Obviously, Bruce, like everyone else who met Isabel for the first time, had all sorts of question marks in his head, and he did. Although he did not understand how a woman who was dressed so strangely and probably did not understand what etiquette was, could become a knightly squire of a lord. But out of deference to his lord, Mr. Harder quickly accepted the reality that could hardly be true.

Since the established facts are accepted, there can be no change in the title. Bruce Harder ignored the other party's question, and just said calmly, "Squial, from now on, you can use the two titles of Chief Servant or Mr. Harder to show your respect for me. Although in Asker Manor, you are not subject to any assignment from me in other matters. ”

As soon as Isabel heard the other person introduce herself, she immediately remembered the disgusting butler of Nottingham Castle, Mr. Arthur Field, with whom she had dealed. She felt how similar the two butlers were in the exercise of their duties. If the two looked and dressed more similarly, she could say with certainty that the two were born to the same mother, but the father was two men.

Of course, Isabel Walton, who came from a poor background, from the time she can remember until she graduated from the Naval Academy in Maryland, everything was earned by her own hard work and perseverance. She has enjoyed the life of American billionaires, celebrities, high-ranking politicians and Wall Street elites, and naturally she is not qualified to enjoy the round-the-clock service of British butlers in the United States.

Ironically, she is now in the birthplace of the English butler. Isabel didn't say yes or no, but deliberately said with a smirk: "Okay." Uh, Mr. Hard, are you the steward who runs this manor named Asker? ”

"No, I am the lord, the steward of Sir Augustine's house."

"Oh, so you're the butler of the Sir family. By the way, why do you call me 'Squial'? ”

Bruce straightened his collar slightly, looked at her with a look of disdain, and said, "In the knightly system established after the Crusades, the identity and title of the knight's squire have long been clearly defined. So, I can only use 'Squire' to call you. ”

After saying that, Bruce looked at her with disdain as he was about to leave, and said, "Okay, now take the lord's horse and follow me." ”

Isabel pouted nonchalantly, "Okay, Mr. Harder. Pulling the reins of the two geldings, he carried the knight captain's belongings, and followed the butler towards the back of the Augustine family's house.

Along the way, she curiously observed the low houses on both sides of the dirt road and said, "Mr. Hader, since the Crusaders established the knighthood after the Crusades, does the term 'Squaar' have any specific meaning?" ”

Of course, the word comes from Classical English and Classical French. In the Crusaders' wars against the infidels, the knights used to refer to their retinue carrying knightly shields. ”

"Oh, I see. Uh, Mr. Harder, this village is called Asker Manor, isn't it? ”

"You're right, this is a gift from His Royal Highness the Honorable Duke to the lord."

"So, who are the people who live in these houses?"

"They are tenant farmers of the lord and work for the lord."

In Isabel's eyes, the powerful Sir Augustine resembled a small feudal landowner in his territory. And the landlord's immediate boss, Henry, Duke of Richmond, was a large landowner and a great nobleman. As for Henry's immediate boss, of course, the big fat man Henry VIII, who had the same red hair as Henry, was in the court of distant London.

Isabel led the horse forward, and while thinking about playing a joke with Bruce, she casually asked, "Mr. Hard, I have a question that I don't understand." Whose tenant farmer is Sir Tenant Farmer, you as Steward, and Jazz himself? ”

Bruce looked back at her in surprise and said, "What do you mean, Squaar?" ”

"Oh, I'm just asking. You know, I spent ten years in that monastery in the mountains of Barcelona. ”

"Oh, you studied in a convent in Spain?"

"yes, didn't Sir tell you?"

"No... Yes. Uh, what did you want to ask just now? ”

"I mean, all of you here, including Sir and you as the butler, whose tenants are they?"

"His Royal Highness the Honourable Duke at Nottingham Castle, of course."

"Haha, Mr. Chief Servant, you dare not admit who your esteemed King Majesty is, and you deserve to be put to death!"

As a member of Augustine's family, Bruce Hard, the housekeeper who takes care of all affairs by himself, has already memorized the "Supreme Act" and the "Rebellion Act", two laws that are closely related to his net worth and life, passed by parliament this year. Such painstaking efforts were also for the sake of the reputation, status, and wealth of his lord Augustine's family.

Bruce blinked, quickly recalling the relevant ordinance in the Treason Act. After only two minutes, his face returned to a state of rigor, more aristocratic than noble, and he looked at Isabel coldly and said, "Only those who do not recognize the king as the head of the church and deny the legitimacy of the king's marriage will be regarded as rebellion and shall be punished by death." Squire, you have violated the 'honesty' of the knightly virtue, you see? ”

Before Isabel could argue, she turned and walked in the direction of the stable. Isabel pursed her mouth and whispered, "Please, it's just a joke." In any case, agents from the FBI, CIA, and DHS could not have traveled to medieval England to arrest the base terrorists who opposed Henry's marriage. ”

When her muttering, inexplicable "self-talk" reached the ears of the housekeeper in front, the cautious housekeeper couldn't help but shake his head. A few minutes later, Bruce led the lady, who was leading the two horses, to the location of Sir's stables.

Isabel now has plenty of time to get a good look at the stables in 16th-century England. Neither the materials used to build the stables nor the layout inside the stables can compare to the modern ranch in Texas, where she worked part-time for the summer.

But overall, the Gothic look, the sturdy roof and the fence, and the fact that each horse has its own compartment are pretty nice. Although this is only Sir Augustine's own stable, it is not much different from the stables of His Royal Highness the Duke in Nottingham Castle.

Without waiting for the steward's further instructions, Isabel skillfully led the horses out of each compartment, and in turn unloaded the saddle, sweat pads, armatures, water strains, bridles, bridles, and bridles, as well as the knight's personal belongings.