For those who know Isabel Walton well, there is nothing in this world that she can't do. Of course, this is only for what she knows and is good at. And for Mrs. Scroop, all she should do is how to marry herself off successfully.

If she could marry an earl with prestige and status in society, she would spend the rest of her life in a luxurious and luxurious countess lifestyle. Even if you can't be a countess, becoming a baroness is a good option. Of course, the bottom line of a successful marriage is to become a knight's wife.

Isabel knew what the other party wanted to say, nothing more than marrying a nobleman and learning needlework, cooking, makeup etiquette, household chores, territorial affairs, playing cards, gambling on dice, horseback riding, falconry, and so on. She didn't want to give any explanation for the question raised by the other party, she just laughed it off.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I didn't come to the dinner today in a gown, it's a faux pas to your husband and you. So, I can only answer your questions the next time I meet with you. ”

Mrs. Scropp was slightly stunned, then chuckled softly, "Miss, I heard something about you from Lord Cumberland. You know, Lord Cumberland is my brother. ”

At this time, the butler walked into the dining room and asked the lord, Baron Walton, if he could serve the food. With the lord's permission, the bartender, the caterer, and a dozen or so valets with plates entered. Soon, the rectangular table was filled with fresh dishes.

In between meals, Isabel no longer intended to talk in circles with Baron and Mrs. Skrop. Instead, he went straight to the purpose of the aristocratic couple's visit to the manor today, and said straight to the point, "Your Excellency, you know the positions that Your Highness and my father hold in the committee. So, I think you want to regain the trust of His Majesty the King through your position on the Commission, don't you? ”

Baron Skrop did want to regain Henry VIII's trust, but at the moment he didn't know what he could do or how to achieve his goals. On closer listening, he thought that what Isabel had said about the Commission's role was a good idea.

Putting down the knife and fork, he raised his glass and saluted Isabel, "Miss, I know that the position of the committee is not for ordinary nobles. So I'm just thinking about what I can do to gain the trust of His Majesty. ”

"No, you don't even have the courage to do that?" Isabel toasted the baron back and thought to herself, and now it was her turn to be surprised.

Thinking about it, he smiled and glanced at the baron, "Your Excellency, there is another way to join the upcoming Anglo-Soviet war. ”

As soon as he heard the word "war", Baron Skrop felt a little pain in his head. If he hadn't been so disgusted with war, he would have resisted the "Parade of Grace" rebellion eight years ago, and was awarded the "Knight of the Order of the Garter" by Henry VIII as a token of gratitude.

The Baron was the last thing he wanted to mention, but Walton's daughter did. As a result, the next dinner party went on a somewhat dull way. Obviously, Isabel didn't care about any of this, just whispered about them with Caroline next to her.

Baron Walton, who hosted a banquet for the aristocratic guests, did not want to reproach his daughter's outspokenness, nor did he want to make Baron Scropp's mood at its lowest, so he had to change the mood of the dinner with some light-hearted topics. Although Baron Scroop's mood was better, he never mentioned joining the Anglo-Soviet war.

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Before sunset, Baron and Mrs. Skrop left the manor with a large number of attendants and servants. After bidding farewell to Baron Walton's family, Gentleman Beard Smith quickly left the Baron's domain with his treasure chest and retinue. Baron Walton then came to the hall with his wife, his daughter, and the wife of his eldest son, Ernest, to rest, drink, and talk.

However, the conversation soon shifted to the involvement of the eldest son of the family in the Anglo-Soviet war. Mrs. Walton, who was seated on the main seat, stared at the other Mrs. Walton sitting on the bench on the right (Caroline was married to Sir Ernest, hence her title, Mrs. Walton), and said in a soft voice, "Caroline, is your eldest son resting?" ”

Caroline looked up at her husband's mother and nodded, "Yes, ma'am." ”

"These days, have you ever thought about the fact that Ernest will die on the battlefield?"

"Yes, ma'am. In the unfortunate event that Sir dies in battle, our realm will be taken into custody or sold. ”

Mrs. Walton glanced at her husband, Baron Walton, who was sitting beside her, and then said to Caroline, "Well, His Majesty will definitely sell your land." I would like to know, what will you do to raise the inheritance money when your eldest son reaches the age of 21? ”

Before Isabel returned, Caroline had imagined such a brutal truth more than once. Unfortunately, the only way she could think of was to save money and reduce unnecessary expenses as much as possible. By the time the eldest son reached the age of 21, she could save enough money for a thousand pounds to pay to the Guardianship Court for Henry VIII and to reclaim her and her husband's estate.

Now, with the return of Baron Walton's daughter, all the thorny problems have been solved in an instant. Until this time, Caroline was still skeptical of the generosity of her good partner. Hesitantly glancing at the good partner sitting across from her, she replied to her husband's mother a little timidly, "Madam, well, Isabel said she would take care of everything for me." ”

Caroline's words not only caught the attention of Mrs. Walton, but even Baron Walton was intrigued. Perhaps, in the eyes of Baron and Mrs. Walton, Isabel was very lucky to be able to return from the South in six months in good condition. Therefore, the two never imagined that their daughter would return to the north with a large sum of money.

When Baron Walton slowly removed his right hand holding the wine glass from his eyes, a manservant beside him was already waiting for him with a plate in both hands. The baron glanced at the plate in mid-air on the right, placed the wine glass on it, and looked at his daughter in thought, "My daughter, what are you going to do with Caroline's trouble?" ”

Isabel put down her glass nonchalantly, got up and walked in front of her parents and smiled, "Father, mother, the only trouble Caroline has is the inheritance money that needs to be paid, right?" ”

"Daughter, how can you have the money to pay the inheritance money for Caroline?" Mrs. Walton's tone became confused.