"Squeak... Chirping... "The ancient and heavy, nearly 200-year-old castle gate was lifted up little by little by four or five Scottish cavalrymen in infantry busts. When the gate was lifted to half a man's height, Sir Oliver Sinclair, impatient with his sword, stooped under the gate and rushed into the interior of the castle.

"My lord, where are you? I'm Sir Oliver! Jazz shouted with his sword in his hand and rushed into the small square of the castle. At this time, there was still no one in the entire castle of Kellle Frzek, who responded to him.

"Bastard, did the Anglos kill the Lord, his wife, the children, the sergeants, and the servants??" Sir thought as he ran to the main building on the left, three stories to the left.

Just as he was running up the stairs on the east side of the main building, he suddenly heard a faint cry for help coming from the detention cell on the right. At this moment, his squires and several cavalrymen rushed to the bottom of the stairs with swords in hand.

"There seems to be someone in that detention cell, you go and see, I'll go find the Baron." After Sir had given the order, he immediately rushed to the third floor where the Baron and his family lived.

"Sir, ma'am......" Sir Oliver's exclamation echoed in the long corridor on the third floor, and with a "bang...", the door of Baron Maxwell's study, which was located on the westernmost side of the third floor, was slammed open with his shoulder armor by a three-quarters knight, and Sir rushed in.

"Bastard, no one?" After a quick search in the study, Jazz moved on to the other rooms. There was another "bang...", and Sir slammed open the baron's bedroom, but there was still no sign of anyone.

Next, the bedroom of the wife of Baron Maxwell V, the bedrooms of the eldest son and the second son, and the bedroom of the eldest daughter were knocked open one after another by Sir Smith, and the result was still nothing. When Jazz returns to the hallway in despair, he hears "Woo... Woo... Woo ......" sound.

......The door to a maid's room on the third floor of the third floor, near the east staircase, was slammed open, and Sir Oliver rushed in to see seven or eight young maids sitting or leaning on the stone floor of the room. The maids were each tied from behind with their hands tied, their mouths tightly strangled with strips of cloth, and their feet tied to death.

Jazz immediately rushed to the side of the Baroness's valet, crouched down and used his sword to cut the ropes that bound the other man's hands and feet, and asked eagerly as he cut it, "What is the matter?" Where are the adults and the ladies? ”

The valet reached behind her head to untie the strip of cloth that was holding her mouth, and after untying it, she looked at Jazz weakly and said intermittently, "My lord... and the lord's eldest son... Someone who... Arrested. Madam... The second son of the lady and lord... The eldest daughter, probably all in... Inside the church. ”

"I see." Sir nodded, and turned his head to look at the maid as he stood up and ran out, "You untie everyone else." ”

Sir Oliver quickly reached the first floor of the Baron's private chapel from the inner staircase of the main building. When he rushed into the church again, he found that the baroness was there. Not only the lady was there, but also the baron's second son, eldest daughter and Catholic parishioner.

The four men sat on a few long chairs in the dimly lit candlelit church, all looking a little wilted. "Madame, priest, are you alright?" Jazz asked aloud as he stepped forward quickly.

When he walked up to Madame, he found that Madame's hands and feet were also tied, and her mouth was strangled with a strip of cloth. As Sir carefully cut the rope for his wife with the dagger he carried, several horsemen came to the church with swords in hand. One of the horsemen, upon seeing the knight, immediately stepped forward and reported: "Your Excellency, the baron's squire, sergeant, and valet have all been found, all of them are being held in the holding cell, and no one has been found dead yet. ”

"Well, go get some water and bread for the people, and ask them if they know who did it?" The cavalry promised to leave when he was stopped by Sir again, "Go and fetch some wine to the church and give it to the lady and the priest." ”

"Yes, sir."

At this point, everyone living in the Baron's family castle was rescued. And, it is reassuring to know that no one has been killed. Given that the Baroness and the two children were frightened, Sir did not let the maid carry them back to his room.

Some wine was brought, and a dozen more candles were lit on the menorah on the east side of the church. When the Catholic chapel had once again been restored to its sacred religious appearance, the Baroness spoke to Sir Oliver in a gentle tone about the series of accidents that had begun last night.

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"Your Excellency, are you satisfied with the food and the ale?" Isabel stood in front of Baron Maxwell, smiling at the cured meat in his hand and a cowhide water bag filled with ale.

The baron, who sat on a small mound, sat side by side with his eldest son, Robert, munching with relish on a piece of cured pork that had just been eaten in his mouth. While chewing, he picked up the water bag and took a sip of ale, looking at her with a smile on his face, "Miss Isabel, our two countries are at war at this time, and it is already good to have these things to eat." ”

Isabel nodded and smiled, then turned her gaze to the baron's eldest son on the right, "Robert, what about you?" If I can't get used to it, I told me that I didn't want to be perceived as treating my captives by withholding food. ”

Robert took a sip of ale, raised his right hand and looked at a piece of cured meat in his hand, tilted his head and said, "Not bad." Well, miss, what day of the week is today? ”

"Friday, the Catholic day of fasting."

As soon as Isabel finished speaking, the baron and his eldest son were stunned. Both men held food and water bags in their hands, both of which remained still. The half-chewed cured pork was also in his mouth, neither chewing nor swallowing, and staring straight at her with his mouth slightly open.

Robert was a young man and reacted much faster than his father. When his head turned to the left and he was about to spit the cured pork in his mouth on the ground, Isabel looked at him coldly, "Robert, if you want to spit out the meat, I will immediately have someone throw you into the sea and let you catch a fish to eat." ”

"Oh, okay, I think I can spit on my hand." Robert did spit the meat in the palm of his hand, and looked at her helplessly, "Miss, you are a northerner and a Catholic, how can you break the vows?" ”

"You guys like them." Isabel turned around and gave an order to the few would-be lancers standing a few paces away, then turned to look at Robert, "Our two countries are at war, and you and your father are my captives, so we can only get this food. ”