Looking at the figure of the lord galloping away on horseback in the direction of the castle gates, Sir Ferguson Congreve had an indescribable feeling of Henry's sudden childishness. On second thought, he thought that there was only one person in the entire Nottingham Castle who could influence Henry's mood.

Although Henry left the castle alone without informing anyone, he was not an ordinary boy after all. Ferguson hurriedly said to the young knight who was standing beside him: "Herbert, I need you to find three more people to catch up with His Highness at once, until His Highness returns safely to Nottingham Castle." ”

Then Sir commanded, "Wait, you just need to stay behind His Highness from a distance." ”

While the young knight agreed, he said with some uneasiness, "Sir, but my horse and sword have been taken away by His Highness. ”

At this time, Arthur Field, the chief servant of the chief servant, who was following his cronies, came over eagerly, nodded at Ferguson, and said, "Sir, I think you should immediately send a few knights to catch up with Your Highness." ”

Ferguson glanced at the meticulous butler and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Field, I've already arranged it." After speaking, he turned his head and scolded Herbert beside him: "Hurry up, I don't care what method you use to get the horse and sword, you must protect the safety of Your Highness for me." ”

In a panic, Herbert borrowed a horse and a sword from another knight, and then called three of his fellow knights to hurry up after his lord. As the four knights departed, Arthur calmly and thoughtfully said, "Sir, Hell is real and eternal. ”

Ferguson didn't know what the butler wanted to say, but said, "Mr. Field, are you telling me that His Highness's actions will lead His Highness to hell?" ”

"No, sir. The tongue is fire, and in all of our bodies, the tongue is a sinful world that defiles the whole body, and it can set the wheel of life on fire, and it is lit from hell (Bible, James 3:6). ”

"So, Your Highness did this at the instigation of someone?"

"I don't think there's anyone like that in the whole of Richmond County other than Ms. Isabel."

"Hahaha... Mr. Field, you're worrying too much. There is also a saying in the Bible: 'We praise the Lord and the Father with our tongues, and curse with our tongues those who were created in the image of God.' 'Isn't it? ”

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As Henry trotted beside Isabel on a strongly borrowed horse, he said happily, "Ma'am, I thank you for not leaving me alone and leaving Nottingham Castle alone. ”

Isabel's body rose and fell as the horse under her crotch galloped, looked at Henry and said, "You're welcome, Your Highness." Anyway, you are the respected Duke and Lord, and I am just a foreign woman from a small European country. ”

"No, ma'am. Well, yes, you're from Europe. However, you are a very special woman. ”

"Your Highness, although your northern accent gives me a taste of the charm of the Middle Ages, which began in 500 AD, if you are going to talk to me like this forever, I can only think that the rebirth of Europe (the Renaissance) does not represent the end of the Middle Ages."

Henry, who was on the horse, did not answer for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Ma'am, I understand what you mean. You mean, I could put aside the notion of aristocratic hierarchy for a while and talk to you in a way that is closer to humanism? ”

Isabel smiled and nodded, "yes, that's right. Unless, you don't think you're still a child. ”

"Kid?! Giggles... Ma'am, your view is somewhat similar to the eclecticism emphasized by Neo-Platonism. ”

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, what did I just say?"

"Oh, okay. Uh, where do we start? ”

"It starts with the salutation. Of course, this is just a private agreement between me and you. ”

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Carolyn Swift and her two knights left Barnard Castle with a mixture of melancholy, regret, and joy. She had expected Sir Victor Layton, who had survived by God's power, to tell her some definite information about her brother Joseph, but in the end she was only given a vague dictation.

It should be said that these dictations were the last words of the knight. Even though most of his heart grew on the right side of his chest, it still didn't change the fact that he would die from the second peak of death from multiple injuries. After shock, Victor miraculously woke up again. At this time, Caroline hurriedly fed him two raw eggs, and Jazz's spirit slowly improved.

"God willing, sir, it seems that God is still willing to let you remain on earth." Caroline said with a soft smile.

"Ma'am, I beg your pardon for not being able to salute you." Victor said with a strong spirit.

"It's okay, you'll get my forgiveness. Sir, rest well now, and I'll come back in a few days. ”

"No, ma'am, I know my time is running out."

Caroline turned her head with a heavy expression and said to the castle steward, the military doctor and the knights standing behind her, "Go out first, Sir and I have something to say." ”

When Victor saw the others go out, he propped up the bed with his hands and let his upper body sit on the head of the bed. Reluctantly widening his closed skin eyes, he said unusually slowly, "Ms. Swift, the attack that happened this morning is probably like this......"

A few minutes later, after listening to the whole attack, Caroline asked, "Sir, do you mean that a group of people dressed as monks did this?" ”

"Yes, ma'am. However, one of the thieves said that if we would lay down our arms, we would be allowed to see our families with the dignity of knights. ”

"Well, maybe a bunch of Broken Knights disguised themselves as monks."

Caroline, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, seemed to have something in mind. Victor struggled, using the last of his strength, and said, "Ma'am, does Madame already know about this?" ”

Caroline looked at the frail Victor, nodded and said, "Another purpose of my visit to Barnard Castle this time is to bring Madame's words to you. ”

As soon as he heard that "Claire", who made him think about it for a long time, actually said something to him, Victor's spirit immediately lifted a little. Not only was he much better, but he also had the strength to pick up a bowl of broth on the bed table and drink it for himself. Caroline looked at Jazz silently, even though she had decided that Jazz was a sign of goodbye.

Victor took a few sips of broth and whispered, "Ma'am, you can speak now." ”

Caroline didn't go out of her way to write down Clarissa's words, because her words were nothing more than a few words of thanks. After recalling for a moment, Caroline said calmly: "Madame asked me to tell you, and she said... Thank you very much for the sacrifice you made for Joseph in battle. The capture of Joseph was not caused by your negligence. ”

Victor smiled and closed his eyes, leisurely singing a love hymn: "Sincere Lord, your word is the truth. It is you who make me yearn for that distant love, for nothing seems to dominate me but that distant love......"