While Edward was troubled by the number of adoptions and the lack of food, our Regent, the Lord Protector, the Duke of Somerset, was consulting with Ministers on a new bill of reform.
On Henry VIII's deathbed, he appointed an auxiliary team for Edward, which included both conservatives, such as Queen Catherine's brother, Duke William of Parr, who was a typical conservative and one of the three votes that abstained.
And the Council of Regents has the innovators as its greatest power, such as Edward Seymour, who has added to himself the title of Duke and Lord Protector, John Dudley, Earl of Warwick, who is opposed to his Grace, and Thomas Cranmer ..., the Archbishop of Canterbury, who has been playing the transparent man, and so on and so forth, to name but a few.
The Duke of Somerset was a radical Protestant who believed that the Reformation in England was incomplete and retained layers of Catholicism.
For example, he believed that the current Anglicanism was a "Catholicism without a Pope", which stuck in the throat of Protestants like him and reached a level that could not be removed without a fight.
As a result, the Duke of Somerset had always wanted to reform the religion of England on the continental model and give England and Wales a thorough baptism.
"Gentlemen! We can no longer afford to have England exploited by a Pope far away in Rome" the Lord Duke bellowed, "It's time to deal the hypocrites a heavy blow!"
Seemingly shaken by the voice of the Duke's lordship, or simply not caring, all the ministers who were doing so fell silent, with a looming demeanor.
The atmosphere was suddenly heavy, like the time before a heavy rain, the whole air was filled with a depressing atmosphere, making people uncomfortable and breathing a little difficult.
After finishing these words, the Duke's eyes could not help but sweep through the crowd, and then closed his eyes tightly, like a candle, although motionless, but in the darkness is still so dazzling.
Some of the ministers had their eyes closed in a state of repose; others looked up at the frescoes on the Duke's palace as if they were pottering about; and still others played with the rings on their hands as if they had not heard the Duke's words.
Little by little time passed, and no one was taking the lead! Even in the morning, the light in the room seemed dimmer.
"The Lord Duke of Somerset is right! No more of those rotten degenerates in Rome telling England what to do thousands of miles away!"
The Earl of Warwick was the first to break the silent air, and his gruff voice brought the delirious ministers back to the conference room.
The air that had been stagnant a moment ago seemed to come alive all of a sudden, and even the sunlight streaming in through the window felt much warmer!
Unconsciously a multitude of ministers yelled out resentful curses to show their resistance to the Church, and the whole chamber was again filled with a delightful din.
The Duke of Samoset, who was seated in his rightful place, nodded gently at the Earl of Warwick, his eyes rippling.
Earl Warwick also slightly nodded his head at His Excellency the Duke's gesture of goodwill, revealing a leathery smile!
The Lord Earl actually hated the Duke of Somerset very much, especially when he saw his expression of having everything under control, the Lord Earl wanted to use his wide, thick calloused palm to have a close contact with his face.
Just when the atmosphere was about to reach a climax, Duke Pal, who had been silent, suddenly stood up from his chair.
The crowd stopped their clamor at once, and looked up at Duke Parr in unison, with a voice almost resounding in their hearts finally striking!
The Duke of Pale looked at the crowd looking at him, without a fluctuation in his heart, and spoke in his heavy voice without haste, "Our clergy in England have severed their ties with that corrupt church in Rome, and they cannot possibly have the opportunity to dictate to us!"
"So, as shepherds sent by the Lord to England to guide the lost sheep, we don't need to make them change anymore! Everything is still good now!" The Duke of Parr's words were loud and hard, shaking the ministers present.
The ministers, including the Duke of Samoset, hadn't expected that the Duke of Pahl, who had always maintained a state of silence, had such a side.
"The words cannot be so! My dear Lord Duke, who is to say that those clerics who still use the Roman standard do not have a trace of attachment to Rome?" Duke Seymour knew it was his turn to strike.
The Duke of Pahl was still not very good with words, and choked on the Lord Duke's words, his mouth was open and he could not utter a word of retort.
He wasn't God, so how could he know what was in the minds of those clerics?
Duke Parr sat back helplessly just because of such a sentence, and resumed his previous form of few words! It seems that the Duke of Northampton also knew the truth of being outnumbered, and just now should have been the last effort!
Another round of voting ensued and, unsurprisingly, thirteen of the sixteen voted in favor and only three voted against.
Lord Seymour passed the decision to reform the Church of England more deeply with a crushing vote, and no matter how the reformers present felt in their hearts, their faces were all covered with expressions of joy.
And the ministers represented by the Duke of Parr left the conference room with a look of indifference, while the many ministers who were gleefully discussing the reform program did not pay the slightest attention.
The Duke of Northampton walked slowly on his crutches to the Duke's carriage.
Leaving the brightly lit conference room, the Lord Duke could still see all sorts of people arguing heatedly through the window.
Hmph! A bunch of thieves who just want to steal property. My poor William, in trouble again!
William Parr, second son of the Duke of Parr, followed the rules of the church at the time. From a clergyman through the Duke of Parr and their own efforts, quickly became the Archbishop of Dorset County.
The eldest son, Bud Parr, was to succeed him as Duke of Northampton, and his favorite second son, William Parr, who had been worked into the bishopric with great difficulty, and who knew that he had survived the clutches of Henry VIII with difficulty, was now faced with a new crisis.
The Duke of Northampton was helped into the opulent carriage by the coachman, and made his way home amidst the shouts of the coachman.
And at this time our King Edward was arriving at his estate near Windsor Castle to be entertained by the steward here.
"Your Majesty the King, please follow me, I have prepared a cozy room for you!" Edward had just gotten off the carriage and was warmly entertained by the butler here.
Hundreds of serfs, both men and women, knelt in unison in front of the manor, and two dozen ghosts were held down by their own parents.
Obviously, the butler's hand greatly shocked Edward, so that Edward, who had always thought that the West could only kneel on one knee, rose up, and it turned out that as long as the power was in place, there was nothing that could not be unattainable.