Early the next morning the Earl of Boswell heard that the Duke of Somerset had visited the Earl of Warwick last night.
His heart last night has been seven up and down, afraid of their own financial path has been interrupted. Hearing this news, the uneasy heart can not help but great determination, it seems that their own family factories or increase recruitment efforts, next year is certainly a bumper year.
"Aufry! Add me another bowl of barley porridge!" Earl Boswell's morning appetite grew at this news.
"Aye! My master!" The pretty maid at the side bowed her head and answered the words.
After breakfast, the Earl of Boswell took a carriage to the Palace of Westminster, which not only housed the House of Lords and the House of Commons, but was also the place where the Council of Regents met.
As it happened, just as he had alighted from the carriage, the Lord Earl saw the Lord Earl of Wellington startled out of the carriage, assisted by his coachman, with a quick smile on his face, and a very sincere laugh.
For today's result he had already expected, so for the Earl of Wellington, without the interest entanglement, he also had the intention to repair.
"Oh! My dear Earl of Wellington! How delightful to see you!" The Lord Earl's slight frame embraced the Earl of Wellington's identical frame in a particularly comical embrace.
"Oh! no! Mr. Count! I am so flattered by your enthusiasm!"
Hearing this, Earl Boswell hastily let go of Earl Wellington whose face was white. And on the Earl of Wellington's face of shocked expression, there was still a trace of afterthought remaining, obviously being scared enough by Earl Boswell.
"My Monsieur le Comte, you are so enthusiastic!"
"I'm not making up for the loss of affection between the two of us yesterday!" Earl Boswell said with a face of sincerity, looking particularly aggrieved.
"Okay! Let's go in first! It's still the meeting that matters!" The Earl of Wellington, still unable to endure the sickening tone of the Lord Earl's voice, made haste to get out of the way.
Seeing the Earl of Wellington's rabbit-like pace, he could not help but shake his head and laugh bitterly, also striding towards the conference room.
When the Lord Earl had taken his own seat, the ministers arrived one after another.
Duke Edward stood on the main seat and tapped the table, signaling the ministers to be quiet.
"Gentlemen! Let's continue yesterday's topic today! To conquer those northern barbarians or not!"
After finishing this sentence, the Lord Duke immediately sat down and looked at the ministers without uttering a word.
The ministers looked at me, I looked at you, and even the Earl of Boswell and the Earl of Wellington, who had quarreled so much yesterday, were quiet.
So the whole conference room is extraordinarily quiet, vaguely can be heard outside the window of those horsemen yelling, listen carefully, the horses can be clearly heard the sound of the horses.
Seeing the ministers looking at each other, the Earl of Boswell knew that he would have to be the horse out of the gate, or the meeting would be a bit of a long shot.
"Your Excellencies, Ministers! I still think Lord Duke Edward's proposal is excellent! I agree with his proposal!"
Finishing that statement, the Lord Earl sat down, without the burning compulsion of yesterday.
Immediately afterward, the ministers turned their attention to the Earl of Wellington to see if he could hold his own; after all, they had heard that the Duke of Edward had paid him a visit last night.
The Earl of Wellington twisted his head and looked again at the Earl of Boswell in his seat.
After thinking about it, with the eyes of the crowd on him, he decided to speak at last, though it was a bit of a facepalm and melancholy for a moment.
"Good day! Gentlemen, after much deliberation last night, I have decided to overrule myself, and the Lord Duke of Somerset's proposal has my support!"
After finishing his speech, it seemed that he heard the murmurs of the ministers, and even though he had once been thick-skinned enough, Mr. Earl still felt a little embarrassed.
Earl Wellington's words were like dropping a bomb on the calm water surface, causing a huge uproar.
The ministers had not expected that the Lord Earl, who had been the vanguard of opposition yesterday, would make a 360-degree turn today and become the Duke's champion at once.
But it was normal to think about it, after all, he used to be a supporter of His Excellency the Duke, only to turn against it because of his interests, and now he was back to the original out because of his interests.
Immediately after that, Earl Warwick, who had been calmly observing from the side, just stood up and attracted everyone's attention, only Duke Edward had a look of confidence.
"Gentlemen! The Scottish aggression against us is there for all to see, and the barbarians will not know England's power until they are taught a lesson! But an expedition to Scotland would be a heavy burden on the just-improved treasury! It's a tough choice! I respect your choices!"
The Lord Earl, after a flurry of nonsense, sat down again, and watched the ministerial performance with amusement, as if nothing had happened.
The Lord Earl had not taken a stand, but those who made it to the Board of Regents were human beings, so how could they not understand!
His Grace, Bishop Thomas, who had closed his eyes on the side, suddenly opened his eyes, his cloudy eyes seemed to be thinking about something, and then closed his eyes again, as if nothing had happened.
And Baron Thomas was finally able to attend the Regency Council after taking more than a month's wedding leave, and as Secretary of the Navy and a Minister of State entrusted by Henry VIII with his care, he had long been a member of the Council of Regents.
He was pleased with the results of his brother's loss yesterday, yet it didn't stay that way for long before his mood began to sour again.
Then, unsurprisingly on the next vote, Duke Edward was passed with nine votes in favor and seven against, after which it was just a matter of taking it to Edward for approval.
Duke Edward finally smiled in triumph, and the Earl of Boswell smiled knowingly.
"Dear Gentlemen! Next, it's time to discuss who will lead the expeditionary force!"
"And I will lead the lads of England in an expedition against the barbarians of Scotland!"
"And I propose-" The Lord Duke paused for a moment, whetting the appetite of the ministers, the most concerned of whom was still the Earl of Warwick.
Looking at the expectant crowd, Duke Edward finally went on to the next "The Earl of Warwick will be the deputy marshal, in charge of logistics!"
"And that the Lord Bishop Thomas will preside over the day-to-day business of the Council of Regents during my absence from London! And ..."
"What?" The Earl of Warwick's mouth, which had just cracked open, suddenly opened wide, interrupting His Excellency the Duke's speech, apparently this matter had shocked him excessively, so much so that he was shocked to the point of letting out a sound.
"Excuse me, gentlemen! I'm a little unwell, so I'll return first!" Earl Warwick collected himself and bowed to the many ministers before giving Duke Edward a hard look.
All could see that the Earl of Warwick was very angry, and still in connection with his appointment.