Human dimension reduction

The Archbishop of Canterbury was guarded by the servants of the Duke of Gloucester's mansion after leaving the palace that day. However, the Archbishop seemed completely frightened. He refused the Lord Protector's dinner invitation and closed the door when he went home. willing to see you.

After Edward learned about this from Lorenzo, he showed a disdainful smile: "It's really cunning, thinking of reminding his master in this way."

Lorenzo blinked: "Didn't he see the Duke of Gloucester?"

The little king glanced at the innocent and lovely Lorenzo with pity: "You are really not suitable for conspiracy. The Archbishop of Canterbury can say that I summoned him for the church. This old man is cunning and insidious. A simple no He can't think of a suspicious excuse? But he still doesn't want to offend Gloucester, and he doesn't dare to blatantly disobey my orders, so he can only refuse Gloucester's invitation, expressing implicitly that he wants to draw a line with him , but at any rate he didn't do too much, but refused everyone's visit."

"When I questioned him, he said he was too scared, but he wouldn't be stupid enough to piss me off completely. Just wait and see. In a few days, he will make up with Gloucester and send me a message. There's news--hedge your bets, an old fox."

Lorenzo clicked his tongue in amazement: "But you have already seen through his tricks."

The little king looked at him helplessly: "Yes, but so what? Of course he knew that I could see through his tricks, but he did it anyway, just because I couldn't get rid of him with this little thing. The Archbishop of Canterbury, if Gloucester wants to kill him, I have to find a way to keep him, otherwise the next Archbishop of Canterbury will be a member of the Duke's House."

Lorenzo listened dully, and shook his head again and again for a long time: "It's too complicated, too complicated, I don't want to hear this..."

The little king glanced at him: "It's what you want to ask."

As he spoke, he raised his head and moved his fingers over the lush branches. There were small clusters of purple-black fruits hanging among the plump green leaves. When he stretched out his hand again, there were several black, round, Finger-sized berries: "Do you want it?"

Lorenzo glanced at the berries in the king's hand, then at the plants in front of him, and shook his head: "No."

After thinking for a while, he asked seemingly unintentionally: "Gooseberry and belladonna...will your majesty distinguish?"

Belladonna has a very long history in European history. This vicious fruit can never get rid of the murders stained with blood and death. Many big people who died on the bed with purple faces and protruding eyes fell down on this little one. Under the power of the fruit, belladonna is the fourth poison in the herbal map recorded by the royal family, and the famous datura is in front of it.

However, in addition to being used as a poison, this fruit also has the effect of anesthesia and sedation. Ladies like to drip belladonna juice into the pupils, making the pupils dilated, creating a lovely and pitiful feeling.

And this famous little thing, except for the flowers and plants, is almost exactly the same as the gooseberry, the berry that people like to eat most. It's hard to tell them apart—and belladonna needs only a drop or two to kill.

The little king looked at the gooseberries in his hand and stuffed them into his mouth one by one: "Does it look very similar to belladonna, but unless I pick it myself, I won't eat it from others." gooseberry."

Lorenzo nodded and pointed out sharply: "So you won't make the distinction."

Speechlessly, the little king turned his face to look at the captain of the guard who could not speak, and was startled by his cheerful smile again: "My count, you really can't speak."

Lorenzo shook his silky hair indifferently: "Your supervisor, Mr. Aiden, also commented on me, and your mentor, the Duke of Stuart—"

A vivid look of disgust appeared on the sharp and three-dimensional face of the Sardinian Assassin: "We all want to hit each other."

The little king smiled, didn't say anything to mediate, and reached out again to pick off a small bunch of gooseberries: "Do you usually use belladonna...to complete tasks?"

Lorenzo put his hands behind his back, and said enthusiastically: "No, no, such a boring method is too boring, only those nobles who grind and grind like to use poison, oh, such as the Borgia family who soaked Guys who grew up with poison——Let me tell you, I think they are more assassins than I am. We are used to using swords, and we are quick and sharp. After all, we use money to do things, and we have no hatred with the victim. Why do we torture people before we die? G?"

...What a conscientious assassin with morality, quality and empathy.

Edward looked at Lorenzo for a while, and found that he was not joking, but really thought so, so he swallowed "Wouldn't it hurt to kill someone with a sword?"

As he was walking, Lorenzo suddenly coughed, groaned and groaned for a while, and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, have you been sleeping alone these few days?"

Edward looked at him with a half-smile. The Sardinian Assassin has a tall body, and the 13-year-old little king had to look up to see those amber eyes: "I have wanted to say many times, why do you want to add a 'little boy' in front of Your Majesty?" '?"

Lorenzo raised his eyebrows and raised his chest: "Respect the facts!"

He still wanted to say something casually, but was forced to shut up by the king's fierce eyes: "Okay... I won't say anything."

"Don't care about what you shouldn't care about." The little king warned him with something in his words. Lorenzo raised his hands and smiled innocently, but there was still some indifference in his eyes.

Edward didn't say any more: "What's happening in the north?"

Lorenzo stopped laughing when he mentioned the business: "Your relatives are amazing. I have received news that an army of 7000 people is about to gather in the north of London, but now it is blocked by your good uncle. When people arrived, they had already fought a battle, and your uncle Wang is the winner so far—tsk tsk tsk, Your Majesty, your throne is not very secure, they have all fought, and no one came to tell you."

Edward was silent for a while after hearing the words: "Because I don't have any army that belongs to me."

"But you have Stuart, even I have heard of the reputation of the Stuart Army in Northern Gaul."

"You also said that it was Stuart's army in Northern Gaul, and it was stationed in Northern Gaul to prevent rebellion..." Edward suddenly stopped talking, with a thoughtful look on his face. .

If you borrow troops from Stuart, you can compete with Gloucester, but what about Lancaster and Northern Gaul?

If Stuart and Gloucester were having a good fight, Lancaster turned around and took London, or if Northern Gaul once again raised its flag and started a fight for independence...

Should we first solve the internal troubles or solve the foreign troubles...

"I will have a talk with the Duke of Stuart." Edward finally said so, and the result of the talk was that William Stuart agreed to transfer half of the Northern Gaul garrison to the battlefield north of London, On the surface, he was helping Gloucester to fight the remnants of Lancaster, but in fact... he was a good partner who took the opportunity to pick up the leak and stab the knife in the back.

After hearing Edward finish his request, Stuart sized up the little king for a long time: "Aren't you afraid that I will become a second Gloucester? Then you will never find a second Stuart to help you." No—I'm not going to give you a chance to help, like that fool Gloucester."

Afraid, why not, anyway, no matter what to do, there will only be less than a month. Edward even doubts whether the war north of London will have a result when the world collapses.

"Sometimes I think you are very strange. You can clearly think about the consequences, but you don't care about the long-term situation at all. You only care about the present and don't care about what will happen in the future. It's like... your life is not long, so you don't care about the flood behind you."

Stuart looked at the upright little king sitting on the high-backed chair, and said carefully.

"The feeling you give me...is very, very strange. I suddenly can't remember clearly. Were you like this before?"

The little king looked at him calmly, and asked with a good temper: "How was I like before? I remember that I didn't seem to communicate with you before."

It took a while for William Stuart to nod his head and smile. He moved his snake-like cold and sticky eyes away from the king, and said softly, "You are right, maybe I like you so much that I have an illusion. I always feel like I've seen you many, many, many times."

Edward's smile didn't change at all: "Yes, my lord duke, this is your illusion."

After Stuart left, the little king sitting on the high-back chair crossed his hands and looked calm. It seemed that the collapse of the world had already begun. As an important role, Stuart's memories of the plot and the previous restarts It is slowly recovering.

But it doesn't matter, the currently known plot has been messed up by him, and the plot of being accused of invalid marriage between the former king and the queen mother is gone. Stuart and Gloucester, who were originally collaborators, were completely dismantled by him. The opponents, Edward V and the Duke of York, who should have entered the Tower of London, are living well in the Palace of Westminster.

Of course, the easiest way to destroy the world is to hold a banquet and kill a dozen or so important nobles at the banquet, then the world will definitely end and restart immediately. What's the difference?

After receiving the king's warrant, Stuart set off to return to North Gaul to dispatch troops. The suspicious Stuart family blood did not trust others at all. When it came to major matters such as the transfer and distribution of troops, he had to come forward himself.

And Lorenzo also reported to the king on the third day that the Archbishop of Canterbury, who had been closed for a few days and hadn't seen any guests, did as the king said, and began to attend various banquets and accept invitations from others, including several times from Gloucester, but The exact conversation is unknown.

The Archbishop of Canterbury, who had experienced the loss of letters stolen from his study, paid morbid attention to his own safety. He even guarded the roof at night, not to mention the hustle and bustle when he was traveling. It was Lorenzo who saw it. This posture can't help scratching his head.

However, the archbishop himself was very knowledgeable about current affairs, so he turned around and revealed all the movements of Gloucester's army and Lancaster's army to the king. Edward folded the scroll with detailed instructions, pressed it under his wrist, and asked the truth. The archbishop's attendant standing with his head bowed: "I will keep the contribution of His Excellency the Archbishop in my heart."

The attendant replied sternly: "The archbishop is grateful for your trust. He doesn't need any commendation from you. He just begs you to forgive him for his past mistakes, so that he can return to the embrace of the Lord safely after his death."

"I don't mean to blame him," the little king comforted, "if he is still uneasy..."

The king pondered for a while: "Tomorrow night, the palace will hold a banquet. I ask His Excellency the archbishop to offer me a dish. This decree will also be given to the other ministers. Please don't worry too much."

It is a great honor to be able to present food at the palace dinner. Edward IV often used this method to express his trust and love for his courtiers, but it was the first time for Edward V.

The attendant also knew what kind of honor this was, so he resigned with excitement on his face. Richard walked out from the oriel window that covered the heavy curtain, and looked in the direction of the door with dissatisfaction: "You are really good at these things, but don't Put yourself in it, in case you are poisoned to death at the dinner party..."

Edward laughed: "Poisoning the dinner party? It's too stupid, it's like bringing the army straight in and beheading me."

Richard didn't smile, he stared at his brother seriously: "It may also be throwing us into the Tower of London."

Having said that, neither Richard who issued the warning nor Edward who listened to the warning, did not expect that even if someone acts so rudely and simply, and does bad things without avoiding others, this sentence will come true in public.

On his way back to London with his army, William Stuart received a report from London: His Majesty Edward V was poisoned at a dinner party and is still in a coma.