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Laura said calmly, as if this was a trivial matter, not worth mentioning.

When Edward heard such an answer, he also looked unexpected, he had heard too much about such trivial things.

"Isn't it that I'm too tolerant, why are those Catholics so presumptuous?"

Edward opened his eyes, sat up, turned his head, and looked at the plump young woman behind him, she was looking at the documents on her thighs seriously, under the long black skirt, the white and tender thighs loomed, and the slender appearance made Edward's heart beat violently, plump and authentic.

Edward spoke, with a confused look on his face, but his gaze unconsciously fell on her seductive legs, smooth, fleshy, and fine.

"Your Majesty, I have no right to speak on this matter, this is not my duty as a secretary!"

For this matter, Laura did not hesitate to refuse directly, she would not do such an easy thing to offend people.

Although her father is still a hot figure in England, he is not an aristocrat after all, and in a few years, he will retire from English high society, so it is better not to offend people.

"It's really boring!" Edward muttered softly at the corners of his mouth, his gaze creeping up to her round, slightly drooping huge, even loose dresses could not hide their bulges.

Seeing the anger in the young woman's eyes becoming more and more obvious, Edward smiled awkwardly to cover it up, and then lay back.

"Pervert—" Laura rolled her eyes in disdain as she looked at the king's back, muttering softly.

Lying back on his chaise longue, Edward breathed a sigh of relief, the timing was still not right.

"Then, Laura, remember, if there are still those Roman people sneaking in in the future, directly ordering the Blood Blade to arrest them, asking Rome for ransom, and letting them go as easily as before, it is too gentle!"

Edward couldn't help but laugh when he remembered the-like appearance of the Pope in Rome when he saw the ransom payment documents.

Speaking of the Pope, the current Pope Julius III, when His Majesty the King decided to reopen the Reformation, officially announced his ordination and called on all Catholics to put things right.

Set things right? Edward, who was angry at the moment, couldn't help himself.

By the time Scotland was fully committed to his rule, it was also the year he was engaged to Mary, and in 1553 Edward came to claim the crown again.

And, on the afternoon of the same day, he was crowned head of the Church of Scotland, which deeply stimulated the aging Pope.

Edward was still very willing to disgust the pope.

"By the way, who am I going to meet today?"

Just thinking about disgusting people, Edward realized that he seemed to be meeting someone today.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Laura didn't blink an eyelid, licked her rosy lips, and replied softly.

"A young man who seems to be from Calais, pretending to be a troubadour, is wandering around England, and you ask to invite him over!"

"yes, I forgot for a while, did he arrive?"

Edward patted his head, a young man from Calais, who seemed to be from a knightly family, and he really wanted to know about it.

"It's time to arrive!" Laura looked up and said uncertainly.

"Your Majesty, the person you want has arrived!" A young squire walked in with his head bowed and steady steps, his voice soothed.

"Let him in!" When Edward heard this, he quickly sat up and said with a solemn expression.

"Yes, Your Majesty—" The guard stepped back slightly.

But Laura hurriedly got up from the chair and tidied up her appearance, and her pretty face immediately showed a serious expression, which was a special taste.

Soon, a young man in his twenties who was about 1.7 meters tall walked in, with a soft face, dark blue eyes, pale blonde hair, and a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Judging from Edward's aesthetics, he is also a handsome guy.

"Alves from Calais is in. Besven, see Your Majesty the King! ”

As soon as Alves entered, he saw a young man sitting in a strange chair, dressed in a rich silk garment, with a hint of majesty on his face.

As soon as he saw such a picture, Alves didn't know that this was the person he wanted to see, and immediately bowed and greeted, with a respectful expression on his face.

"Yes! Alves, are you from the Besven family of Calais? ”

Edward looked him in the eye earnestly, glanced at the papers on the side, and asked softly.

"Yes, Your Majesty! I am the eldest son of the House of Besven, and I have come to report to you on the orders of my father about Calais. ”

Edward didn't look at him again, but at the document in his hand, a document about the Besven family.

Kevin, the ancestor of the Besven family, was only a merchant during the time of Charles VIII, but wisely followed Henry VII and fled to France with him.

Later, when Henry VIII returned home, Kevin was made a knight and owned three villages in the town of Besven in Calais.

However, the Besven family was born with business genes, and after being sealed in Calais, Kevin. By virtue of Calais's geographical location, Besven intervened in the business of France and England, Germany and England, and the whole family snowballed and grew rapidly.

Due to Calais's special location, the royal family used various families as an extension of their control over Calais, and the Besven family was also a member of it, and was an important member.

"Alves, what's going on in Calais?"

Edward looked at it for nearly three minutes before he looked up and asked.

Alves knew, of course, what the young king was asking, and he gathered his thoughts and said calmly.

"Your Majesty, after King Henry II of France got the city of France, the situation around Calais was quiet, and so far, Calais is as safe as a mountain!"

Alves' voice sounded crisp and mellow, pleasant, and coupled with his handsome face, he must have been the darling of the ladies at the banquet.

"This is the current situation in Calais, please review!"

Alves took out a booklet from his bosom, Edward's eyes showed a hint of interest, and the maid on the side hurriedly picked it up and sent it to Edward.

Edward took a cursory glance and found that Calais had taken advantage of the commercial development of England, and the economy was developing quite well, and now he basically paid tens of thousands of pounds in taxes a year.

In this regard, Edward nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile:

"Laura, get ready, go back to London tomorrow!

And Mr. Alves, follow me! ”