Isabel tapped her heels lightly on the horse's belly, and the riding horse under her crotch slowly led her into the tall, majestic fence gate. After taking a few steps and noticing that there was no one beside him, he reined in his horse and turned to see that Richard Hawkins was still standing outside the door on horseback, and smiled at her and said, "I'm sorry, Miss, I'm going to the docks to accompany the city officials and councillors." ”

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he hurriedly added, "Miss, a lot of letters have been delivered after your voyage, and I have sent someone to put them in your room." ”

"Letters...?" Isabel nodded thoughtfully, "Sir, I'll check." ”

Richard left in a particularly good mood, as Isabel not only financed the Nemesis to his family's overseas trade, but also allowed his son Brady to continue as a boatswain as one of the officers. He believed that his son, Brady, would soon be a navigator, adjutant of maritime affairs, captain or captain of a ship in a few years. Therefore, he intends to express his gratitude to the noble lady of the north with some expensive gifts.

When Isabel returned to her room, she found a large pile of letters neatly arranged on her desk. There was nothing on Nuoda's desk, but it was almost full of letters written to her. When she picked up a random letterbox, she saw that the fire-lacquered seal on the seal was intact, which proved that the letter had not been opened. Look at the seals of other letters, and the same.

Eagerly picking up the paper cutter on the table, and just as he was about to open a letter, he turned to look at the maid standing by the door, "Uh, is there a big barrel like that for bathing?" ”

The young maid hired by the Hawkins family looked up at her, blinked hesitantly a few times, and finally agreed submissively, "Yes, Miss Isabel." ”

"Oh, that's what the ship's doctor told me. The ship's doctor said that bathing would be good for my illness. Isabel smiled comfortingly on her face, reassuring the maid's doubts. In fact, she was using the ship doctor as a cover for her preferences.

As the maid turned to leave the room, Isabel stopped her again, "Wait, you go and get another bucket of milk that smells of rancid." ”

As several maids busily prepared for her the bath, the expired milk, the large wooden bucket, the soap, the cotton towels, and the large pieces of cloth spread in the wooden barrel, she opened the letter in her hand with a paper cutter. On closer inspection, the letter was written to her by the Duke of Richmond at the end of December last year.

The main content of the letter was that his father, Henry VIII, was angry when he learned that the Scots had broken the treaty, and was preparing to send an army to attack Edinburgh to retrieve his bride, Mary Stuart, for his younger brother, Prince Edward. As his father's commander in the North, he was immediately given the rank of Admiral and Admiral in preparation for the upcoming Anglo-Soviet War.

"Lord of the Admiralty! Admiral! Isabel took a great interest in the two job titles that appeared in the letters. He put down the letter and turned to the wardrobe on the west side of the room, pulled off the high riding boots and stockings on his feet a few times, and took off the tights on his body. Barefoot walked to the other side of the cupboard and poured himself a glass of wine.

She returned to her desk with her glass in hand, and read the letter from the Duke of Richmond to her while sipping her wine. After reading the letter and rolling up the letter, he put it on the desk and picked up another letter. The letter, written to her by her father, Baron Walton I, in October last year, was mainly about how much her mother had missed her since she left Yorkshire in June. I hope that my father can send someone to visit her in the south and provide her with some material assistance for her life in the south.

After reading the two letters, Isabel was about to open the third letter when the housekeeper led a dozen male and female servants carrying all kinds of bathing items, a dozen buckets of hot water and a bucket of milk that constantly smelled sour and rancid. When the housekeeper saw her, her face was full of respectful and excited smiles, "Miss Isabel, I see you safely back to Plymouth, and I think this is God's protection for you!" ”

Isabel put down the letter and looked at the various items prepared for her bath with her glass, and smiled at the butler, "Esther, I think God is not just me, but the entire fleet. ”

"Miss, everyone is at the docks at this time to celebrate the return of the fleet, you... How did you get back? ”

"Esther, actually, I don't like this kind of crowded and noisy place. So, I came back early to rest. ”

Esther, the middle-aged housekeeper, nodded, and while directing the maids to place large pieces of white cloth in the bathtub, she asked curiously, "Miss, I've heard many people say that the patriarch and you sailed far away this time, right?" ”

Isabel looked up at the few valets who had not yet left the room, and nodded, "Yes, Esther, you can let these valets out." ”

"God, I almost forgot about it." Esther smiled apologetically and turned to look at the manservant standing by the door, "You all go out and close the door!" ”

As soon as the door closed, Isabel eagerly began to take off the last few pieces of clothing and leggings. After taking off the clothes all over his body, he took the towel from the maid's hand, squatted down and put the towel into the milk bucket. All the maids present looked at her with curious eyes, but only the housekeeper Esther dared to ask her, "Miss, are you... What do you mean. ”

Isabel tried to make her explanation sound more like the truth, and while smearing it with expired milk with a towel, she explained in a matter-of-fact manner, "Well, that's what a doctor at the University of Santo Domingo taught me. He said that by doing so, I would avoid the plague in my body. ”

"Santo Domingo... University? While Esther asked curiously, all the maids were also very curious about her words.

Isabel smeared her entire body with plenty of rancid milk and placed a towel on the edge of the tub. Taking the glass from a maid, he smiled softly and explained as he waited for his skin to begin to absorb the milk, "University of Santo Domingo, in the city of Santo Domingo, on the island of Spain in the Caribbean. Did you know Esther, this Spanish island was the first overseas territory of the Spaniards in the Americas? ”

Almost everyone was fascinated, and a young maid looked at her and asked in a low voice, "Mademoiselle, is this city of Santo Domingo bigger than Plymouth?" ”

Isabel took a sip of wine and shook her head, "No, except for the Doge's Palace, the university, the church, and some Spanish buildings, the outside of the city is almost entirely plantations. ”