Despite being tired and hungry, Isabel Walton followed her usual habit of talking to people and said, "Yes, I know." Well, that's just too normal for a robot butler who can always work 24 hours a day, doesn't need to recharge, doesn't need to unplug. ”

Bruce looked at the other in silence, unsure of what the words "charge," "plug," and "robot" meant. But he soon understood these never-before-heard words to be the Burgundians of continental Europe. As for what the other person said, he thought that Isabel was an outward manifestation that bordered on mockery of his profession.

Possessing excellent qualities of his own, shouldering the responsibility of managing the entire Asker Manor and the Sir family, and having independent human dignity, Chief Servant Bruce? Mr. Harder, just calmly said, "Square, despite your distinctively Burgundian qualities, this is Asker Manor. You need to remember the name and remember the lord who owns the manor and nearby territories. ”

"Well, Mr. Hader, the butler of the honorable Sir Augustine Walton, is that so?"

"Yes, you're right, and I hope you can keep it that way."

"No problem, sir. Uh, I can still joke, right? ”

Bruce wondered what kind of environment Isabel grew up in, or what kind of people she lived with for a long time, which made her language full of "jokes".

He ignored the other party's ridicule and just said, "Squire, I believe you have a lot of confidence in your ability to work." However, before you leave, I will need to make the necessary inspections of Sir Knight's horses and stables. ”

Isabel looked indifferent, put the back of her left hand behind her waist, stretched out her right hand and waved her imaginary noble hat in the air a few times, bent her waist, and said with a cynical smile on her face, "Please, Mr. Hard." ”

The male servant standing on the side carrying the lamp for the butler could not stand her antics and almost burst out laughing. Bruce glared at the servant solemnly, then walked into the stable with his left arm on his waist.

After the servant followed the butler into the stable, Isabel quickly took off the watch on her wrist and stuffed it into her trouser pocket, and touched the multifunctional outdoor folding knife inserted in her waist, and thought to herself with a smile: "Sir and Ferguson, who looked like an Irish madman, and the knights under them are stupid, and they don't know how to search me when they catch me. ”

"Isabel, they're just a bunch of old-fashioned traditional knights in medieval England, do you think you're still living in the 21st century, when al-Qaeda terrorists are rampant?"

"The Middle Ages, damn the Middle Ages! How do I spend my days without a phone, without a car, without the internet, without Twitter and Facebook? ”

As she thought, Bruce and the servants stepped out of the stable. Bruce came to her side and said simply, "Squire, you follow me now." ”

Needless to say, Isabel's work performance exceeded the housekeeper's imagination. Before inspecting, he thought that the new knight squire must have had a lot to do with his work. Now, though, he can barely fault Isabel at work.

What Bruce didn't know was that Isabel wouldn't be able to get her part-time salary from the ranch owner if her summer part-time job wasn't satisfactory or substandard. If she can't get a salary, she won't be able to guarantee her food, clothing, housing and transportation, and she won't be able to sit in the classroom of high school students and receive an education smoothly next semester.

Soon, Isabel followed the butler to a small dining room near the kitchen of the knight's house. When Isabel walked into the dining room, she looked around curiously and said, "Mr. Harder, is this where Sir dins with his family?" ”

Bruce stood at the table and said, "No, this is where Teacher Fitzgerald and I eat." ”

"I see. Well, Mr. Harder, where should I dine as a knightly squire of Sir Knight? ”

"Here."

"Also, where should I sleep and change my clothes?"

"This question can only be decided after the adults explain it."

Isabel picked up the knife on the side of the plate, fiddled with it, and said, "Mr. Hader, why is that?" Should I have to let Lord Sir decide where I sleep? ”

Bruce stared at the knife in her hand and said slowly, "In fact, this is inevitably related to your duties and ranks. Under normal circumstances, a Squire will be divided into personal attendants, ceremonial attendants, table attendants, cocktail party attendants, catering attendants, and so on. ”

"I see. In other words, wherever Jazz goes, I will follow Sir by his side. ”

"Yes, Squire, you understand well."

"Okay, can I have dinner now?"

"Yes. Squire, the knife in your hand isn't for play. If I find out that you have stolen utensils, I will definitely report it to an adult. ”

"Stealing cutlery? Congratulations, Mr. Harder, you've finally learned to joke. ”

Bruce looked serious and said solemnly, "Squire, I'm not kidding. ”

Isabel pursed her lips, shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well, I agree." ”

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The fire in the fireplace in the living room burns brightly and gives a very pleasant warmth. Augustin Walton sat in front of the fireplace, perusing the famous Italian scholar and poet Franzisco Petrarch's book "The Legends of Famous People" written in Latin.

Although the book lists the biographies of 21 famous historical figures of ancient Rome and the famous Greek Epirus general Pyrrhus, the famous Carthaginian general Hannibal, and the Macedonian king Alexander, the patriotism and nationalism that permeate the book are the biggest reasons for the book's special interest.

At this moment, the knight's butler walked to the side of the drawing-room door, and whispered to the knight, "My lord, the knight's squire Isabel Walton is here." ”

Augustine's eyes were always fixed on the book and he said, "Let her in." ”

Isabel entered the living room and stood about five or six meters away from the knight. She was about to salute the knights, but it occurred to her that she was a knight's squire, so she should salute the knights.

Augustine turned from his chair, looked at the hesitant new knightly squire, and said, "Isabel, what are you thinking?" ”

"Sir, I don't know if I should give you a lady's salute or a knight's salute?"

"Oh, I see. You should knight me, after all, you are my knightly squire. ”

"Yes, Sir."