Chapter 8. Arguments
As time passed, the coronation that took place on Westminster Cathedral was publicized by the nobles and gentlemen who attended.
The word soon spread throughout England, and had a tendency to spread throughout the British Isles, toward Europe.
York, the northern capital, has been the center city of northern England since Henry VIII suppressed the rebellion of the nobles on the northern border.
It is one of the largest cities in England besides London, with a population of 30,000 people.
The Frans Tavern in York was the most popular place to visit, not only for the Guardsmen, but also for the workers and the busy free farmers.
Not only did the tavern have a threepenny glass of barley wine, a liter of it. There was also wine to hear the nobles drink, a glass of which cost as much as a pound.
"Tsk! God! The aristocrats are so rich, who would be so defeated to drink this!" Yormanonville, who owned sixty acres of land, couldn't stop shaking his head in his mind.
Will usually farmed his own land and then rented land from the nobles. Thanks to England's burgeoning population, he could only get about fifty pounds a year, leaving him with a little more than eight pounds after expenses.
Having to spend an eighth of a year's earnings on a glass of wine made Will feel pain in his heart when he thought about it.
Don't look at the small amount of money Will earns, but in the English countryside belongs to the upper class besides the noble lords.
Will strutted into Frans Tavern, people along the way saluting and greeting him, while he just nodded slightly and went straight into the tavern.
The tavern was suddenly quiet for a change, causing Will to not quite get used to it.
Will walked headless into a circle surrounded by a crowd, only to hear a comical voice yelling.
"The handsome Prince Edward knelt just before the Archbishop of Canterbury, and only saw him ..." The voice stopped abruptly at this point.
"What about the back?" "Oh! God, I have the urge to get you killed now!" "Piss! You brat, believe it or not I'll beat you up! ..." The onlookers couldn't help but complain loudly.
Will couldn't help but prick up his ears and listen intently when he heard that it was the scene at the coronation of the new king, but it suddenly stopped, and even his cultivation as a gentleman of the place didn't prevent him from cursing offhand.
Only the young man in the center of the crowd held out a finger, "I only want a glass of the nobleman's wine, just one glass."
At that time one pound = shilling = pence, and the usual one centimeter long loaf of black bread, enough for two meals a day for a family of three, cost only two pence. And a pound almost existed only in the fantasies of the poor.
And a handful of no's for regulars who frequent the bar.
Boom! The scene is buzzing again, people are pointing at Pease he's come with a big appetite and wants to drink like crazy.
"Hey! Gentlemen, don't you want to know what was going on? This is my cousin's uncle listening to Baron Wallach's steward!" Pease gasped again.
"The news is a thousand times true! You are not to know how wonderful the scene was!" Pease's seductive tone said.
Will heard this with some interest and was all set to order a glass of wine when there was a sudden ring.
"Frans! A glass of wine for dear Pease!" "All right! Dear Mr. Blythe!" Blythe from the next village was heard to shout first.
A sea of voices of appreciation for Bread echoed through the tavern, and Bread's reputation instantly rose to the top.
Will was gutted at this point, missing out on such a great opportunity to enhance his reputation.
In England, local offices are held by gentlemen of high reputation, so reputation is no less than a weapon for a gentleman.
"Good! Thank you, Master Blythe, for the gift!" Pease held his glass heartily and took a sip with a look of enjoyment.
The surrounding people looked hot, couldn't help but swallow their saliva, their eyes staring straight at the wine glass.
Pease got up immediately after taking a sip.
"It was only then that Prince Edward stood up, and the crown, like a pair of wings, automatically flew above the prince's head, radiating white light!" Pease exaggerated.
"The crown fell on the prince's head, who immediately raised his scepter, 'I am the ruler of England, and God's vicegerent on earth!' At this the noble lords on the spot seemed to see God smiling down upon his Majesty!"
Pease to this point immediately made a pious Christian gesture, and those around him could not help but follow suit, praising God and His Majesty the King profusely.
Pease stepped out hastily after finishing his sentence and came to a wrecked alley and saw a crack.
Monkeyishly, he reached in and fished out a one-pound gold coin, and at once his nervous heart gave a sigh of relief and cracked up again with high spirits.
"Be happy! Just ten more times on an occasion like this and you get another pound!" A man covered in a cloak deep in the alley spoke up.
Pease knew that this was his treasurer, and believed that all his words were true, but he just wouldn't get any closer to him.
Pease sensed that this man was dangerous, covered in an eerie, uncomfortable aura.
"Aye! My lord, I'll try again." Pease flattered.
"Eh!" The man answered very condescendingly and was gone in a flash. Pease also turned his head away without a care in the world, looking for a new place to make money, oh no! It was a speech.
Madrid, Spain. Charles V is lying in bed, listening to his courtiers talk about the coronation taking place in England.
"Alas! O another Henry VIII! A new ungrateful fellow!" Charles V sighed. Miyagi, who was reading his epistle, heartily catered to it, showing his doggedness.
Charles V, son of Philip I of the Habsburgs and Juana the Mad, Queen of Castile, grandson of Ferdinand II of Aragon and Isabella I of Castile, grandson of Maximilian I, Holy Roman Emperor, and Mary, Duchess of Burgundy, was born in Ghent and raised in the Low Countries. His childhood teacher was Adrian of Utrecht (later Pope Hadrian VI).
Charles inherited the Low Countries and the Franche-Comté in the year in which his father died. When his powerful maternal grandfather Ferdinand II died in the year, he became the owner of a vast territory that included his mother's Castile and Ferdinand II's rule over the kingdoms of Aragon, Castile, Navarre, Granada, Naples, Sicily, Sardinia, and all of Western America (during his reign, Spanish colonies in America were expanded several times by the conquest of Mexico and Peru expanded several times more).
No sooner had he arrived in Spain than he had to fight against cities struggling for autonomy, and some of the Spanish nobility resented the fact that he had installed some Flemings in Castile. Eventually all resistance was overcome, and a submissive and powerful Spain formed the basis of his future European endeavors. He continued to expand Spain's absolute monarchy and used it to build a Spanish empire that dominated Christian Europe.
He holds a dizzying array of titles, enough to illustrate his power.
Well, it's a public chapter, so I'm just going to make a wave, hey? Everyone get ready, sit tight, I'm going to drive.
Charles (Carlos, Carel, Carl, Carlo, Charles), by the blessing of God, Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire, Augustus for ever, King of the Roman people, King of Italy, King of all the Spaniards (Castile, Aragon, Leon, Navarre, Granada, Toledo, Valencia, Galicia, Mallorca, Seville, Cordoba, Murcia, Jaen, Algarve, Algeciras, Gibraltar, Canary Islands), King of Sicily, King of Naples, King of Sardinia and Corsica, King of Jerusalem, King of the East and West Indies, Archdukes of Austria, Dukes of Burgundy, Brabant, Lorraine, Styria, Carinthia, Carniola, Limburg, Luxembourg, Gelderland, Württemberg Duke of Limburg, Duke of Luxembourg, Duke of Gelderland, Duke of Württemberg, Count of Alsace, Marquis of Namur, Counts of Flanders, Counts of Habsburg, Counts of Tyrol, Counts of Gorizia, Counts of Barcelona, Counts of Charleroi, Counts of Awatu, Counts of Burgundy-Pfalz, Counts of Arnaud, Counts of the Netherlands, Counts of Jutphin, Counts of Roussillon.