Sir Augustine Walton looked at his daughter and said, "Son, you have done so to Lord Haswell, so did he do so?" I mean, what if Lord Haswell had a certain deviation in his opinion of the boy's father? ”

"Dereliction of duty, abuse of power, and extortion," Isabel looked at her father's serious expression, and these phrases quickly popped into her mind. On second thought, Baron Haswell, who was directly under the orders of the Privy Council in London, did have a lot of power in Richmondshire. It can be said that there is probably no one but the Duke of Richmond and the magistrate who can restrain his infinitely inflated lust for power.

Perhaps, the gentleman-born magistrate of the county arrested some local yeoman farmers, tenant farmers, or hired laborers for the sake of money, and threw them into prison. In this case, this bastard can extort money from the families of these people?!

This possibility exists and cannot be denied. But at the moment, she has no way to prove it. For she also had to give a reasonable explanation to her mother and Euphemia for the postponement of her sister's marriage, for she had advocated that her father, Sir Augustine, do so.

Thinking of this, Isabel put down her glass and stared at her father and said, "Sir, what you said makes sense. But now I'll give my mother and Effie an explanation. ”

"Well, I'll help you with what you've decided, at least that's what I said to Sir Roland. So, have you figured out how to deal with this boy's affairs? ”

"Father, I'll do my best to fix it." Isabel stood up and saluted her father, then took her belt and dagger and walked out of the dining room.

Euphemia, who had run out of the dining room to scold Walter Clark for her sister, soon came to the room where the servants were dining on the side of the kitchen. As soon as she entered the room, she saw a boy dressed as a tenant farmer sitting at a table, munching on barley breadsticks stained with vegetable broth.

Dressed in a dark blue tight-fitting lichen skirt with a velvet-covered crescent hood, and her hands on her lower abdomen in front of the skirt, Euphemia Walton stood reservedly not far from the entrance of the room, and the butler who arrived afterwards said solemnly when he walked into the room and saw the boy: "Walter Clarke, put down the bread in your hand." ”

Walter thought the barley bread and vegetable soup was so fragrant and delicious that he didn't care if he could eat anything else. In fact, his status dictates that he can only eat barley bread and vegetable soup. At this time, he was just thinking about eating a free lunch, and the decision he made in the morning in the midst of hunger had long been forgotten by him.

He looked up blankly when he heard the voice of the middle-aged man who claimed to be the butler. The first thing that caught his eye was the unsmiling butler, and then he saw a very young, very well-dressed girl standing behind the butler to the left and glaring at him.

Hurriedly threw down the barley bread sticks in his hand and stood up, quietly put his right hand behind him and rubbed it fiercely on his clothes. He walked up to the butler with his head bowed and said in a panic, "Mr. Hader, I... I'm so hungry. ”

"This is Miss Euphemia, the daughter of the Sir, salute quickly." Bruce rebuked solemnly and solemnly.

"I'm sorry, Miss, hello! I... I'm Walter, Clark's son. Walter, who was so nervous, didn't dare to look up at the young, beautiful Euphemia Walton.

Yufermia, who noticed that the other party's body was starting to tremble slightly, ignored Walter's words and just took a few steps to the side reservedly. Then, disdainfully, he said, "Someone told me that you want to have an honor duel with my sister?" ”

Walter stole a glance at the young lady who had walked to the other side, turned his body to face Yuphemi Shiya and lowered his head slightly and whispered, "Uh, young lady, who is your sister?" ”

"Miss Isabel. I'm sure you'll be able to remember her face when you see her again. ”

"Yes, miss."

"So, why do you want to duel my sister?"

"Miss, I... I was innocently imprisoned because my father was... That's why in order to save my father, I... Just... Presented to Lady Medusa... The request of the duel. ”

"Well, so you know my sister's nickname in the dueling ring. So, aren't you afraid of being killed by my sister at all? ”

Walter buried his head even lower when he felt a haughty, noble aristocratic air conveyed from Euphemia's voice and tone. I didn't know if my hands should be on my hips or hanging naturally at my sides, and I muttered, "I'm sorry, Miss." I... In order to save my father, I would rather be killed by your sister's sword. ”

Yuphimia, who didn't know the actual situation, didn't understand what he meant, and just snorted softly: "I don't care why you want to duel my sister for something. But you have already made an unforgivable mistake by entering the Asker Manor with a weapon! ”

"Yes... I'm sorry, miss. I... I didn't know I couldn't do it, Lady Isabel, no, Miss Medusa didn't tell me what I should do. ”

Nervous and frightened, Walter confused Isabelle's honorific title with his nickname, and naturally he did not know that he had made a second mistake. Sure enough, this second mistake he made was caught right by the almost nitpicky Yuphimia.

Seeing that Walter, who was already oozing beads of sweat on his forehead, was completely stunned by his momentum, and was about to further intimidate the son of the stupid tenant farmer, Isabel appeared at the door of the restaurant.

The dazed Walter didn't know how long he had been standing, he just felt that there seemed to be no human breath around him, and the sounds and voices in the room seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye. When he slowly raised his head to look around, he suddenly heard a gentle voice not far behind him: "Boy, don't stand there, come and sit down." ”

"Yes, miss." Walter, who was almost frightened, thought that Euphemia was ordering him, and obediently turned around and walked to the place where he had eaten and sat down.

"Boy, are you full?" The sound of gentle speech came from the other end of the table again.

"Yes, miss, I'm full." Walter didn't seem to hear who was talking, and was no longer the domineering Miss Euphemia.

"Are you sure? I told you that you had to eat more to have the strength to have an honor duel with me. ”

"Well, ...... you?" When Walter looked up, he saw that the person who spoke had turned out to be Lady Medusa in his mouth.