On the afternoon before Sunday, after Augustine Walton was summoned by Henry to speak, Sir Ferguson Congreve took over as he continued to train Isabel in swordsmanship. Ferguson did this because his good brother Augustine needed his selfless help, but the real reason was that he was desperate to learn about Isabel's plan for robbery.

When Ferguson, who was tall, fair-skinned and had a pair of beautiful green eyes, was standing there with a round shield on his left arm and a wooden sword for training in his right hand, Isabel, who was unusually serious, stared into his eyes and said a quip: "Sir, why are you standing motionless opposite me?" Unless you're going to launch a surprise attack on me like a Viking. ”

A strange smile appeared on Ferguson's face, and he whispered, "Squire, you're right. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ferguson suddenly open his arms, exposing his upper body to the other party and leaning forward sharply. Immediately after that, he opened his big mouth and let out a long, heart-rending beast-like roar: "Ah............hhhhh ”

Caught off guard, Isabel Walton didn't have time to react before she was shocked by a roar from the other party. Without waiting for the opponent to make a move, he sat on the ground with his ass. Of course, with the exception of her, the new knight's squire, the rest of the scene had long been accustomed to Ferguson's hand.

Ferguson still stood smiling, waiting for his opponent's attack. Isabel immediately got up from the ground, took a defensive posture with the round shield in her left arm and the wooden sword in her right hand, glared into Jazz's eyes and said, "Sir, I'm ready. If you do this again, I won't be afraid of you again. ”

Ferguson drew the wooden sword in his right hand in a semicircle in the air, slowly approached the opponent's defensive position, and said, "Squial, I know." Attention, now I'm going to attack. ”

After a simulated battlefield training in which the two men were shielded by swords and shields, Isabel took advantage of a large gap exposed under the opponent's left arm to deftly roll forward on the spot. Then, he quickly stood up behind Ferguson and slashed the wooden sword in his hand over the heels of the opponent's two feet.

Simulation training, as long as the movements are in place. Ferguson turned his face to look at her and said with a smile: "Squire, you're very smart. Know how to take advantage of changes in the battlefield to respond appropriately. ”

After another period of training, it was time to rest. Isabel sat on the ground with her shield and wooden sword aside. Ferguson came over and sat beside her with a jar of ale, took a large sip of the ale, and handed it to her.

Isabel looked at the jug in the other's hand in disbelief, then took it and took a big sip. As a modern human, Ferguson's approach seems to be too unhygienic. One is that she will be infected with an epidemic, and the other is that her relationship with Ferguson is limited to a working relationship with the Guards, and the two have not yet formed a friendship bond. Even if the two of them are very good friends, they can't use their personal belongings for public use.

Given his current situation, Elobel quickly put modern ideas behind him. After a few sips of ale, he said lightly: "Sir, how did I not expect that you would really show a fearlessness like a Viking in battle. ”

Ferguson looked at her and said, "Actually, I am a descendant of the Vikings, the Danes. ”

"What you say is true? God, then when did your ancestors come to England? ”

"Well, let me think about it. It was probably in the 8th century that my ancestors came to the north-east of England and invaded the Kingdom of Northumbria and took possession of the capital, York. Later, after the great Dane Cnut the Great conquered all of England, my ancestors lived here until now. ”

"Well, sir, I think you're talking about the Anglo-Saxon Age of the Seven Kingdoms in England."

"Yes, if the Kingdom of Wessex did not have the king Egbert, I am afraid that England would not have existed until now."

"Anyway, the land ended up in the possession of William I, Duke of Normandy."

Ferguson said proudly: "Duke of Normandy, William I the Conqueror is still a descendant of our Vikings. Now, Squire, can history lesson be over? ”

Isabel nodded and said, "Hmm, what do you want to say?" ”

"Tomorrow is Sunday Mass, should you talk to me about how you should get rich?"

"Oh, of course. Sir Dane, I remember the Vikings famously saying: 'Land and wealth, go and take it.'" Is that so? ”

"Hahaha... Squial, if you were in the time of my ancestors, you would not be an Anglo of Northumbria, you would be a Danish warrior who was not afraid of death. ”

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"Isabel, what are you doing? Dismount. At this moment, Augustine's hurried, muffled voice woke Isabel Walton, who was sitting on horseback in a daze.

Isabel turned her head and saw Henry smiling at her horse with Sir Augustine. He hurriedly jumped off his horse, saluted Henry, and said, "Good morning, Your Highness." ”

Henry, dressed in a splendid duke's attire, nodded and said, "Good morning, Miss Walton." ”

Henry's appearance caused the servants present and the ordinary commoners and tenant farmers attending Sunday Mass to shy away from him, and Henry looked around at the crowd and whispered to Augustine and said, "Sir, Miss Walton, I find that I am really wearing the wrong clothes today." ”

Augustine replied with a soft smile, "Your Highness, they have shown you a respect and obedience from the bottom of their hearts, which is rarely seen in any other part of England. ”

Isabel couldn't figure out how this red-haired kid could get here. She still couldn't help but not call Henry a red-haired boy directly, swallowed her saliva, and said with a serious expression: "Your Highness, do you have anything to say?" If not, Sir and I will continue to work. ”

Henry stared at each other with his hands behind his back, but said to Augustine, "Sir, may I speak to Miss Walton?" ”

Augustine felt a little strange at the young lord's behavior, but replied anyway, "Yes, Your Highness. You can certainly talk to Walton. ”

As the two of them walked towards the less crowded north side of the castle, Henry blinked at the roadside building and said, "Well, Miss Walton, if you like, may I call you Isabel now?" ”

Isabel looked away and said casually, "Of course." ”

"Uh, what were you thinking just now? Until I stood before you and Sir you did not see me. ”

"Nothing. I'm just recalling the sword skills that Sir Alex Ferguson taught me. ”

"Sword skills? Wait, shouldn't it be called swordsmanship? ”

Isabel glanced at the church of Nazareth on her right, which fell behind her, and said to him, "In the ancient Anglo-Saxon era of England, this is what the people who lived here called swordsmanship. ”