Nottingham Castle in the dark of night, like Tolkien's black dragon Ankaragang, crouched on the banks of the River Swell, motionless. Legend has it that the black dragon Ankara Gang was large enough to block out the light of the sun or the light of the moon.

However, the Nottingham Castle in front of you doesn't look that huge. Regardless, as Isabel walked towards Ackerman's body, a crescent moon with a cold glow was wandering between the canopy and the clouds in the night.

Isabel Walton looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, frowning and gently caressing her forehead, which had just been hit. Shaking his head, he muttered to himself: "Damn, I didn't have to be so strong if I knew I wouldn't have to be so strong, my head still hurts a little faintly." ”

Hughes, the night watchman behind him, stood tremblingly in front of the stables with an oil lamp, not daring to move. When he saw the beautiful "witch" pull out the bloody unidentified object from Ackerman's chest, he felt like an ancient pig with gray hair and exposed fangs to be slaughtered.

Before killing the janitor, Isabel did have a plan: to leave the castle quickly before the others found out. At this point, she didn't seem to be in a hurry to implement her escape plan, after all, she had just killed an adult male.

Now, she needs a little time to adjust to the new environment, the new country, the new era, and even the new president. Oh, and the current president is certainly not the President of the United States, nor the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, he is His Majesty King Henry VIII of the Kingdom of England.

Isabel rubbed the bloody folding knife against the back of her jeans' thighs, and then gathered the folding knife and walked over to Hughes. Smiled slightly, and whispered, "Very good, Hughes, I didn't expect you to stand here motionless like the McDonald's clown (McDonald's fast food's signature mascot and corporate identity spokesperson)." ”

Hughes had a horrified look on his face, and he didn't understand why the other party was laughing. Could it be that this is a precursor to the killing of him? Thinking of this, Hughes's figure began to tremble, and even the oil lamp in his hand swayed slightly in the cold wind.

"I'm sorry, but it's not funny. Well, I can seriously tell you that I won't treat you like Ackerman. Uh, that guy lying on the ground is called Ackerman, right? Isabel said seriously.

"It's... Yes, Witch Lord. In Hughes's eyes, Isabel had become an authentic witch.

"Uh, is that the nickname you gave me? Well, cool. Well, I just wanted to tell you three things. First, Ackerman deliberately physically attacked me, and I killed him out of necessity. It's like him breaking into my home without my permission, and under the Second Amendment of the Constitution, I can use a weapon to defend myself for legitimate purposes. ”

"Second, suppose you are not, not for the purpose of revenge, to notify this... If the people in the castle come to capture me, I won't pose a mortal threat to your life, you understand? ”

"Thirdly, assuming that this is indeed the Kingdom of England under Henry VIII, how can I return to my home safely?"

Hughes stared intently at the young "witch's" voice and smile, and suddenly he had a feeling of liking to be with the "witch". Unfortunately, this feeling is short-lived, and the desire is slim. As a devout Catholic, he had to practice abstinence and asceticism.

After the other party finished speaking, he quickly shook his head a few times to bring himself back to reality. Blinking his eyes, he muttered to the other party, "Witch-sama, you mean you want to go back to your home?" ”

Isabel nodded and said, "Well, that's right. You know, it was a damn tornado that brought me here. ”

"Witch, I haven't actually read at all, and I don't understand what you're saying."

"God, if I had known, I should have pulled your butler or lord out of the warm bed and answered the few questions I just asked."

"Lord Witch, I think you'd better get out of Nottingham Castle as soon as possible."

"You're saying I killed someone?"

"Yes. Although in the eyes of the lord, Ackerman is not as good as an ancient pig that can be turned into delicious salted meat in winter. ”

"Uh-huh, I see what you mean."

"No, maybe you don't understand what I mean. I mean, the lord and Mr. Field will think you're a witch first. For, as a serf of the lord and a believer of God, I will surely tell you honestly how you killed Ackerman. ”

Hughes added: "According to the facts I have stated, the lord will surely accuse you of witchcraft. Before you are convicted, the people here will ask the lord to burn you. Of course, the lord also has the right to punish you for your actions by other cruel punishments. ”

Isabel suddenly thought that it was the time of Henry VIII in the middle of the 16th century, and hurriedly said, "I see." Hughes, does this Nottingham castle have a back door? ”

"Yes, Doris of the plague was transported out of the back door of the castle after she died in this stable."

"Thank you so much for your honesty, Hughes. Oh, thank you for me and for your God. ”

After a long time of talking, Isabel still didn't get any useful information. But one thing is certain, if she doesn't escape from the castle in time, she will die a very painful and ugly death.

Isabel looked at Ackerman's corpse, then at Hughes and said, "I'm sure you'll tell your lord and Mr. Field what this man intends to do to me." ”

Hughes nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"So, can you take me to the back door of the castle?"

"Lord Witch, if the gatekeeper at the back door doesn't allow you to leave, are you planning to kill another person?"

"As long as he doesn't pose a threat to my life, I don't think I'll kill him."

"Okay. But one thing I want to tell you first is that if I lie to the janitor, then I'm guilty. It was only by confessing to the priest that I could be forgiven. ”

"I understand, you don't have to speak."

A few minutes later, Isabel was guided by Hughes to the back door of the castle. Unexpectedly, the janitor guarding the back door of the castle actually fell asleep, and she smiled softly and said to Hughes in front, "Hey, look, he's asleep." ”

Hughes stopped and whispered to her as she walked up, "I see it." ”

Isabel tiptoed over to the sleeping janitor, looked at him alertly, and then stretched out her right hand in a knife pose. Then, he quickly slashed the side of his hand at the left side of the janitor's neck, and the janitor fell straight to the ground without making a sound.

Hughes blinked, stepped forward and said eagerly, "Lord Witch, you... You killed him? ”

Isabel laughed and said, "No, of course I didn't kill him. I just, in a way that I prefer, to keep him dreaming. ”

Hughes quickly stretched out his finger and probed under the janitor's nostrils, and when he felt the janitor's snort, he shook his head and said, "It seems that you are indeed a real witch." ”

Isabel looked at the castle gate, which consisted of a large double wooden door with a thick deadbolt on the inside, and said, "Hughes, can you help me lift the deadbolt down?" ”