After lunch, Isabel asked William Parr, Baldwin and Fast to go to the Duke of Richmond's armory to pick out some satisfactory weapons and armor. Either way, she had to prepare everything for this long run. At this time, John Neville, the eldest son of Baron Latimer III, also arrived here from Richmondshire.

By this time, William had put on a combat tunic made of cheesecloth and was putting on a brand new three-quarter armor for himself. John, a young man who was also dressed in three-quarters, looked at him and whispered, "William, if I don't come to the Duke's castle today, do you want to leave me and go to Scotland by yourself?" ”

After William buckled his breastplate and back armor with his belt, he looked up at the other party when he picked up the neck armor again, "John, this mission is not as simple as patrolling the county border. ”

John's left hand was holding the handguard sword tied to his left waist, and his right hand was crossed on his waist and stared at him, "I guess it's no different. Well, one is a thief, the other is a highlander. ”

"You're quite right. However, the thieves are not a trained army, and they will not use spears, halberds, bows and arrows to kill you. And it's not in Richmondshire, which is in a very safe state. As William finished speaking, he glanced at John, who was still a child.

"Uh, uh, even if what you say is true, I'm not afraid." John looked a little timid when he heard him say that the Scots had artillery. However, as the eldest son of the noble, he still holds the face of the noble heir.

While the two were still chatting, Isabel was standing in front of the wooden frame with the armor on the other side, thinking about which armor she should wear. The set on the left is a three-quarter armor for the quasi-lancers, and the one on the right is the Almain rivet bust for the infantry. Judging by her current status and status, she should wear three-quarters armor. However, judging from her preferred knightly skills, she should choose armor that matches her gender characteristics and skills.

Isabel picked up the helmet of the infantry armor and looked at it carefully, thinking, "Their rivets? Strange name, strange infantry armor. Well, it does look like there are a lot of rivets. ”

Neither in terms of protection nor its price, this infantry bust cannot be confused with the three-quarter armor of the quasi-lancers. However, it was precisely because of the low price and practicality of this bust that Henry VIII purchased a large number of armors to equip his army on an expedition to France. The king is still like that, let alone his nobles. For example, the Count of Northumberland equipped his army of 500 men (mostly archers) with this half-body armor.

Isabel never considered herself a quasi-lancer armed with a light lance, but positioned herself in the position of a kind of archer + swordsman + assassin. Since entering the battlefield as a female archer, one should wear an infantry half-body armor. Although this infantry bust lacks forearm, elbow, hand, or face armor, it is much better than the three-quarters armor of the Quasi-Lancer in terms of dexterity, lightness, and quick archery.

Another point is that even if this infantry bust is damaged in battle, it is not a pity to be killed. You know, the best infantry bust on the European armour market is currently priced at only 7 shillings and 6 pence, which is 6 times the price of a three-quarter suit of cavalry.

Do whatever you want. Dressed in a long-sleeved combat blouse made of canvas, tights underneath, and a pair of knee-high riding boots with the cuff turned out, Isabel removed the cuirass, back armor, and thigh-half length from the wooden frame, and quickly put it on with a swift movement. While he was dressing, Baron Walton III walked into the armory from the outside with a valet.

The servants and guards present stood in place and saluted the Baron when they saw him, and the Baron nodded in response and paced to Isabel and looked at her quietly. Isabel was wearing the belt buckle of the leg armor attached to the cuirass when she noticed her father standing in front of her, and her hands were still saying, "Father, you haven't been back to Kirklington yet?" ”

Baron Walton nodded slightly and focused his gaze on her face when he saw John and William in the distance, "Your Highness told me after lunch that you are going to take someone to Scotland to find out when the Highlanders attacked?" ”

"yes, I don't want to see you and my two brothers in coffins being sent back to Kirklington."

"Kid, you... You've done enough for this family. ”

Isabel buckled the four belt buckles on the front of the leg armor, tidied them up again, and then raised her head to look at the baron, "Father, I don't think it's okay, I just want the Walton family to exist in the kingdom for a long time." ”

The baron sighed, looked at the armor on the other party's body and frowned, "Kid, why don't you wear plate armor or three-quarter armor?" You know, this is the bust used by the sergeants. ”

"Father, I know." Isabel inspected the breastplate, back armor and leg armor she had put on, and then picked up her custom-made leather archer bracer and placed it on her left forearm, "I'm not here to inspect His Highness and the family's domain, nor to participate in the knightly tournament held by His Majesty the King. So, I didn't want to be recognized by the highlanders at a glance because of the high-quality armor I was wearing. ”

The baron grinned slightly, and when he saw the neck armor and helmet on the wooden frame, he walked over and picked them up. He walked back to Isabel and handed it to her, "Be careful, child, Scotland is not the northern part of the kingdom, nor is it Richmondshire or Yorkshire. ”

Isabel took the neck armor and put it around her neck, and after taking the helmet without the visor from her father's hand and putting it on her head, she promised the baron, "Father, I will be careful, I will not start until night falls." ”

Then, he tied his handguard sword and belt around his waist, and tied a custom-made military leather quiver full of arrows to his back. Picking up two imitation tactical knives and strapping them on the outside of his thighs, he held a custom longbow and smiled at Baron Walton, "Father, please tell my mother that I will be able to go back to visit her after a while." ”

Just after two o'clock in the afternoon, there were thick clouds floating in the sky, and it looked like it was going to rain again. Dressed and ready to go, Isabel stepped on her horse, looked back at the guards who had volunteered to follow her to Scotland, and asked in a loud voice, "Brothers, are you ready?" ”

The crowd replied with a loud voice, "Yes, Your Excellency." ”

Isabel nodded, and ordered Baldwin and Fast in front of her, "Let's go." ”

For a moment, the sound of horses' hooves churning sounded from outside the courtyard, and a dozen or so war horses left Sharif Hatton Castle at a gallop.