There was silence, and even if a pin fell on the floor tiles, it was only Isabel and the valet Eugene in the passage outside the study of the main castle building. Eugene, dressed in a linen robe, stood on the left side of the study door with his hands on his lower abdomen, standing straight and motionless, and even his eyes with long eyelashes stared at the stone wall directly in front of him for a long time.

When Isabelle Walton was taken to the waiting area outside the study, Eugene had quickly brought her a glass of red wine at Henry's orders. However, for a modern woman born centuries later and having tried a variety of alcoholic beverages or soft drinks, a glass of red wine can feel as bland as a glass of water.

Sitting in a chair in the waiting area, Isabel absentmindedly glanced at the ruby red wine that had been placed on the coffee table, and she sincerely wished that Eugene would bring her a glass of pure Scotch whisky that she used to drink at gatherings with friends. If you don't have whiskey, it's even better to be able to drink a glass of tequila with carbonated soda.

Unfortunately, Scotland at this time seemed to be in the "honeymoon period" of more than two centuries of alliance with France against England, and even Mary I, Queen of Scots, would not be born until a few years later. Thus, not only is the original "confederation" of England and Scotland a matter of course, not to mention the "United Kingdom of Great Britain", which will come into existence in the future.

Perhaps, a few hundred years later, Scotch whisky was hidden in the underground cellars of some of the great Scottish nobles. Legend has it that the Scots learned the art of whisky making for at least 1,500 years. It can be inferred that Mary I's mother, Marie de Guise, must have had an abundance of tempting Scotch whisky in her Edinburgh castle.

As for Tequila, Mexico's national drink, don't be delusional. This was because it was only after the Spanish invaders brought distillation to the New World that there were distillates based on tequila, which was made from the fermentation of agave juice.

During the long, boring wait, Isabelle's mind inadvertently popped up with the image of Henry, and questions about his reputation, status, and other intriguing questions.

"Henry Fitzroy, Duke of Richmond? The childish and childish Henry looks like a high school student in the 10th or 11th grade. It is so suspicious to be canonized as a duke at such a young age. ”

"Also, Sir Augustine and that obnoxious butler often called him His Highness. Why didn't these two men call him 'Duke' instead, 'Your Highness'? ”

Thinking of this, Isabel picked up her glass and took a sip of red wine. As she put down her glass, she thought, "Until the time I lived, the British royal family had always existed in this world. So, does this Henry have a certain inevitable connection with the British royal family at this time?! ”

There was another question she hadn't thought through. It is the highest rank in the British aristocratic title - duke, which kind of person can be awarded, to be exact, what kind of nobleman is it, and by what kind of qualifications is this nobleman canonized as a duke? If you figure this out, then all the problems will be solved.

As Isabel picked up her glass again, she suddenly noticed the valet Eugene glancing at her, and she knew what the young boy was thinking. So, with a slight smile and another sip of red wine, she already had an idea.

Standing up, with his hands behind his back, he walked towards the valet with the catwalk that modern women are accustomed to on the catwalk. Eugene had already spotted her movements with his eyes, but he had never seen such a graceful and infectious female walking posture, and he couldn't help but be a little stunned.

When Isabel, with her curvaceous body and affectionate eyes, came to a place only 5 inches (12.7 centimeters) away from him, Eugene's heartbeat involuntarily accelerated. He felt his heart beat so violently as never before, and his thin body trembled slightly from the rapid heartbeat.

Eugene struggled to keep his composure, his eyes staring at the stone wall in front of him. But his sense of smell was not so obedient, and a faint, very good smell of feminine body slowly burrowed into his nostrils, into his brain, and into his thoughts.

Then, Isabel deliberately said in a sweet-sounding voice, "Hi, hello. My name is Isabel, what's your name? ”

The young manservant didn't dare to look at her face at all, and stood there straight, stammering, "Hello." I... I... My name is Eugene. ”

"Hey, Eugene, are you nervous?"

"I... I... No. Miss Walton, what can I do for you? ”

"You're welcome, Eugene. I think if you can't calm down, you can try to take deep breaths, and take a few deep breaths to make you less nervous. ”

"I... I wasn't nervous. ”

Isabel leaned against the stone wall and smiled lightly and said, "Hey, Eugene, have you not been in contact with any young women in your life other than your mother?" ”

Without thinking, Eugene replied, "yes, how do you know?" ”

"Well, I can see why you're nervous. Listen, I have some questions for you. ”

The tactics or means of obtaining information are still relatively correct, but Isabel has found the wrong person. How much can a young boy who is a low-class servant know about the nobility and the royal family?

Meanwhile, two middle-aged men and a boy in the study are arguing about her final punishment. Arthur frowned, seemingly disagreeing with the Captain Knight's words. After a few seconds, he said to Henry, "Your Highness, as your loyal servant, I think that Sir's decision may be of a certain danger. ”

Augustine had made up his mind to protect Isabel, the most precious "gift" that God had given him. With his left hand, he pressed the hilt of the stabbing sword on his waist, looked coldly at the butler, and said, "Mr. Field, you mean you have a better idea?" ”

Henry leaned back in his chair and stared at the two middle-aged men standing at the desk with his wine glass. I saw the butler standing on the left side straighten his waist and state to him, "Your Highness, Miss Walton is a woman, and a woman cannot be a knight's squire. If Jazz wanted her to pay the fine by labor, he could have allowed Miss Walton to do all kinds of work until the fine was paid. ”