ps: The death of a loved one, there is only one chapter.

The City of Glasgow, the most prosperous city in Scotland, was also a self-governing city according to medieval conventions, and everything was administered by a Home Rule Council except for the annual tax paid to the king on time.

As mayor elected by the Autonomous Council, Acheson was pleased with the current situation.

His family was not only one of the largest merchant families in Glasgow, with thousands of acres of pasture under its control, but also a political force in the Home Rule Council.

Sitting in a mahogany chair made in England, drinking wine imported from France, using olive oil extracted from Italy, eating a golden roast leg of lamb and yellow soft bread smeared with honey.

On the side, the plump body hung two large white and juicy fruits, but the young maid with nimble movements used her small tender hands to cut the leg of mutton piece by piece with a knife, and then sent it to the respected mayor.

Acheson took the lamb and let it get in touch with the spices on the plate.

When it was red, Acheson was satisfied with the lamb in his mouth.

In this way, Acheson used his breakfast with a face full of enjoyment, and touched the plump maid's big ass from time to time, this day was really happy.

Acheson couldn't help but think about it when suddenly a city official he trusted asked to see him.

As a mayor, he hates working from home the most, but, helplessly, this is his right-hand man in the city government, and everyone is coming, and he can't help but see it.

"Pack it up, Minger! (Big dung)" scolded angrily, and Acheson stretched his brows, keeping his composure.

Then, walking into the living room, he saw a relatively thin back, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then walked over slowly.

"Oh! Clyde, my loyal assistant, I am glad to meet you! ”

As soon as Acheson's voice sounded, the thin back turned quickly, and a middle-aged man with a slightly pale face and bloodshot eyes looked at Acheson, his lips not knowing what he was muttering.

When he saw Acheson, Clyde seemed to see a reliance, and quickly walked over, no, he ran over, and said in some panic: "Your Excellency, the big thing is not good, the Highlanders, the Highlanders are coming!" ”

Acheson looked at the perverse assistant with some strange looks.

"What do you say, say it again! You're not kidding, it's not funny at all. Hearing his assistant talk about the Highlanders' attack on Glasgow, Acheson's face was full of disbelief, his lips trembled, his hands shook his assistant's shoulders, and he asked in a panic.

"Ahem! Your Excellency Mayor, according to reliable sources, three groups of highland barbarians attacked the border villages yesterday, and according to some merchants, most of the tribes in the highlands are restless and have the possibility of collective action! ”

Clyde was shaken his shoulders and felt a little uncomfortable, but he still told the news he knew about his boss's question.

After listening to Clyde's words, Acheson was 90% sure that it was true, but it was still so unbelievable.

You know, the city of Glasgow hasn't been invaded by Highlanders for nearly three decades.

"Hurry up and notify the members of the Autonomous Council to hold a meeting, it will be a catastrophe for us in the city of Glasgow!"

Mayor Acheson was a little distraught, and after a while, he immediately reacted and ordered.

"Yes, Your Excellency!" Clyde bent over, indicating that he knew.

Subsequently, the Glasgow City Home Council began a meeting.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Highlanders are now less than twenty miles from the city of Glasgow, and I think we'll have to make a quick decision."

Mr. Kenyon, the chairman of the Autonomous Council, said to the members with a serious face, and said in a deep voice, his cloudy and sharp eyes swept the members who were seated, and then slowly sat down.

Kenyon has been the Speaker of the Autonomous Council for more than 20 years, and his authority over the entire Autonomous Council is much stronger than that of Acheson, the titular mayor.

He made it clear to the members of the committee who opposed him that this was not the time to fight for power.

"Ladies and gentlemen, according to the investigation, this highlander is probably a large-scale activity, and the tribes that have been discovered so far include Campbell, Grant, Fraser, Cameron and other tribes!"

"As for the MacDonald, the largest tribe in the Highlands, there is no trace of them yet, but we believe that they are still back, and now they are only on the way!"

After the presentation, Acheson sat down with Interest, and now it was time for the other councillors to give their opinions!

"In this case, this must be the biggest upheaval of the Highlanders in thirty years, and we must be ready to meet the fleeing nobles! In this way, I am afraid that the price of bread will increase again! ”

Another representative of the political force in the committee, the navigator Keith, was a well-known merchant naval leader in Glasgow, who loved sailing the most and hated the aristocracy the most, and he considered most of the nobles to be some waste, good for nothing but good birth.

As soon as these words were finished, there was a burst of laughter in the meeting, and the parliamentarians were very happy to see the nobles deflated.

"Yes, I'll definitely arrange it!" Acheson sat there and said.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we must know one thing, the Highlanders are a bunch of savages, madmen, although our walls in Glasgow are relatively strong, but compared to Edinburgh, we should ask Edinburgh for help!"

A middle-aged man who looked relatively thin spoke slowly, and then closed his mouth.

Acheson glanced at him and knew that he was a good man in the committee, and a delicate man who looked like a sick man all day long, and he didn't live long.

But he was hanging like that, and after ten years, he still looked like he was going to die, and others got used to it.

"Yes! Although we have a self-defense force of nearly 2,000 people, it is difficult to fight those highland barbarians! Even if it's to defend the city! ”

"Yes! To be on the safe side, let's go to Edinburgh for help! ”…………

Immediately, the parliamentarians said one by one, and the general meaning was to ask for help from Edinburgh.

"Well, since everyone thinks so, let's ask Edinburgh for help!"

Kenyon pounded the table and explained.

"Mr. Acheson, the city government has sent someone to ask for Edward VI, who is already the king of Scotland, with half a year's taxes!"

"I think he, who is already the co-lord of Scotland and England, should send an army over!"

Kenyon spoke earnestly to Acheson, his tone unmistakable.

"Yes, sir, I will follow the advice of the committee and send someone to Edinburgh!"

Acheson replied with a slight bend and some respect.