Chapter 391 Scottish Nobility


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    The South Kenton district of London is the ce where nobles and MPs buy the most residences in London, so it is also known as the noble district.


    Different from other ces, the streets here are not only patrolled by the police at any time, but also patrolled by security guards recruited by these nobles.


    So, although it looks open on the surface, it is still under closed management. It is also the only ce in London that does not have a 100-household district or a 1000-household district.


    For, here are nomoners to govern, expect these to be governed by you?


    The London government does not have that much power.


    And just today, the entire South Kenton area, like boiling hot water, is very noisy.


    At this time, all the Scottish nobles in London, as well as members of the Parliament, gathered together to wee the arrival of the former Regent, Earl of Allen.


    Your Excellency the Earl has been in poor health sincest year.


    Some time ago, when the other three families moved to London, the Hamilton family still did not leave because of the old earl.


    As a person who has been in power in Scond for many years and is the head of the four major Scottish families, the Earl of Allen has a high prestige among the nobles and the Scottish folk, and he is considered the most well-known figure.


    So, after he got better for a while, the Hamilton family started to move.


    And today is the day when Earl Allen arrives today. All the Scottish nobles in London gathered in the newly built mansion, waiting for his arrival.


    Of course, following the arrival of Earl Allen, there are also thest wave of nobles who migrated. There are about a dozen noble families.


    So far, 70% of the nobles in Scond have collectively settled in London and live in Ennd.


    "Your Excellency, you have worked hard!" With the help of the maid, the elderly Earl n dragged his sick body and got out of the carriage.


    Then, the Earl of Argyle, the Earl of Lannox, and the younger brother of Bishop David Beaton, the puppet patriarch, the Earl of Beaton, all rushed over to show their respect.


    "Ahem! Don''t bother everyone so much, I can go by myself!" Earl Allen said softly, waved his hand, and refused everyone''s support. With the support of his son, he looked towards his new mansion.


    He looked at the new building with cloudy eyes, feeling very familiar and a little strange.


    "Why is this newly built mansion so familiar!"


    "Father, this is re-made ording to the appearance of my hometown, imitating the original!" His son is about thirty years old, but he seems to be awed by his father''s majesty, and his words are a little shrunken.


    "Hmph—" Earl Allen snorted softly, red at him, and then walked into the mansion with sluggish legs.


    The Earls on the side looked at each other with doubts in their eyes. They couldn''t understand how the old earl became like this after it was supposed to be a happy event.


    After getting no answer, under the leadership of the three earls, all the nobles filed in one after another and entered the newly built mansion.


    The people sighed as they walked. It really deserves to be the head of the four major families. This mansion is exactly the same as the original one in Edinburgh, and the details are exactly the same. It is really rich and powerful.


    "Everyone,e in!" Earl Allen''s eldest son shouted to the little nobles who were still lingering outside the living room door, not daring to enter.


    Thus, these little nobles walked into the parlor partly with rejoicing and partly with doubts.


    It stands to reason that these small nobles are not qualified to enter the parlor, only those high-ranking nobles can go in and say a few words.


    In a daze, all the nobles entered the reception hall, squeezing the originally spacious reception hall to the ground.


    The little nobles looked up and saw that the four major families had already sat down, looking at each other speechlessly.


    "Everyone, be quiet!" Earl Allen''s elderly voice suddenly sounded, and the entire hall fell silent.


    He frowned, nced at the crowd with cloudy eyes, and his silent momentum made people have to bow their heads.


    Afterwards, he closed his eyes and spoke softly.


    "Today was originally the day when I waited to settle in London. It was a happy day, but after seeing this newly built mansion, I couldn''t be happier at all!"


    "This mansion ispletely reproduced by my son ording to the style of Edinburgh, and it is not bad at all!"


    "I am angry!"


    After finishing speaking, he suddenly opened his eyelids, looked at the nobleman who was disapproving, and continued.


    "If it''s not what I expected, the same is true for your houses, and the original style has been relocated!"


    "From this, I can know that everyone still regards London as Scond and their territory!"


    "But—" the earl''s voice suddenly became louder.


    "Everyone hasn''tpletely changed their minds. This is the territory of the English, the territory of the young king who led troops to Scond twice, not your Scond!"


    As soon as the King of Ennd was mentioned, the figure of the wailing, buried nobleman immediately appeared before the eyes of the nobles, and they all shuddered.


    "So, before any catastrophe is caused, everyone must change their thinking, otherwise it will be toote to regret!"


    Earl Allen''s warning was like a p in the face, which made the nobles wake up and nodded their thanks one by one.


    "Then, what about the house?" the earl''s son said softly.


    "Keep it as it is? I don''t have so many gold coins!"


    ...


    "Your Excellency, those northern barbarians have all moved here!" The silver-haired butler looked at the Duke of Norfolk who was still obsessed with painting, and reminded him softly.


    "I see!" After waiting for a while, His Excellency the Duke uttered.


    "I''ve anticipated this a long time ago!" His Excellency the Duke kept the pen in his hand, but whispered on his lips.


    "Our Majesty the King! He is afraid that the bucket of water in our London is too calm, and he feels uneasy!"


    "You mean, he is worried that we will unite!" the silver-haired butler bowed and said.


    "Hehe! It doesn''t matter which king it is, as long as it wears the crown. This thought wille naturally!"


    For the Scottish nobles to relocate, the young king is happy to see the result, which is also one of his goals.


    is not the same as controlling Ennd.


    The backbone of Ennd''s rule is the huge local gentlemen and nobles, and their power is scattered. As long as the king does not offend their collective interests, they will be allowed to be manipted by the king.


    But Scond is different.


    The nobles upy thergest resources and poption in Scond, and other sses can only eat leftovers.


    The nobles concentrate Scond''s resources on themselves, so controlling the nobles is tantamount to controlling the whole of Scond.


    Even if Edward conquered Scond twice and controlled most of the rights in Scond, as long as the nobles still refused to ept it, the signed treaties would be useless.