Chapter 261: king

Chapter 261 King

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"Your Majesty—" the old and skinny palace minister asked with a stiff body, bowing to Charles V reclining on the luxurious seat.

"En!" Charles I opened his eyelids, and made a sound to the palace minister beside him, which was a little face for him.

The ambitious King Charles V of Spain no longer had the ambition of his youth, King Henry VIII of England, King Francois I of France, these romantic figures who once competed with him for the hegemony of Europa, have already passed away at this time , leaving him alone and lonely.

In his old age, he could not have the same ambition as before, trying to conquer the whole of Europa and re-establish the Holy Roman Empire that belonged exclusively to the Habsburg family.

In his old age, he put away his sharp minions, as if he had changed from a fierce tiger fighting for the hegemony of Europa to a docile old cat living at home, harmless.

However, the old palace minister knew that the old His Majesty the king had always controlled Spain tightly and loosely. Any noble who dared to offend his majesty would never exist the next day.

Even Pope Julius III of Rome is in his hands, and every move depends on his eyes.

Therefore, Mr. Gong Chancellor seemed to have not noticed Charles V's immodest behavior that did not conform to noble etiquette, or in other words, he was used to it.

"Your Majesty, regarding Porto Francisco, why did you reject England's proposal?"

"Hehe! English barbarians would not be so kind!"

Seeing his palace minister talking about the English, Charles V turned around and changed to a more comfortable movement.

He shook his head and said dismissively. Obviously, he has always held an attitude of contempt for the English.

The attitude of Charles V basically represents most of the attitudes of Western Europeans. The English have always been branded with traces of barbarism, and contempt and contempt are the mainstream.

And the English despise the Scots, ring after ring, which is the inherent bad root of human beings.

"The English are the most untrustworthy, they are only a little better than the French!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help thinking of his lifelong opponent, King François I of France, a shameless person who had deceived himself several times. Thinking about it now, he was still a little angry.

"Yes, this is the second largest port of the French! If it loses it, France's power will have to be reduced by at least one layer."

Hearing the words, the palace minister lowered his head, no longer prepared to argue, and was about to propose to leave, at this moment, a young man's excited words were inserted aside.

"Philip, why are you so abrupt!" Hearing this voice, Charles V turned his head to see that his heir, Prince Philip, was walking in, and the guards outside the door looked helpless.

"Father, Your Excellency the Minister!" Prince Philip bowed to Charles V and the old Minister, then lowered his head slightly, and said to his father, "Father, this is a good opportunity!"

"Even if it is a piece of cheese with hidden traps, but with the strength of our Spanish phalanx, we can eat it without any scruples, not afraid of any traps!"

Prince Philip explained softly, the confidence on his face was revealed without any scruples, and an aura of contempt spewed out, full of aura.

For his ambitious son, Charles V was extremely satisfied, especially this attitude of contempt for all living beings was very similar to his youth.

But war is not a child's play, especially this war involving France, even with Spain's huge physique, it is a bit overwhelming.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but want to use this incident to hit the young heir.

"Philip, you must know that if we swallow this tempting fruit, what awaits us is not a trap, but a mad lion!"

With the help of his maid, Charles V sat up straight, facing his son, and said solemnly.

"So, when we're exhausted fighting that mad lion, who has the most to gain?"

Prince Philip listened carefully to his father's church, with a hint of thought and doubt in his eyes.

"England?" Prince Philip said uncertainly.

"Yes, that's right, my son!" What Philip didn't expect was that what he guessed uncertain turned out to be true.

Charles V nodded, telling him the truth without a doubt.

"The English are a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity. When we and the French are exhausted, it will bite us hard!"

"This is unquestionable, so, wisely, keep a distance from France!"

As he spoke, Charles V sighed with a trace of fatigue.

"Besides, the fat piece of Portugal is still on the sidelines, the French are not in a hurry!"

Philip and Gong glanced at each other, and they both sighed softly. His Majesty the King said that there is no hurry, so how dare the two of them go against it?

Portugal can eat this piece of fat at any time, but the opportunity to take a bite towards France is very rare.

Seeing Charles V with a tired face, the two left the room consciously.

At this time, the distraught King Henry II of France received the nobleman from England—Baron James—in his main tent.

"Good day, Your Majesty the King of France!"

Major James, wearing a dignified aristocratic uniform, gave a knightly salute to Henry II with a stinky face.

"Dear Mr. Baron, are you here to submit the instrument of surrender?"

As soon as Henry II said these words, there was a burst of laughter in the tent, which was particularly harsh to Major James' ears.

"Your Majesty, on the contrary, I'm here to deliver the letter of persuasion!"

Major James did not show the angry expression that Henry II and others expected, but looked very indifferent.

"Bold!" "Presumptuous" "Very rude!"…

A group of ministers showed angry looks one after another, and they couldn't wait to scold, all kinds of remarks flew together.

"Ahem! Be quiet—" the old Duke of Guise stared at Major James with blazing eyes, and then yelled loudly.

"Mr. Baron, tell us why you are here! We don't have that much patience to spend with you!"

Facing the scolding of the king's important minister, the Duke of Guise, all the nobles were silent one after another, but showed a calm look and didn't care.

As for what is in mind, we don't know.

"Since His Excellency the Duke said so, then I will say it straight!"

Major James glanced at the mighty Duke of Guise, then bowed to Henry II and said in detail.

(end of this chapter)