend! ”

The tall and thin man made an inviting gesture with difficulty, with a rare look of request on his face!

"This—" The troubadour looked at him and pondered.

"I'm afraid not, Monsieur Antoine!"

The troubadour shook his head and politely declined, his eyes apologetic.

"I have some companions waiting for me in the hostel, please forgive me for my rudeness!"

"Oh no, it's my faux pas, blame me for being so excited! I guess you can forgive me! ”

Then, the tall and thin man waved his hand, and he also understood how presumptuous the invitation was in the current situation.

Inviting a person who has only known him for an hour to his home is not only uneasy for the guest, but he also feels a little regretful when he thinks about it now.

Anglo-Saxon has always been synonymous with old-fashionedness, and necessary and accurate etiquette is a must for people to get along with each other.

They are not Scots who have drunk too much and shout and call friends.

Thinking about it, the tall and thin man regretted his actions, he was a person with aristocratic blood, not those short shirts who worried about food every day.

The troubadour was also polite and polite, and after greeting for a while, the two parted.

Spring nights pass so fast that it seems that in the blink of an eye, the whole city is boiling.

Merchants from all over the world, ordinary people running around, in the narrow streets of Southampton Port, people come and go, people are boiling, a prosperous scene.

Troubadour Alves. Besven and his two servants looked at the bustling port of Southampton with great interest.

"England is indeed very prosperous, and it is worth my hard work!"

Alves strolled through the streets, looking extremely relaxed.

This time, he came to England not just for fun, but for a purpose.

The Besven family is also considered a large family in Calais, although it is not a noble, but it is also a knightly family, which has been passed down from generation to generation and has maintained the rule of the English royal family in Calais for more than a hundred years.

You know, Calais and Boulogne are isolated in France, basically in an isolated position, and the French are eyeing each other, and they are in danger of losing their homes and lives at any time.

Therefore, Calais and Boulogne have always needed the support of England itself, and the connection with the king cannot be broken.

Therefore, the main purpose of his visit this time was to represent his own family, as well as those allied families, to privately inspect England and find out how the young king who had been on the throne for many years was doing.

Second, it is also for the family to expand the business, to take a trip.

Since Princess Mary married Prince Philip of Spain, England and Spain have been doing a lot of business, and with the Spanish navy, which dominates half of the Mediterranean, allowing and caring for it from time to time, England's economy is like a dragon soaring, and the future is very bright.

Although Calais and Boulogne were involved in the trade between England and Germany and France due to their geographical location, the Besven family was also salivating in the face of the fat ahead.

Alves was amazed to see a group of uniformed swordsmen walk by him from time to time.

And the clean and tidy appearance of the streets also opened his eyes.

This is different from the small city of Calais, or from all the cities on the continent of Europa.

There is no sewage flowing on the street, and there is no feces that can be stepped on at any time, and the smooth and wide street is so pleasant and gratifying.

Breathing in the unsmelling air and looking at the endless stream of pedestrians, Alves thought: I should probably live in this city.

But before he could feel his feelings, there were bursts of noise and crying in front of him.

Raising his head, Alves walked over with great interest, followed closely by the two servants behind him.

Walking with the flow of people, Alves didn't need to look for it, and in less than five minutes, he was at the place where the excitement took place.

I saw that in front of a mansion, surrounded by hundreds of people watching the excitement, densely blocked in front, Alves could not see a trace of the specific situation.

He looked around and found that the neighborhood was full of mansions, the roads were flat and spacious, and all kinds of flowers were vibrant.

However, even in this place, which ordinary people dare not set foot easily, at this time, it is like a lively street, crowded, destroying the quiet environment here.

And what made him even more strange was that in this noble place, he heard the cries of women and children, and even the voices became louder and louder, which was absolutely unreasonable.

Seeing this, with curiosity in his heart, he took a step and slowly squeezed to the front under the escort of two sturdy servants.

Wiping the fine sweat from his forehead, Alves looked at it.

I saw that the spacious door was rudely opened, and the traces of damage on the door panel were extremely obvious.

And next to the gate, four people were dressed in black tights, with gold trim on the cuffs and necklines, red and black cloaks behind them, and sharp and majestic swords around their waists.

And the onlookers showed great obviousness, even if it was crowded at the back, but they would never dare to approach the group of people ten feet away.

Alves didn't know what these people were doing, but he could guess that they were government officials, and the civilians were terrified of them.

He glanced cautiously at the men, but his eyes were fixed on the sound of weeping inside the door.

I saw that inside the gate, on the grass in the courtyard, a noble lady in a long skirt was holding her children and sobbing softly, and the child in her arms was about seven or eight years old, as if she was afraid, and let go of her throat and cried.

A man in his twenties dressed in a gorgeous robe stood aside with a heavy face and was silent.