Outside the Governor's Palace, there was a large crowd around them, all of whom were attracted by the performances of the Prince of Orange and others.

As the political center of the Netherlands, Brussels citizens are also very enthusiastic about politics.

When he learned that the three local nobles came to the governor's palace in beggar costumes, the melon-eating crowd also came in a steady stream, ready to see this good show.

In the Doge's Palace, the Governor of Orange and others categorically rejected the opinions of the Governor, and constantly reprimanded them, warning them to abandon this inappropriate act.

Outside the mansion, the citizens looked at the tightly surrounded governor's palace, talking and pointing, and they were very interested in the performances of several big nobles.

After some time, the Prince of Orange, the Earl of Ugmont, and Admiral Horn left the mansion with gloomy faces.

The Prince of Orange turned his head to look at the beggar's outfit on his body, which looked so dazzling at this time.

After glancing at the other onlookers, the Prince of Orange, who was very concerned about his prestige, showed a smile on his face, and greeted them a few times, and his pro-people attitude was fully revealed.

After greeting him, and with a friendly smile, he boarded the carriage, which had long been parked, with Admiral Horn and Count Egmont.

As soon as they sat down, the faces of the three of them immediately collapsed, and they were gloomy.

"Your Excellency General, it seems that the Governor has no interest in our love letter at all, and we have failed this time!"

Before the Spaniards, the Prince of Orange always adhered to the principle of silence, and when he encountered something that could not be escaped, he responded with silence, thus earning him the nickname "Silent Orange".

But in front of the Dutch nobility, he was a natural leader and leader, enjoying high prestige throughout the Dutch nobility and commoners.

Hearing Prince Orange's question, the Earl of Egmont couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and immediately responded:

"Yes, I didn't expect that His Excellency the Governor would be uncharacteristically unusually resolute in rejecting our proposal, not worrying about the strength of our noble alliance at all!"

Speaking of this female governor, Count Egmont was also depressed, and he did not expect that His Excellency the Governor's Mansion would be so resolute that there was no room for bargaining.

It's like doing business, always having to go back and forth to discuss and quarrel, but who knows that the governor refused, which was too unexpected.

"Humph!" Admiral Horn had a cold face and said, "The Spaniards are in the Netherlands, and the troops stationed in Brussels have been eyeing each other, so how can they have any thoughts about our proposal?" ”

At the mention of the Spanish army, the three of them couldn't help but be a little discouraged, and they all sighed in unison.

The Spanish army was famous throughout Europe, and the nobles, especially the nobles, knew how powerful they were.

The Netherlands had been protected by the Habsburgs for decades, and there were no military disasters that could have fought against the Spaniards.

Therefore, they still stated their allegiance to Philip II in their letters of submission, and they still provided taxes for Spain.

Now, however, His Excellency the Doge did not appreciate it at all, and ignored the imminent situation of the people of the Netherlands, and listened to Philip II with all his heart.

"In this case, we will have to follow the advice of the English and take Amsterdam! That's the only way we can cope! ”

The silent Prince of Orange looked at the two generals who also looked helpless and said.

The Earl of Egmont danced in a long-sleeved style, and in the whole of the seventeen provinces of the Netherlands, he made friends with many middle- and lower-class aristocratic officials, and was a well-known politician.

Admiral Horn, on the other hand, was the commander of the native Dutch army and the representative of the military, but the real control of the army was in the hands of Spain, and he represented the army.

The Prince of Orange is at the top of the Netherlands, is the lubricant between the Dutch and Spain, has an important influence in Spain and the Netherlands itself, and is also the first person in the Netherlands, the first person in the noble alliance, and the spiritual leader.

Hearing the Prince's words, Admiral Horn and Count Egmont thought for a moment, and then could only nod their heads in agreement.

If you don't agree, the nobles have been suppressed too hard by the Spaniards, and after the instigation of the English, the nobles are getting more and more angry with the Spaniards.

This time he pretended to be a beggar and submitted a love letter, which was just the last effort of the Prince of Orange and others, and it seemed that war was inevitable in the end.

As a businessman, how could he love war?

The three looked at each other and sighed in unison again.

Amsterdam.

In less than half a day, the news of the defeat of the Prince of Orange and others reached this northern economic center city.

Divided into more than 90 islands by 102 canals with a total length of 150 kilometres, Amsterdam is connected by 1,286 traditional arch bridges and modern drawbridges, and 16 locks regulate the water level.

In particular, there are more than 3,000 "houseboats" dotted along the canals, which make it a sight for Amsterdam.

The Earls' Court in Amsterdam is very quiet at this time, and the lively atmosphere of the past is completely lost.

In the hall, everyone circled around two people, one was the Earl of Fersen, and the other was an Englishman.

The Earl of Fersen did not mention it, but the Englishman, with a high nose, blue eyes, and long brown hair, and his lips moving up and down, was talking:

"The meeting will start later, and after everyone completes their tasks, Amsterdam will become our territory, and we hope that everyone will work hard!"

The Englishman looked at the Dutch nobles in front of him and said affectionately.

The other Dutchmen gave him an equally excited look of affirmation, and then bowed to Earl Fersen, and left in an orderly manner.

"Mr. Anthony, are you sure we'll make it?"

After all the nobles had left, the Earl of Fersen turned around and asked the England in front of him solemnly.

"Huh!" The Englishman smiled, then squinted at the earl in front of him, and said:

"From what I am aware of, many mills in the Netherlands have gone bankrupt in large numbers because of Spain's increase in wool purchase prices.

And your Excellency Earl, several of your family's major textile mills have also owe many loans, and if you continue any longer, within a month, your Excellency Earl, you will be in the bank's recovery, bankrupt! ”

"For now, the only way to get rid of the Spaniards can your family avoid the risk of bankruptcy!"

Anthony looked at the annoyed expression of the earl in front of him and said seriously.

"But, the Spaniards ......"

"You don't need to worry so much, it's just a failure, England will be the best haven for the Dutch and your Earl, and you can still enjoy a rich life!"

Anthony interrupted the Earl, and said playfully.

Seeing such rude behavior of the Englishman in front of him, Earl Fersen couldn't help but be angry.

But given his status as an emissary to the King of England, the Earl had no choice but to give up the idea of teaching him a lesson.

Fate! It's unfathomable.

But after the nobles left, they organized their scoundrels and warriors one by one and began to loot the Catholic church in the streets and alleys of Amsterdam.

The same was true in rural areas, where large and small Catholic churches and icons were looted, as were large quantities of gold, silver and jewelry, and the nobles of Amsterdam made a sudden windfall.

The townspeople and villagers followed suit and vandalized the icons, numbering tens of thousands.

It seems that monasteries and churches, already substitutes for the Spanish kings, come to destroy it, to vent their grievances.

Then, taking advantage of the status and influence of the nobility, coupled with the lure of money, the native soldiers of Amsterdam defected and slaughtered the few Spanish soldiers one by one.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, the mayor of Amsterdam reluctantly announced that Amsterdam was out of Philip II's control and would no longer pay taxes.

Unless Philip II agrees to the contents of the letter and pardons the League of Nobles.

The Dutch Revolution has officially begun!