Chapter 155: Ransom
"Good day, Lord Regent, and gentlemen!"
Edward politely nodded back to Count Arron, and by the way, to the nobles who were staying in the room.
"It's really offended, I didn't know that the Earl of Wellington had imprisoned everyone here so disregard for the dignity of the nobles, it was really a bad decision!"
Edward, supported by everyone, came to a chair, sat down without hesitation, and then looked at the pair of eyes with anger and fear, smiled in his heart, and then said to Earl Aaron, who was sitting next to him.
Of course, this sentence was also said to the nobles, and Edward did not hesitate to regard the Earl of Wellington as the backstabber, and of course he arranged it in fact.
"Everyone, from now on, everyone can come and go freely, and you don't have to stay in this cramped room anymore and accept this way that is not in line with the dignity of the nobility!"
Edward looked around, looked at a pair of blue eyes, and said with a big face.
Edward's words caused some waves among the nobles, and the nobles immediately smiled and began to chatter.
Obviously, everyone scoffed at Edward's explanation, but when they heard the news that they were free, the nobles were overjoyed.
Hundreds of people stayed in this room for more than ten days, except for the sleeping room, which was almost like penance for the nobles who were not willing to be lonely.
In Edward's ears, a series of words loved by nobles, such as roast sheep, beauty, horseback riding, etc., suddenly came, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he listened quietly, no longer speaking.
"Stopβ" It felt like it was almost over, and Count Arlen tapped the ground with his cane, diverting the nobles' attention to himself.
"Don't you see that His Majesty the King of England is still here? Every nobleman has no physique, do they still have face? β
Count Arlen glanced at the nobles and said sharply, then turned his gaze to Edward.
"Your Majesty, I'm smiling!"
"Where, I understand, the noble gentlemen can't help themselves, if I stay for ten days, I'm afraid it's not as good as you?"
Edward waved his hand, joking casually.
The nobles also smiled with Edward, and the scene became cheerful for a while.
"Your Majesty, I heard that in the past ten days, the Earl of Wellington has blockaded the entire Edinburgh and the port, is this true?"
Suddenly, a young nobleman with long light yellow hair walked out of the queue, stood in front of Edward, bowed first, and then asked.
Edward looked at the bold nobleman and pondered why he was asking.
The Earl of Arlen on the side mistakenly thought that Edward didn't know his name (in fact, Edward really didn't know), and casually explained: "Your Majesty, this is Archibald Campbell, Earl of Argyle!" β
The Earl of Argyle was a young man, looking to be in his twenties, with a rather lush beard on his face, and long light yellow hair casually draped, and a very Scottish person.
"Yes, that's right!" Edward nodded, he knew the Earl of Argyle, one of the four great families of Scotland.
"Your Majesty, I strongly demand that the Earl of Wellington compensate us for our losses, here is a list of my property damages!"
The young Earl knew that explanation was not enough, and by the way, he brought the parchment in his arms to Edward's eyes, which made him smile bitterly.
It's like a thief stealing the owner's finances, and the owner accuses the thief of not waking him up and disturbing his sleep.
Edward, such a strange nobleman, was speechless, he did not understand that although the Earl of Wellington had stopped their freedom, he had not prevented them from meeting their own family, so these loss nobles were well aware.
As soon as the young Earl took the lead, the remaining nobles scrambled to show Edward their losses, and some even sat on the ground and wept bitterly, looking like touching porcelain, Edward stroked his forehead, feeling that it was more normal for the nobles of England.
"All right, gentlemen!" Edward was so annoyed that he banged the table and yelled.
"We'll count your losses later, but now let's count the money you owe me!"
Edward stood up, pointed to the nobles, and said with a full heart.
The nobles, on the other hand, were stunned, unable to figure out when they owed Edward money.
"Bang Bang!" Edward slapped his face, and then, Luna, the housekeeper of the royal family, walked in gracefully from outside the door.
"Your Majesty!" Luna took her skirt by the corners of her hands and bent over to make a ladylike gesture towards Edward.
"Yes!" Edward nodded slightly, indicating receipt.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is my housekeeper, who specializes in handling the financial part, and next, she will tell you about your ransom!"
"Ransom?" The nobles took a breath in unison, their faces more exaggerated than when Edward entered.
"Yes, you have been captured by me, and according to custom, do you not need to pay a ransom?" Edward couldn't stop being dark, and his heart was extraordinarily proud.
"Earl of Arlen, Lord Regent James. Lord Hamiston, you need to pay a ransom of one hundred thousand pounds to His Majesty the King as the price of your freedom! β
Edward watched Luna straighten her little ass and listened to her crisp voice, and couldn't help but be happy.
"What? How can there be so much? Hearing the king's maid read aloud, he couldn't help but exclaim.
"Your Majesty, this ransom is unreasonable!" Count Aaron felt his face tremble, a figure that was so exaggerated that it was comparable to that of a king.
"Your Excellency, you are the regent of Scotland! And you are highly respected, and Scotland is indispensable for a day! β
Edward didn't hear the Count's words, but opened his mouth to praise.
It is a great honor to be so praised by the king of a country, and Count Aaron can't help but show his face on the ground.
"Therefore, the ransom payment for you is only 200,000 pounds, which can describe the great contribution and deep impact of your contribution to Scotland!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliment!" While the Earl of Aaron enjoyed the king's praise, his heart was dripping blood, two hundred thousand pounds, almost half of his family property.
However, he did not dare not agree, and the king was on his side and asked you for it personally, do you dare not give it?
In fact, the establishment of Edward's ransom is also exquisite, these numbers are basically set according to the property and official position of these nobles, and the number is about six or seven layers of their property, that is, the flesh hurts, and it will not be impossible to get it.
As for the sources of information, the infiltration of the Dark Blade in recent years and the exploration of successive kings of England are all available.
"Privy Councillor, Archibald Campbell, Earl of Argyll, you need to pay a ransom of 190,000 pounds to the king!"
"Privy Councillor, Crown Treasurer, Earl of Lennox Adolf. Lennox, you need to pay a ransom of 190,000 pounds! β
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Then, Luna spent more than half an hour reading the ransom amounts of all the nobles, and almost all of them had dead faces.
All the Scottish nobles owed Edward a total of Β£2,980,000, which was almost ten years of taxes in England.
"Oh! I forgot to remind you that when you pay the ransom, don't count the property south of Edinburgh, which is already mine! β
Edward did not forget to sprinkle salt when the nobles were in pain, knowing that the south of Edinburgh, Scotland is a lowland area, with fertile land and the production of eight layers of grain in Scotland.
Almost all the nobles have a lot of land there, and the nobles are bleeding more than once!