Chapter 55 - The Quarrel

Edward was full of emotion as he slowly passed the children, already half-kneeling in the grass, pulled by the carriage.

 And the children for that matter looked up boldly at the luxurious carriage that passed in front of them, staring straight ahead.

 So many of them had never even seen gold in their lives, let alone a carriage made of tons of gold.

 After his first sight of Edward, Jack was captivated by the golden carriage under his seat, and his round eyes could no longer get rid of them, and followed the carriage straight on, and he would not get over it until Edward was far away.

 "Hey! Allen! Did you see His Majesty's carriage made of gold?" Jack asked his partner next to him, Alan, vocally, his face stifled red with a bit of excitement.

 "Grace! I saw it! Hear there's only one such carriage in all of England, and none of those lords have it! It belongs exclusively to our king's majesty!" Ellen's face also shone with apple color due to her excitement, and even her ears became red.

 The sound of Alan's words was so that Jack couldn't hear them without listening carefully. Alan shifted his position to the left, his eyes looking around for fear that the guards following the wagon would notice, his lips pivoting slightly in the manner of an old hand.

 "Jack! Keep your voice down!" Alan reminded.

 "Got it! But, Ellen! When will we both have a carriage of our own!" Jack seemed to be afraid that Alan he didn't know how to brag, and then explained, "I'm a regular wagon, not one of these gold ones!"

 After hearing Jack's words, Alan, who always liked to think, then remembered the rumors he had heard from others, and after some serious consideration, he finally spoke.

 "Jack! I heard that His Majesty the King has set up an organization called the Dark Blades, and that you can become a true knight with merit!"

 "Is this for real? Alan!" Jack asked incredulously.

 "It should be true, why don't we get a coach for a bit! The two of us together!"

 "Yes! We'll both be knights for sure!" Jack exclaimed, full of confidence.

 "Be quiet, you want to die!" Alan looked at Jack with a helpless look on his face.

 "Hey! Allen! Are yours real? I want to add one too!" A kid from the same dorm room mustered up his courage.

 "Me too!" "Count me in!" "And me!" ... Within moments, a variety of voices rang out around Jack.

 Edward rode ahead in the carriage, spending the journey alone in a state of emotion, while the knights behind him were each in a much different state of mind than he was!

 Baron Smith rode and led a horse in such a way as to incur the collective derision of his guards, and soliloquized, alone and at Edward's own pleasure.

 "Although they're all assholes, but at least there are more than 2,000 of them, this is considered the most powerful time since the counterinsurgency, and I guess it's also the last time for Iron Shield to enjoy this honor!"

 Baron Smith silently thought in his heart, the mood also has some loss, can not help but look to follow their old horse Iron Shield, once galloped on the sands of the war horse, and now even run some effort.

 And Alexander and the other knights were in a happy mood. It was not often that they, the squires, had the opportunity to see so many of them gathered together neatly in the days of the Seppuku.

 What a great opportunity to perform! Be sure to get your majestic figure imprinted into the minds of those kids, and your own Dravidian appearance will surely be passed down.

 So the various knights dressed themselves up in fancy dress and rode forward confidently on their horses with their heads held high and what they thought were charming smiles on their faces.

 In fact, the children were taken in by Edward's golden carriage, and the strange Baron Smith. And, of course, the always handsome Knight of Alexandria from to the end.

 Alexander Knight was already very handsome, and with his make-up, he was almost the number one beautiful man in the whole of England, and it would be hard not to draw attention to himself.

 And at this time in London, Edward Seymour, Duke of Somerset, was sitting in the Regency Council of Ministers! between them, but his brow was furrowed into a mountain, as he looked at the ministers who were talking before him.

 "I agree with His Excellency the Duke's proposal, since the act of dissolving the auditorium was implemented, the country's finances have never been better!" Earl Boswell gave an impassioned speech, really using all his strength.

 This Earl of Southampton can testify that he still has residual drool on his face.

 "Not only has the loan owed by the late king been repaid, but there is a great surplus, enough for a war!"

 "But! my Lord Earl of Boswell, has it not occurred to you that the barbarians of Scotland will not fold their arms!"

 "The expedition to Scotland during the late king's time brought huge casualties to our lads in England, which have not healed until now." The Earl of Wellington, who had been supporting the Duke of Somerset, did his best to turn his guns against Duke Edward's opinion, "Besides, there is no reason for us to fight with the northern barbarians, and the French won't turn a blind eye!"

 The Earl of Wellington, as one of the only nine earls left in England at the moment, has a powerful reputation in government and parliament.

 Indeed, one of the reasons for the current scarcity of nobility in England has much to do with Henry VIII.

 At the beginning of Henry VIII's reign there were still twenty dukes, marquises, and earls in England, but by the time he died, there was only one duke and nine earls left, and the senior titles were halved.

 To give an example of the coming year, he agreed to advance the Earl of Nottingham to the Marquis of Berkeley, but he had a proviso that he could not pass the Marquis of Berkeley to his brother.

 As a result, when the Marquis of Nottingham died, the earldom and marquisate were simultaneously succeeded, and the two titles were left vacant.

 Moreover, Henry VIII also deprived the rebels of their property and titles, forbade the nobles to keep soldiers, forbade the nobles to build new castles, forbade the nobles to stockpile new weapons, and so on, which strictly limited the growth of the local nobility.

 Henry VIII all but stripped twelve peers of their titles, Elizabeth stripped six peers of their titles, and by the time the Tudor dynasty ended, there was not a single duke to be found in all of England.

 "So, I think this proposal of His Excellency the Duke's should still be put on hold for a while."

 "I do not agree with the Earl of Wellington; I think the resolution of your Grace the Duke very wise; it is near half a year since all of us have been entrusted by the late King with the joint government of the kingdom of England, and the harassment of Scotland has never ceased."

 The Earl of Boswell did not give up the idea of support, but also wanted to evoke the collective honor of the ministers, face was hit this aspect of the nobility is still very important.

 "I think ..." "I think ..." The ministers murmured their opinions, and the whole meeting The whole meeting was a mess. Only the Earl of Walkley sat there as usual, smiling at the quarreling ministers, without uttering a word.

 "All right, gentlemen! This matter will be taken up tomorrow!" With these words, Duke Edward turned around and walked out of the conference room.