"I know, sir!" The middle-aged merchant said indifferently, without any sincerity, and seemed to be perfunctory, and Sir Robert did not emphasize it again when he saw this.

"For those weapons, we bought!" Sir Robert looked straight at him, and there was something indescribable in his eyes, and he said word by word.

"Thank you for the weapons, please accept my thanks!"

Sir Robert bent down lightly and made a knightly salute, and the whole picture looked elegant and relaxed.

"We have always admired your righteous behavior, and we hope you can survive it, this is our greatest expectation!"

The middle-aged man also bowed politely, smiling, and his tone was sincere and enthusiastic.

"Of course, it would be best if you could inflict a heavy blow on this tyrant and force them to agree to your terms!"

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, the middle-aged businessman said a word intentionally or unintentionally, but then closed his mouth, saluted, and quietly left.

And when Sir Robert heard this, his heart instantly froze, and the original suspicion was infinitely magnified, this merchant was definitely not English, either French or Spanish, and at present, it seemed that the French were the most likely.

For now, though, it's important to get through it, so let's talk about the rest!

Sir Robert exhaled softly and held his forehead, he felt so tired now, and his energy was getting more and more unable to keep up!

At this time, His Majesty the King of London also received news from Oxford, and when he heard that the people of Oxford City were panicking, he couldn't help laughing.

"Jack, this kid is doing well, very good, hahaha!"

In front of Emma, the big-breasted secretary, Edward read the letter from Oxford and laughed happily.

And Emma was so happy to see His Majesty the King, and stood obediently aside, quietly looking at His Majesty with a misty gaze.

"Emma, don't you know, this kid Jack has directly taken down more than 20 squires, and the evidence is conclusive, this time, I'm afraid that most of the land in Oxfordshire will belong to the royal family, this is the happiest thing I have received today!"

The news of the defeat of the Marquis William came in the morning, this muddy guy who could not support the wall, the enemy rashly advanced, the militia of Northamptonshire was lost, and more importantly, he turned a deaf ear to his own words.

This annoyed His Majesty, who had always been more conceited, and if it weren't for the presence of the former Queen Catherine, he would have directly removed his title.

And now, Edward could only scold him, once again emphasizing the order to besiege but not attack, giving him a chance to make meritorious contributions.

This is also a helpless move, and the situation where no one is available is once again put in front of Edward.

For the time being, only the Marquis of William could continue to be appointed, and in the whole of East England, only the Marquis William, who had been the Minister of the Regency Council, was qualified to command the militia of the counties.

This aggrieved mood was finally released after the arrival of letters from Oxford.

"What a joy it is, my majesty!"

Emma squinted, her gentle gaze fell on Edward's body, and quickly whispered.

"Alright, let's go out with me!" Edward stood up, moved his stiff arms and neck, and said to Emma, who looked obedient.

"Is this true? My God, I've had enough of being here, Your Majesty! Where are we going this time? ”

Emma's face instantly froze, and she stretched her snow-white and delicate neck, and playfully hugged Edward's arm into her arms.

I don't know if it's intentional or not, but her soft and hard huge size made Edward's arm completely collapsed, as if he was stuck in endless mud, unable to pull out.

In other words, he didn't want to pull it out, and with a hint of enjoyment, he said, "Go listen to the play!" I think "Henry VII" has been fully interpreted! Let's go and enjoy it, this is my grandfather's story! ”

Edward's right hand naturally wrapped around the girl's slightly plump and tight waist, and even though he was only as tall as the girl's smart eyes, it did not delay his movement in the slightest.

"Your Majesty—" The girl was a little overwhelmed by His Majesty's sudden move, and turned her head to look at the somewhat domineering young king, her eyes flashed with surprise and a hint of nasality, and she said in a coquettish voice.

"Let's go, I think it's going to be a delightful drama, yes for sure!"

With a smile in his eyes, Edward said meaningfully as he met the girl's shy gaze.

Soon, the two of them, with a few guards, came to the Rose Theater without the knowledge of others, sat in the VIP seats, and sat on the leather cushioned seats with the maiden, and enjoyed the performance with relish.

It's a pity that the girl seems to be a little unaccustomed, she seems to be unwell, and the sound of vomiting comes from time to time, which makes several guards guarding the door curious.

And while His Majesty was enjoying his leisurely pleasures, a trial began in the city of Oxford.

Adjudicator: Judge of the Star Chamber

Place of trial: County courthouse

Plaintiff: Jack, Chief of Special Operations Division of the Star Chamber Court

Defendants: Including Parker. Matthew, Brill. The four great families, including John, and the other squire patriarchs, totaled twenty-six

Jury: Twenty-three people who were found on the improvised

The jury, also known as the Provisional Citizens' Jury, originated in the Roman period, and during the reign of Henry II, that is, in the twelfth century, the jury system was officially established in the name of law, and it was generally accepted by the people.

Of course, this is also the consequence of the British king's struggle with the nobility and the church for power, using public opinion against theocracy.

His Excellency the Chief Justice, who had not yet developed the tradition of wearing a wig on his head, looked bare-headed, and his big hawk nose looked red, and he sat on the judgment table with a shiny face, looking very funny.

But everyone present didn't look like a joke. Sir Christopher had a great reputation in England.

He was known for his harshness and meticulousness in England's high society, and some even said that he was the embodiment of Satan from hell.

He sentenced every case he dealt with with extremely severely, and it was calculated that the probability of being tried by him and being sentenced to death was more than thirty percent, and he was so famous in England that he was even more feared than the king.

First, the plaintiff's lawyer stood up, stated his arguments, and laid out the evidence in front of the judge and jury.

The defendant also hired a lawyer to refute the plaintiff's accusations one by one, although the evidence seemed extremely pale.

But this is the procedure that should be, even if the evidence is conclusive, you have to hire a lawyer for the plaintiff and argue for it.

The plaintiff's lawyer then refuted the defendant's lawyer's arguments, but his tone was flat, as if he was being drafted.