MTL - My British Empire-Chapter 8 talk

  Chapter 8 Discussion

   As time passed, the coronation took place at Westminster Abbey, publicized by the nobles and gentlemen who attended.

   It quickly spread throughout England, and spread to the entire British Isles, towards Europe.

  An important town in the north—York, since Henry VIII suppressed the rebellion of the northern border nobles, York has become the central city in northern England.

  In England, it is one of the few large cities other than London, with a population of 30,000.

  The Frans Tavern in York City is the most popular place, not only a place that the guards like, but also a place where workers and free farmers like to come.

  There was not only a threepence mug of barley wine in the pub, but a liter of it. And I heard that the wine that the nobles drank cost as much as a pound for a small glass.

   "Tsk tsk! God! Nobles are really rich, who would be so prodigal and drink this!" Jomannonville, who owns 60 acres of land, couldn't help shaking his head in his heart.

   After Will usually farms his own land, he will rent the land of nobles. Thanks to the eruption of England's population, it only costs about fifty pounds a year, and the remaining expenses are only a little over eight pounds.

   It hurts Will to think about spending one-eighth of his annual income on a glass of wine.

  Although Will doesn't make much money, but in rural England, he belongs to the upper-class figures other than noble lords.

  Will walked into the Frans tavern swaggeringly, and the people along the way saluted him, but he just nodded slightly and went straight into the tavern.

  The tavern changed from the hustle and bustle of the past, and suddenly became quiet, which made Will hardly get used to it.

  Will walked into a circle surrounded by a crowd without thinking, only to hear a funny voice shouting.

   "The handsome and extraordinary Prince Edward was kneeling in front of the Archbishop of Canterbury, and I saw him..." The voice suddenly stopped here.

   "Where's the one behind?" "Oh! God, I have the urge to kill you now!" "Peace! You little bastard, believe it or not, I'll beat you!..." The onlookers couldn't help complaining loudly.

  Will couldn't help pricking up his ears to listen carefully when he heard the scene of the new king being crowned, but he stopped suddenly, even if he was a local gentleman, he couldn't help but blurt out curses.

  The young man in the middle of the crowd stretched out a finger, "I just want a glass of noble wine, just a glass."

   At that time, one pound = 20 shillings = 240 pence. Usually, a piece of black bread with a length of 30 cm was enough for a family of three to eat two meals a day, and it only cost two pence. And a pound exists almost only in the fantasies of the poor.

   And for the regulars who often come to the bar, it is also a big number.

  Boom! The atmosphere at the scene became lively again. People were pointing at Pease and saying that he had a big appetite and wanted to drink like crazy.

   "Hey! Ladies and gentlemen, don't you want to know the situation at that time? This is what my cousin's uncle heard from Baron Wallach's butler!" Pease said again after a breath.

   "The news is absolutely true! You don't know how exciting the scene was!" Pease said in a seductive tone.

  Will was a little moved when he heard this, and when he wanted to order a glass of wine, there was a sudden sound.

   "France! Give dear Pease a glass of wine!" "Okay! Dear Mr. Brad!" Brad from the next village shouted first.

  Suddenly, voices of praise for Brad echoed in the tavern, and Brad's reputation suddenly rose to the top.

  Will felt remorse at this time, and missed such a good opportunity to improve his reputation.

  In England, gentlemen with high reputations hold public office locally, so fame is no less than a sharp weapon for gentlemen.

   "Okay! Thank you, Master Brad, for the gift!" Pease carefully held the wine glass, took a sip, and enjoyed it.

  The people around were staring hotly, swallowing their saliva involuntarily, staring straight at the wine glass.

   After Pease took a sip, he immediately spoke up.

   "Prince Edward stood up at that time, and the crown seemed to have grown a pair of wings, and it automatically flew to the top of the prince's head, emitting white light!" Pease said exaggeratedly.

"The crown fell on the prince's head, and the prince immediately raised his scepter and said, 'I am the ruler of England, and I am the agent of God in the world! His Majesty is smiling!"

  Peace said that at this time, he immediately made a pious Christian action, and the people around him couldn't help but follow suit, praising God and His Majesty the King.

   After Pease finished speaking, he hurried out, came to a dilapidated alley, and saw a crack.

  Hou hurriedly reached in and took out a one-pound gold coin. His nervous heart was relieved immediately, and he opened his mouth happily.

   "Be happy! As long as you say it ten more times on such occasions, you will get another pound!" said a man covered in a cloak in the depths of the alley.

  Peace knew that this was his rich man, and believed that what he said was true, but he didn't want to get closer to him.

  Peace felt that this person was dangerous, and his body was covered with a cold breath, which made people very uncomfortable.

   "Yes! My lord, I will work hard." Pease flattered.

   "En!" The man responded coldly, and disappeared in an instant. Pease turned his head and left indifferently, looking for a new place to make money, oh no! It's the speech.

Madrid, Spain. Charles V was lying in bed, listening to his courtier talk about the coronation in England.

   "Oh! It's another Henry VIII! A new troublesome little guy!" Charles V sighed. The palace minister, who was reading the letter, catered carefully, showing his true dog legs.

Charles V is the son of Philip I of the Habsburg family of the Habsburg family and Juana, Queen of Castile (Mad Juana), Ferdinand II of Aragon and Castile Grandson of Isabella I of Leah, Holy Roman Emperor Maximilian I and Duchess Mary of Burgundy, 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 Franche-Comté in 1506 (the year his father died). When his mighty maternal grandfather Ferdinand II died in 1516, he became the owner of a vast domain that included his mother's Castile and Ferdinand II's kingdom of Aragon, Ca The Kingdom of Styria, the Kingdom of Navarra, the Kingdom of Granada, the Kingdom of Naples, the Kingdom of Sicily, Sardinia, and the entire Spanish America (during his reign, Spain’s colonies in America were expanded due to the conquest of Mexico and Peru. several times).

  As soon as he arrived in Spain, he had to fight against cities fighting for self-government, and some Spanish nobles were dissatisfied with his appointment of some Flemish officials in Castile. In the end, all resistance was overwhelmed by him, and an obedient and strong Spain formed the basis for his future galloping in Europe. He continued to expand Spain's absolute monarchy and use it to establish the Spanish Empire that dominated Christian Europe.

  He has a dazzling array of titles, enough to illustrate his power.

  Well, this is a public chapter, so I'll give it a go, hehe?! Everyone get ready, sit tight, I'm going to drive.

Charles (Carlos, Carrell, Carl, Carlo, Charles), by God, Holy Roman Emperor, Augustus Eternal, King of the Roman People, King of Italy, All Spaniards (Castile Aragon, Leon, Navarre, Granada, Toledo, Valencia, Galicia, Mallorca, Seville, Córdoba, Murcia, Jaen, Al King of Garvey, 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, Grand Duke of Austria, Duke of Burgundy , Duke of Brabant, Duke of Lorraine, Duke of Styria, Duke of Carinthia, Duke of Carniola, Duke of Limburg, Duke of Luxembourg, Duke of Gelderland, Duke of Württemberg, Count of Alsace , Marquis of Namur, Count of Flanders, Count of Habsburg, Count of Tyrol, Count of Gorizia, Count of Barcelona, ​​Count of Charolais, Count of Avatour, Count of Burgundy-Palatinate , Count of Hainault, Count of Holland, Count of Zutphen, Count of Roussillon.

   Thanks to Weiwei &#183 Cai, holding hands in 2015, Fan Ye has been in Aurora for three thousand years, 'lazy love is late, facbellum, stand alone for your support

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