Chapter 162 Ask for help

  Glasgow is the most prosperous city in Scotland. According to medieval practice, Glasgow is also an autonomous city. Except for paying taxes to the king on time every year, everything is managed by the self-governing committee.

   As the mayor elected by the self-governing committee, Acheson is extremely satisfied with the current situation.

  His family is not only one of the few merchant families in Glasgow, with thousands of acres of pastures under their control, but also a number of political forces in the self-governing committee.

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

  The plump figure on the side hung two large juicy white fruits, but the nimble young maid used her tender hands to cut the leg of lamb into pieces with a knife, and then sent it to the respected mayor.

  Acheson took the delivered mutton and let it come into intimate contact with the spices on the plate.

   When it turned red, Acheson put the mutton into his mouth with satisfaction.

   Just like that, Acheson enjoyed his breakfast with a full face, and touched the plump maid's big buttocks from time to time. It was a really happy day.

   Acheson couldn't help thinking about it, and suddenly a city government official he trusted asked to see him.

  As a mayor, he hates working at home the most, but he has no choice but to be his right-hand assistant in the city government. He can't see him when everyone is here.

   "Clean these up, Minger! (Dunger cursed angrily, and Acheson stretched his brows, maintaining his composure.

   Then, walking into the living room, he saw a thinner figure with a smile on his lips, and then walked slowly.

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

  As soon as Acheson's voice sounded, the thin figure turned around quickly. A middle-aged man with a pale complexion and bloodshot eyes looked at Acheson, and his lips were murmuring something.

After seeing Acheson, Clyde seemed to see the support, and quickly walked over, no, he ran over, and said in a panic: "Your Excellency, the big thing is not good, highlanders, highlanders come here Already!"

   Acheson looked at the abnormal assistant a little strangely.

"What did you say, say it again! You're not joking, it's not funny at all." When the assistant mentioned the highlanders attacking Glasgow, Acheson's face was full of disbelief, his lips trembling, and his hands shaking The assistant asked in a panic.

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

   Clyde felt a little uncomfortable being shaken by his shoulders, but he still told the news he knew in detail when asked by his immediate superior.

  After hearing what Clyde said, Acheson was 90% sure that it was true, but all of this was still so unbelievable.

   You know, the city of Glasgow has not been invaded by Highlanders for nearly thirty years.

   "Hurry up to notify the members of the self-government committee to hold a meeting, it is a catastrophe for our city of Glasgow!"

   Mayor Acheson was a little lost. After a while, he immediately reacted and ordered.

   "Yes, Your Excellency!" Clyde bent down, expressing his understanding.

   Subsequently, the Glasgow City Council started a meeting.

   "Everyone, the Highlanders are less than twenty miles away from Glasgow. I think we have to make a quick decision."

  The chairman of the self-government committee, Mr. Kenyon, said to a member of the House of Representatives with a serious face, and said in a deep voice, his cloudy and sharp eyes swept across the sitting members, and then he sat down slowly.

  Kenyon has been the chairman of the self-government committee for more than 20 years. He has a lot of authority in the whole self-government committee, and his power is much stronger than Acheson, the nominal mayor.

  He clearly told the members of the committee who opposed him that this is not the time to fight for power.

   "Gentlemen, according to the investigation, the highlanders may be a large-scale activity this time. The tribes that have been discovered so far include Campbell, Grant, Fisher, Cameron and other tribes!"

   "As for the largest tribe in the highlands, MacDonald, they are still missing, but we believe that they are still coming back, and they are just on the way now!"

  After the presentation, Acheson sat down with the tactful, and now is the time for other congressmen to express their opinions!𝘯𝙤νℯ𝐥𝖇𝔦𝖓.𝑛𝙚𝒕

   "In this way, this time must be the biggest turmoil among the highlanders in 30 years. We must be ready to welcome those nobles who have fled! In this way, the price of bread may increase again!"

The navigator Keith, another representative of the political forces in the committee, is a well-known merchant marine leader in Glasgow. He likes sailing the most, and hates the nobles the most. He thinks that most nobles are trash. Nothing.

   As soon as this sentence was said, there was a burst of laughter in the meeting. The members were very happy to see the nobles deflated.

   "Yes, I will definitely arrange it!" Acheson said while sitting there.

   "Everyone, we need to know one thing. The Highlanders are a group of barbarians and lunatics. Although our walls in Glasgow are relatively strong, they are still far behind Edinburgh. To be safe, let's ask Edinburgh for help!"

  A middle-aged man who looked thinner said something slowly, and then closed his mouth.

   Acheson took a look and knew that he was a good guy in the committee, and he was also a well-rounded person.

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

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

   "Yes! To be safe, let's go to Edinburgh for help!"...

   Immediately, members of parliament spoke one sentence at a time, and the general meaning was to ask Edinburgh for help.

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

  Kenyon thumped the table and explained.

   "Mr. Acheson, the city government sent someone to bring the taxes for the first half of the year to see Edward VI, who is already the king of Scotland!"

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

   Kenyon said to Acheson earnestly, his tone unquestionable.

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

   Bending slightly, Acheson replied somewhat respectfully.

   There is only one chapter today. My uncle passed away at the age of eighty-two. It's summer and the weather is threatening! Some busy work at night!