Woolthop Village is a small village in Lincolnshire, England, which is not very conspicuous among the many villages in England, with only a declining manor left by a declining manor and dozens of farmhouses. A small river, the Wishham, the only hydroponic cattle in the village, flows slowly past the village, and the banks of the river are full of flowers and trees swaying in the wind.

On the hillside not far from the riverbank, there is a small house of stone, which looks a little dilapidated, but although it is very dilapidated, the people of Woolthorpe know that its owner is a "scholar" of Cambridge University, but as a scholar's home, it is also a little too shabby.

In the dimly lit room, Newton, sitting at his desk by the window, continued to write his latest discoveries, and although the room was dimly lit, the view was very wide, and he could look down on the scenery near and far. However, by the standards of scholars, the difference in conditions here is simply intolerable. Of course, this is where Newton grew up, but he was used to Cambridge. accustomed to life as a "scholar",

In fact, when he first entered Cambridge, Newton was not really a scholar, but a "reduced fee student", so he had to prepare meals for his classmates who were one or two years younger than him, clean the courtyard of the college, clean the toilets and classrooms, these are all the jobs that the "reduced fee" city has to do. Although it was a bit hard, Newton didn't take it to heart, he was more concerned about whether he had the opportunity to get more time to study. Later, with the help of the dean, he obtained the qualification of "servant student", who also had to work in exchange for a waiver of tuition fees and free meals, but only as a servant of the professor, and Newton was very fortunate that his tutor lived in Cambridge only five weeks a year, so that he had more time at his disposal and could devote more energy to his studies.

Three years ago, Newton finally got the opportunity to be selected as a "servant student", passed the prescribed academic examinations, and became a "scholar" at Cambridge University, where he could not only enjoy free meals in school, but also have a fixed salary, and could study freely.

Although he was not awarded a fellowship from Trinity College, he was chosen by Barrow, an influential British mathematician, to become an assistant and become a fellow, and when elected, he would not only enjoy the annual carriage fee of thirteen shillings and fourpence and the same salary, but more importantly, he would have four years of unfettered research until he obtained his master's degree, and he could devote himself to the field of study he had discovered.

But just as Newton was fully engaged in his academic studies, a great plague broke out in London. Cambridge University is home to almost all of Britain's elite, and in order to protect the safety of its teachers and students, the University of Cambridge decided to dismiss its students and let them take refuge in the countryside.

In desperation, despite all his reluctance, Newton had no choice but to return to the village of Woolthorpe, where he continued his scientific research. In the space of a year and a half, Newton single-handedly created three new disciplines: calculus, mechanics, and spectroscopy.

Little did Newton know what impact his three disciplines would have on the academic world, he had just received a letter that Cambridge had reopened and that he could return to his beloved university to continue his research and present his scholarship to the world.

After another closer examination, Newton glanced out the window, looking out of the window, and there was not the slightest nostalgia in his expression, he preferred to return to Cambridge to this dilapidated village. For a year and a half, he studied in seclusion, rarely went out, and occasionally went to nearby Beauxby to relax, and he returned to Cambridge once, in the spring of last year, just because he needed some information.

"You should visit her before you go."

Again, Newton thought of Catherine, of Miss Stoker. She used to be his fiancée, but now she is married to someone else, and she has become Mrs. Vincent, very rich, and has no worries about food and clothing, but I heard that life is not very good, and there are often conflicts.

Yes, you should pay a visit.

Is it appropriate?

Despite some hesitation, Newton eventually made the decision to visit Catherine, after all, the two of them had not seen each other since he left for Cambridge.

Finally, a few days later, Newton got into the carriage and set out on his journey back to Cambridge, but he decided to pay Catherine a visit before he could change to a stagecoach, for they were friends. Along the way, Newton's thoughts burst into various thoughts, but in the end he slowly calmed down.

"It's all over."

Yes, from the initial engagement to Catherine, to the snubbing of her that led her to marry someone else, to now, it was all over, and from then on he only had to concentrate on his research and not think about anything else.

At Catherine's door, Newton hesitated for a moment, he looked at the beautiful house, and thought of its hostess, and time seemed to turn back to years ago, to the time when he lived in Stoke's house, with Catherine, and now, she was married to someone else.

When he raised his hand and knocked on the door, he couldn't help but have mixed feelings, and in this moment, he couldn't help but wonder if Catherine, who had given him endless warmth, still remembered him.

At this moment, a woman returned from outside, she looked at the man in front of her, and after a while, she said excitedly.

"Isaac, Isaac, is that you?"

Then she squeezed Newton's hand so tightly that she couldn't even speak.

"You're back from Cambridge? I've heard that you've been back a long time ago, why are you here now? ”

Catherine was still full of the passion that had fascinated Newton and was still the same, but when he saw the ring on her hand, Newton realized that she was married.

"I'm going back to Cambridge, so...... I want to come and see you before I go. ”

Newton's answer surprised Catherine.

"You're leaving? Is it today? ”

Looking at the silence in Newton's expression, Catherine hurriedly said,

"That'...... Let's go for a walk. ”

Catherine did not invite Nianton into the house, because she knew Newton and preferred to go out for a walk rather than go inside.

So the two men walked along the country road, and the coachman of the carriage kept a hundred yards away from them, and as they walked, they talked a lot, and whenever Catherine laughed, Newton would always look at her, at the woman whom had once infatuated him. Newton, who couldn't control his inner feelings for a while, couldn't help but hold her hand.

As her hand was held, Catherine felt the gaze cast by her, and she couldn't help but whisper when she felt a little strange.

"I'm sorry, Isaac, if ......"

Just when Catherine's words of apology reached Newton, he was slightly stunned, and then realized that he was rude, she was already someone else's wife.

"I'm sorry, Catherine, I, I think I should take my leave."

Just as Newton's words fell, a cry for help was heard in the woods over there.

"Help......

It was the cry of a woman, and at the same time a woman ran out of the woods, and no sooner had she reached the edge of the woods than Newton and Catherine saw several men behind her stab her to death with their swords.

"Ah...... God, someone is killing! ”

Catherine's screams of astonishment made them visible to the robbers, and one of them immediately rushed towards them.

"Don't let them go."

Perhaps, as a scholar, Newton was a very intelligent scholar, but in the face of violence, he had no way at all, and even just watched the men rush in front of him, and just as the sword was about to be cut, he still blocked it with his cane, and shouted to Catherine while resisting.

"Catherine, run."

However, his resistance was meaningless, and even as soon as he raised his cane, he was punched to the ground, and Catherine, who had just run a few feet, was caught.

"Kill them!"

Just when Newton heard this, a wave of despair arose in his heart, and someone suddenly shouted from there.

"There's a carriage over there, and this woman is beautiful enough to put them on a ship and sell them to North Africa......"

What the?

Selling to North Africa?

Before Newton could scream, he felt himself hit on the head and lost consciousness as soon as his eyes went dark.

When Newton woke up again, the darkness around him, despite the pain in the back of his head, reminded him that he had been kidnapped. At the same time, he smelled another smell of perfume, and there was a faint sound of a woman sobbing. When he wanted to shout loudly, he found that his mouth was gagged, and his struggle attracted the attention of the woman next to him, and then he felt the woman's hand groping his face, and then the rag in his mouth was taken away by the woman.

"Catherine, is that you?"

The other party did not answer immediately, and at this moment he felt that the woman had a cheek leaning against his face, rubbing against his face, and her mouth was also gagged with a cloth, and after finally biting her mouth with his teeth to make a cloth ball, in the woman's heavy gasp, Newton heard her say.

"Isaac, you're awake."

Catherine's voice in the darkness was tense, but her tone was extremely concerned. In the darkness, being able to hear Isaac's voice made her, who was originally frightened, finally able to relax.

"Where are we?"

It didn't seem to be in the carriage, where you couldn't hear the hooves of the horses and you couldn't feel the bumps of the carriage. What is this place?