My British Empire

  Chapter 75 Undercurrent and Rising (1)

  This discussion finally took the opinion of Bishop Braun as the target of action, and everyone dispersed immediately.

  Thus, in Chester, the busy city citizens and the farmers who are working hard for their lives have not noticed at all what kind of intense undercurrent is brewing under this quiet and peaceful life.

  Di Village, a village named after the River Dee. Due to the irrigation of the river, the entire village has nearly 500 people. In the Middle Ages, it was already a large village, and it became a knight's fiefdom.

   Knight Poul Bard is the person with the highest status and the highest prestige in Di Village.

   Not only because he owns nearly 800 acres of land in the entire village, but also nearly 1,500 acres of mountain forests. The most important thing is that most of the villagers live by renting his land.

   What surprised the villagers was that the knight, who always liked to ride his BMW early in the morning, did not appear, which was really beyond the expectations of the villagers. After all, it is really confusing that something that has become a habit suddenly does not happen one day.

At this time, the lively living room of Knight Bud's house was tightly closed. A few robust servants were guarding the door of the living room, their eyes wide open, as if they were going to eat people. .

  Master Bud was sitting on a chair with a serious face, as if he was listening, but some gray hair revealed his age.

   "Respected Bard Knight, in order to maintain the glory of the Lord, we need you to join, what is your wish?"

  The young Priest Crewe talked a lot, just to convince the middle-aged knight in front of him that he was a famous knight near Chester.

  According to rumors, Knight Bard has respected the guidance of the Bible all his life and worked hard to become a perfect knight, so he has been respected by farmers in several nearby villages.

   Moreover, his reputation for being stingy is widely spread. It is said that he only likes to ride a horse for a walk every day, and has no other hobbies.

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  So he accumulated a lot of wealth, which made his reputation even further.

  "Mr. Priest, I am extremely honored to defend the glory of the Lord. If you have any needs, please tell me!"

   Knight Bard spoke boldly, not at all as stingy as rumored outside.

   "We hope that you can participate in this action to safeguard the glory of the Lord, and come together to save the lambs of the Lord!" Upon hearing that Knight Bard was so direct, Priest Crewe said with joy and couldn't wait.

   "Oh! No way, I'm getting old, and now it's hard for me to walk, let alone take part in actions!"

   "Why don't you put my name on it! Let me also participate in this battle of faith!"

   Knight Bard pretended to be in pain, and thumped his strong arm, his face full of helplessness.

   "Old fox! You only think about the benefits and don't pay at all. What a good plan!"

   Priest Crewe clenched his fists calmly, but still had a smile on his face.

   "Let's do this! In order to show my devotion to the Lord, I can contribute ten pounds to this operation, no! fifty pounds!"

   Knight Bard said to the young manservant beside him with a pained look on his face.

   "Yes! Master!" The young manservant responded respectfully.

   "Since this is the case, then I will interrupt, goodbye, dear Bard knight!"

  Hearing this, the young Priest Crewe took the fifty pounds he had received and the title bestowed by the Knight of Bard, and gritted his teeth to say goodbye.

  In this way, the whole of Cheshire is full of priests of all colors coming and going, linking up the power of the people everywhere.

On October 16, 1547, in a small church in Chester, the capital of Cheshire, dozens of young priests and hundreds of fanatical Catholics gathered in this sealed church, slowly silent with.

   "Believers of the Lord! The Duke of Somerset in London is a heretic. He betrayed the supreme Lord and shamefully surrendered to those hateful heretics!"

  "We can't count on those gentlemen in London, the glory of maintaining the Lord is up to us! Don't be afraid, we are born with original sin, and this action can wash away our sins from our bodies!"

  “We will be watched by the Lord in heaven, and after we die, we will ascend to heaven and enjoy the extremely pleasant life in heaven!”

   "Restore the glory of the Lord and destroy that group of heretics!"

  The young Priest Crewe shouted loudly, his tone full of fanaticism.

   "Destroy the heresy!" "Destroy the heresy!" "Destroy the heresy!"...

  The believers below also enthusiastically echoed, and the atmosphere at the scene was very enthusiastic.

   "Everyone! Come with me, let us destroy the heretics together!"

   Priest Crewe led hundreds of people on the mighty ground to the slums west of Chester City.

  The church of the Protestant priests from London was built in a slum, and it was a small two-story building, dilapidated, but full of Protestants who came to pray.

  The goal of the group of priests Crewe is here, the largest gathering place of Protestants in Cheshire.

  Cheshire's biggest gang fight and uprising was ignited here.

  At this time in London, since Wilson Faris, co-signed by the Duke of Edward, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, signed the decree restricting land enclosures, the atmosphere in London suddenly became dignified.

  Earl of Warwick's mansion, the front of the mansion is full of carriages of visiting gentlemen and nobles from all over the world. The neighing of horses and the chatter of grooms slowly converged into a symphony.

  In the spacious living room of the Earl's Mansion, the visiting guests were densely packed at this time, and there were not even enough seats, and many people were standing.

  The people waiting in the hall seem to have found someone they know well, chatting with each other, and the noisy voices flow freely.

   "The brave knight, the fearer of the French, the Lord Earl of Warwick!"

  The robust male servant shouted loudly, reminding everyone in the hall that the hero of the mansion had arrived.

   "Good morning! Honorable Earl!" Everyone saluted as a gentleman.

   "Good morning! Gentlemen!" The Earl of Warwick also responded politely.

   "I understand the arrival of gentlemen, but there is nothing I can do about it! This matter was initiated by the Duke of Somerset, and I have no knowledge of it."

  The Earl of Warwick said first that he knew that the Duke of Somerset's decree restricting the enclosure had just been issued from the Privy Council, and the group of winners of the enclosure could not sit still immediately. Therefore, he has to pave the way for himself in advance.

   "But Lord Earl! We also went to the Duke of Somerset! He shut us up!"

  A well-dressed middle-aged gentleman spoke first, which shows how anxious he is.

   "Yes! My lord count, this decree is too sudden, you don't know how much we have lost!"

  A thin middle-aged man also took up the conversation. The Earl of Warwick knew him. He was a wealthy gentleman in Southamptonshire. He heard that his family's land was as much as tens of thousands of acres.

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