ps: Ask for tickets, ask for collections

After saying this rewarding word, Edward turned and left, returned to his room and began to sleep.

And Guy can only leave Whitehall Palace with mixed feelings and return to his residence.

The next day, in the lively London neighborhood, details of the previous night began to circulate.

Like all capitals, the commoners and citizens of London were fond of discussing politics, especially about the life of His Majesty.

Like all pubs, Papa's Bath Pub, located in the heart of the downtown area, is always full of talkers.

No, it wasn't even nine o'clock, and dozens of people had gathered in the bar more than a hundred feet, making the eyes of the bar owner, Bass Daddy, narrow into a line.

Sitting in front of Daddy Bass in the wine cabinet, a glass of barley wine was pricked up, listening carefully to the boasting of a loud middle-aged man in the center of the crowd.

The reason why it is said to be boasting is only because Daddy Buzz is not too familiar with this middle-aged man.

With brown curly hair and a pair of blue eyes that are common among Anglo-Saxon England, what stands out is his figure.

In this era of general thinness among the common people, only the nobles and local gentlemen, as well as the wealthy merchants, were entitled to the title of fat.

However, this middle-aged man has a plumper figure than ordinary people, and he also has a nose peculiar to alcoholics.

Daddy Buzz knew that the middle-aged man was called Peter, and he was nicknamed Peter the Drunkard.

Because one of his relatives was a judge of the Star Chamber Court, he took care of him as a small dock worker on the docks, and he liked to hang out at his bar all day long.

"I tell you, I didn't blow it, last night, I saw with my own eyes, a group of people, a large group of people in red cloaks."

Peter's exaggerated range of movements to describe the number of people he saw that night can be described as emotional.

"Don't you see that they have terrible runes on their clothes and masks made of human bones on their faces! Everyone is holding a thick thigh bone in their hands, and the whole person looks eerie! ”

Hearing Peter's description, the audience in the audience took a breath of cold air.

And Peter's frightened face at the right time seemed to highlight the horror of that night.

"I followed behind, watching them walk step by step to Mr. Cromwell's mansion, directly killing all the manservants who stood in the way and the servants who passed by on the road, all the way to Mr. Cromwell's room, and captured Cromwell and his son alive!"

"When they left, the whole mansion was bleeding, and when I saw this, I hurried home, and the wine was sober!"

Peter patted his chest and said in a fluke tone, which couldn't help but increase everyone's trust in him.

"Well, for the sake of this wine, I'll say so much, if you want to know more, unless you have another one!"

Seeing the convinced expressions of the group of people around him, Peter directly drank a large glass of barley wine in front of him, shook his head and said.

"Cut-" "You're getting drunk, and you're still drinking!" ”…………

When the audience heard that Peter still wanted to drink after the end, they dispersed and went to drink.

Peter touched his big burgundy nose, shook his head helplessly, and then walked to the counter, looked at Daddy Bass with a teasing look, and said loudly:

"Daddy, bring me another glass of wine and give me a crush!"

"Hey! Peter, you had a lot of courage last night! ”

Daddy Bass poured the empty glass in front of him, and his tone was full of ridicule.

"Hey, hey! It's just to tease this group of dirt buns, and by the way, get a glass of wine to drink! ”

Peter drank a third of a glass of wine in one go, and after burping, he said indifferently.

"But I do know who those people were who showed off last night?"

"Oh! These have piqued my interest, let's talk about it! ”

Peter's mysterious appearance successfully aroused the interest of Daddy Bass, and he couldn't help but ask.

Peter didn't speak, just silently looked at the glass in front of him.

Daddy Bass smiled, picked up the keg and filled his glass.

"Excellent! According to one of my relatives, last night, Darkblade brought in a group of prisoners and held them in the Star Chamber. ”

Peter nodded in satisfaction, and then took another sip.

"It seems that this organization called 'Dark Blade' is very powerful!" Daddy Buzz sighed.

"That's, killing people without blinking!" Peter replied casually.

……………… Dividing line ..................

At this time, His Majesty Edward, who had slept late last night, finally woke up.

Under Lucy's service, Edward dressed, washed, and appeared in the mirror in good spirits.

"Lucy, has anyone asked to see me?" Edward asked, admiring himself in the mirror.

"Your Majesty, early in the morning, Archbishop Thomas has come to see you!"

"However, on the pretext that you are still resting, let him rest and wait in the living room!"

Lucy heard Edward's question and replied with a hint of playfulness.

"Good! Take me to him. Edward didn't think about it, and said casually.

"You haven't eaten yet! Why don't you go to dinner first, and then go and meet him! ”

"Okay, I'll go eat first, and then let it cool off my dear bishop!"

Edward's eyes rolled when he heard Lucy's admonition, and then he chose to go to dinner again.

In the drawing room, the aged Bishop Thomas was in a bad mood, having been in a bad mood since hearing what had happened last night.

He didn't expect that this little king would be so resolute and take down the seven most influential parliamentarians in London within a few days of being in power.

What's even more intriguing is that although there is no direct evidence that the Earl of Warwick was scared away by the little king, it is a fact that the Covert Blade rushed to the Earl's Court afterwards.

This incident made him feel a little frightened, and he inexplicably remembered Henry VIII, the king who killed the queen and courtiers at will, and his strong personality was a headache.

Having been here for some time, the Bishop has been thinking about how to persuade the little king to cancel his hunt for the Earl of Warwick.

Especially when he had already fled, he could not interrupt the tacit understanding between the nobles, nor could he lose the face of England.

As the thoughts continued, and as time passed, the bishop's face became more and more ugly.

At this moment, His Majesty finally came to the drawing room and met Archbishop Thomas, who had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Good day, my majesty!"

"Good day, Lord Bishop!"

After greeting each other, the two sat down on chairs facing each other.

After a moment of silence, Bishop Thomas was the first to break the atmosphere.

"My Majesty, the Earl of Warwick left London unexpectedly last night, you know!"

"Yes, I just got the news, and I'm curious about it!"

Edward took the conversation casually, and looked puzzled very cooperatively.

"I don't know why, it's really intriguing!"

For Edward, who was pretending to be stupid in front of him, the corners of Bishop Thomas's mouth twitched.

"Your Majesty, the Earl of Warwick has always worked tirelessly for the royal family, and he has made a great contribution!"

"Yes, Bishop, I think of the Duke of Somerset, who also worked for the royal family, but he was attacked by a group of pirates, but fortunately nothing happened!"

"But, yesterday it was him, tomorrow it could be you and me. Don't you think the London Home Rule Council should be abolished for our safety? ”

Edward did not take the bishop's words, and got involved with the London Home Rule Council.

Hearing Edward's words, Bishop Thomas knew that this was Edward's condition, and if he did not agree to this request, the Earl of Warwick would probably be wanted in the next moment.

"Yes, you are absolutely right, the London Home Rule Council should indeed be abolished, and a group of businessmen have terrible governance of London!"

Bishop Thomas agreed to this request very happily, and as a believer in God, he despised the merchant from the bottom of his heart.

Even if they donate a large sum of pounds to the Church of England every year.

Edward was not surprised by Bishop Thomas's readily agreed, and everyone had no psychological burden to betray the interests of others.

"Also, didn't you notice? Is the Regency Board inefficient? Moreover, it is not in line with English tradition! ”

Edward did not easily agree to Bishop Thomas's forgiveness of the Earl of Warwick, nor did he refuse, but only silently said a word.

When Bishop Thomas heard this, his heart churned, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He didn't expect that the little king in front of him had such a big appetite, and he wanted to remove the obstacles to power at once.

And in this way, there will be no checks and balances on the king's power, and it will become like Henry VIII, unscrupulous, and even he will be terrified.

However, if he did not agree, in a few years, sooner or later, the little king would take power himself, and his attitude towards the Reformation would be in question.

Seeing Bishop Thomas, who was silent for a while, and didn't know what to fight in his heart, Edward just waited silently.

After ten minutes, Bishop Thomas's gaze began to converge again, and his whole spirit became a little decadent.

Sighing, the Bishop said helplessly: "Of course, the establishment of the Regency Council is against English tradition, and it is to assist you in ruling England!" ”

"And for now, I believe that your ability is enough to govern England, and the Regency Council can be abolished!"

After saying these words, it seemed that Archbishop Thomas had exhausted his strength, and his face was full of exhaustion.

Hearing Bishop Thomas's words, Edward smiled with satisfaction.

"Don't worry, the Earl of Warwick has nothing to do, it's just a merchant who falsely accused him, I have ordered the Darkblade to investigate, and I will definitely return the Earl's innocence!"

Edward's righteous words reassured.