At this time, the golden sun has poured all its heat energy down, shining on this ancient and charming land. Every tree that has grown for many years in Baron Latimer III's estate also struggles to stretch its huge and beautiful canopy into the air, absorbing as much light energy as possible to produce energy-rich organic matter and release the oxygen people need.

Breathing in the extremely fresh oxygen produced by the ancient trees around her, and feeling the warmth and sluggishness of the sun, the figure in Isabelle Walton's eyes is getting farther and farther away from her. Accompanied by the distant figure, it was her eager shout: "Carrie, where are you going?" ”

As she walked out of the woods on the soft grass, the sun was so strong that Isabel's eyes were so bright that she could barely open them. With her right hand on her forehead to shield her from the glare of the sun, she saw the figure walking towards the back of the Gothic building where the sun couldn't shine.

"Damn, is she going to go to the Tower of London to meet her father and brother?" Thinking about it, he unconsciously followed the figure all the way towards the house of Baron Latimer III.

"Isabel, what's wrong with Miss Caroline? Why did she leave? ”

"Sister, what's going on?" At this moment, the voices of a man and a woman were heard from under the shade of the tree on the left. She turned her head to see that Ernest and Euphemia, who were sitting in the shade of a tree talking and drinking, were walking briskly towards her.

When Isabel glanced at the two men approaching, she immediately turned her gaze to the back door of Baron Latimer III's estate, and the figure disappeared into the darkness inside the door. She had no choice but to stop, and her family immediately gathered around, and Ernest looked at her very anxiously, "Isabel, what happened?" ”

Isabel stood on the spot with her left hand on her waist, her brow furrowed, and her right hand went back and forth on her forehead a few times. When she looked up and saw the eldest son of Baron III standing in the shade of a tree playing with his short sword in the shade of the two families, she immediately said, "Ernest, take two men to catch up with Caroline." If she wants to go home, you escort her back. If...... If you go south, you must stop her. ”

"Aren't you going to tell me why?" Ernest agreed to take a few steps when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and quickly turned his head to look at her.

"Hurry up, you must chase her back." Isabel, who was restless, longed for her brother to disappear from her eyes immediately.

At this time, Mrs. Latimer, Catherine Nevel, was in the shade of a tree with her stepson and stepdaughter, sheltering from the increasingly hot sun. Looking at Isabel and her sister, who were standing in the backlight in front of her, she quietly turned her gaze to her stepson on the side, "John, do you like Miss Isabel's sword?" ”

"Hey! Ha! Look at the sword! Stepson John Vultures wielded a short sword in an attempt to imitate the swordsmanship of the adults, and his mouth let out a burst of excited shouts, "Yes, ma'am." If one day I can learn Miss Isabel's swordsmanship, my father and you will be very proud of me. ”

Mrs. Latimer stared lovingly at the movements of her stepson's hands, listening to her stepson's childish cries, "John, this day will come soon." ”

Little John had no idea what was going on between the adults. As he focused his gaze on the direction in which the dagger in his hand had stabbed forward, he suddenly saw the owner of the dagger and Miss Euphemia walking in the direction where he and his stepmother were.

"Sister, I guess it must have been something that Madame Latimer said to Miss Caroline that made Miss Caroline leave so angry." Her sister's words kept ringing in her ears, and Isabel just wanted to find Madame Latimer and ask what was going on.

The cool breeze blowing from the woods where the quarrel took place just now makes every part of the body feel comfortable. In particular, a feverish mind can become calm and clear under the soothing of the cool breeze. Just as Isabel's mind was calming, her eyes were fixed on the calm, elegant Madame Latimer in front of her.

"Miss Isabel, you must be curious to know what I said to Miss Caroline, don't you?" Mrs. Latimer, who sat next to her stepdaughter Clara, sounded indifferent when she spoke.

By this time, the baron's eldest son, John, had followed his stepmother's request and walked to a place where sunlight could shine and continued to play. The girl, Clara Nevel, sat quietly beside her stepmother, looking up at her with a pair of innocent, innocent eyes.

"Clara, I'm going to talk to your mother about something grown-up, do you agree?" Isabel crouched down in front of the child and looked at the girl tenderly.

Clara turned her head to look at her stepmother, then turned to look at her again and nodded, "Yes, I agree, Miss Isabel." ”

"Clara, you're a good boy." Isabel smiled and stood up, and said to Euphemia beside her, "Effie, you stay with Clara. ”

"Ma'am, is that okay?" The smile on Isabel's face was gone, and all that remained was calm.

The two of them came to the other side of the shade of the tree, and Isabel heard a few small bird calls from the woods, and in her eyes was Madame Latimer, who maintained the demeanor of a noble lady in a straitjacket, "Madame, you probably said something to Miss Caroline about the punishment of the leader of the rebellion?" ”

"Isabel, because I want you to be my beloved companion, can the next conversation be like a conversation between partners?" A cool breeze blew through the two of them, but Mrs. Latimer's demeanor was not affected by the cool breeze in the slightest.

As Isabel paced back and forth with her hands behind her back, she glanced at Mrs. Latimer, who was as motionless as a Greek sculpture, "No problem, you can talk as much as you want." ”

"Do you know why I invited Caroline to my husband's estate?" Latimer Lady Catherine Nevel's gaze moved with the other's movements.

"I guess you're thanking her for protecting you and your children while you're in captivity." Isabel crouched down, grabbed a small piece of grass and looked at the woods in front of her.

Catherine lifted the corner of her skirt and walked up to her, looking at the woods in front of her, "Yes, but I hate those who have taken me and the baron's children, and have used women and children to fend off the arrows of His Majesty's longbowmen in order to gain the protection of the Pope. ”

When the floor-length skirt of the shackling skirt appeared in Isabel's sight, she took the soft grass stalk in her mouth, "Catherine, Lord Darlington and his eldest son joining the rebels does not mean that Caroline is also guilty. At least she's also being held in the internment center, with you and the baron's children. ”

"That's because she was against her father taking hostages. What if she also agreed to take the hostages? As Catherine's words blew in the cool breeze, Isabel suddenly felt a chill.