A Good Harvest

 "I have not known when reinforcements from your country can arrive?"

 Queen Mary unforgivingly continued to ask, originally rosy face has some whitening, polished white forehead with some sweat, thus showing how anxious her heart is.

 "Eh! That depends on the resolution of our King's Majesty!"

 The Lord Regent and a few other ministers who were listening carefully to the conversation on the side were suddenly filled with disappointed looks, as well as unstoppable sighs.

 "Nevertheless! I still think you and the ministers will drive out the wretched English! God will bless Scotland! """

 Baron de Voyselle had a sincere look on his face, which gave the impression that his words were from the heart. Baron de Voyseur had a look of sincerity on his face that gave the impression that his words were from the heart and that you should believe him.

 "By your good advice! I think God will bless Scotland!"

 Hearing these comforting words, Empress Mary's heart was finally a little better, and the expression on her face looked a lot softer.

 When the French ambassador had gone, the faces of the people in the palace were as grave and thick as they had been.

 "Your Majesty! I think it would be better to have Her Majesty's Abbey of Morholm!"

 "There is is where the light of the Lord shines, and it is also more secluded, and not easy for the English to find."

 Morholm Abbey is located not far from Edinburgh by the sea, an abbey hidden in the mountains.

 And Edinburgh was a port city, so there were a lot of ships around the harbor, and it was a convenient thing to leave Scotland from there, and Queen Mary was safe to stay there.

 "It is possible! It's all right to condescend in order not to fall into the hands of the English and marry that sickly Englishman!"

 Queen Mary gritted her teeth, obviously her was very different from what she had in mind.

 "Since Her Majesty the Queen Mother approves, it is better to do this sooner rather than later, and send Her Majesty the Queen to Morholm Abbey immediately today!"

 Earl Aaron with a serious face, there is a kind of severe wind line feeling, the crowd present felt that the original spirited regent is back again.

 "Good! I'll arrange it immediately after a while!" Empress Mary answered with her mouth full.

 "Your Honorable Majesty the Queen Mother, and Ministers, through this war, I feel that we in Scotland cannot beat the English!"

 "So? What do you mean?" Queen Mary couldn't help but interject when she saw Earl Allan disparaging her side.

 "I believe that the English can only be defeated by the French at this time, so I propose that Her Majesty be allowed to marry François, the Crown Prince of France, making our relationship with France even stronger! That way we will have peace in Scotland forever!"

 Look at the count Lord staccato play, the whole person a very excited look, seems to be by the defeat of this war stimulation is not light ah!

 Regardless of what was on the minds of the crowd, Earl Allan, the Regent, who was speaking, was thrilled in his mind, excited that he had come up with a great idea.

 At once, everyone looked at Empress Mary in unison, after all, she had the most say in this matter.

 "Row! It can be! The matter of Mary's marriage to Crown Prince François can be agreed to, for the sake of Scotland, I think Mary is willing!"

 In fact, Queen Marie was willing to have her daughter return to France to be educated, especially since her own father and brother were both powerful French ministers in high positions of authority.

 And marrying the Prince of France, she thought it was the best thing for Mary.

 Queen Mary's sympathy for Queen Mary was gained by Queen Mary again by placing her in the position of a victim. This cleared a lot of hurdles for her future reign.

 With the Regent and the Empress Dowager agreeing, the rest of the group had no choice but to agree.

 At this time, the city of Huntington, after half a day's scavenging, the cavalrymen who got off the take returned to the camp in high spirits, each loaded with a few large bags, and each with an expression on his face that was happier than if he had married a daughter-in-law.

 Looking at the fully loaded cavalrymen, Earl Wellington and the many knights also grinned one by one with a smile they couldn't hide on their faces.

 The old councilman who stayed on the sidelines, however, was feeling a heart-stopping hard-on at the moment, along with the 10,000 or so citizens who were watching with tears in their eyes how the cavalry moved slowly through the gates of the city.

 "Dear Mr. Councilman, you may inform the citizens to return to the city!"

 Mr. Count's words at this moment were in old Mr. Tesla's mind like a rain shower watering a parched wheat field, but administered by the devil.

 With tears in their eyes, Mr. Councillor and the citizens returned to their homes, which were as good as washed with water. The fact that the cavalry had some conscience and did not take their food gave the citizens some comfort.

 The Earl of Wellington returned with his knights to the camp, which was a camp, but really just a clearing surrounded by a wooden fence.

 From time to time, the Lord Earl stared at the literate knights tallying the cavalrymen's gains.

 It was actually quite simple, because the cavalrymen were taking things of value, so those copper and silver coins and even rarer gold coins were distributed by weight.

 And those antiques ah, porcelain ah! Tea and so on, are the knights simply a number, and then give its three layers of value, anyway, those cavalrymen do not know the real value, the knights also feel free to exploit them.

 For the sake of money, the knights exerted two hundred percent of their speed, and in less than an hour, with thirty knights counting, all the belongings were basically disposed of.

 "Lord Earl! It has been calculated that this time we can get about thirty thousand pounds worth of silver coins, and about a thousand pieces of antiques, also worth about ten thousand pounds, though difficult to sell for conversion into pounds."

 Hearing the knight beside him say the number in a surprised tone, the count-sama also revealed a pleasant smile.

 "Add to that the five thousand pounds sent on that occasion, and we've got a total haul of thirty-five thousand pounds this time, along with tens of thousands of dollars' worth of antiques, and it's a good time for a bumper crop!"

 "This time, each of you four hundred knights take three hundred pounds worth of silver coins, and hand over fifteen thousand pounds to His Excellency, Duke Edward, and pack the rest for me!"

 "Aye! Lord Earl!" The knight agreed without blinking his eyes, the one who reported to the earl was a knight of the Wellington family, loyal to the Wellington family for generations, and very much trusted by Earl Wellington.

 "The rest of the antiques pick and choose some of the valuable ones down! The rest are forwarded to the Duke of Somerset in my name, a token of appreciation for his gratitude!"

 "Yes!" After hearing this, the knight left to fulfill the task the Count had commanded.

 Three days passed in an instant. On this day, early in the morning, the Earl of Wellington, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by his valet, and arose to meet the arrival of Duke Edward.

 Standing just outside the camp, the Lord Earl felt the earth shake, and not far away there was a thumping sound as a large plume of smoke ran up.

 The Lord Earl knew that it was the Duke of Edward arriving with the remaining English troops, and more than 10,000 Scottish prisoners.

 Soon the Lord Earl caught sight of Duke Edward, who in turn saw the Earl of Wellington, and came galloping in!