At a glance, John Neville, who exudes an innate arrogant aristocratic temperament in his bones, does have the capital of arrogance. He was seen wearing a light helmet with a neck armor with cockscomb decoration and long brims, no mask, a cuirass with a skirt, and a pair of hand armor with long arm guards. The cockscomb decoration on the top of the head, the rim of the neck armor and most of the surface of the cuirass are decorated with etched stripes and gilt patterns.

For weapons, a battle axe and a war hammer attached to a belt are worn cross-body on each side of the waist. Not only that, but there is a dagger hanging from the left front of the belt, a small round shield on the left forearm, and a light spear in the right hand. If the rest of the three-quarters were put on, John would be able to go into battle with confidence. However, it was limited to the domestic battlefield, and the French and European battlefields across the English Channel were all in the world.

William Parr raised his eyelids and looked at Isabel who was walking in front, then at his nephew who was fully armed, and said softly with a smile, "Well, it's good, your hand is half a sword, why didn't I see it?" ”

A smug smile appeared on John's face, "Hang in the saddle." I think the tomahawks and bells are enough to deal with the thieves. ”

"John, let's talk about completing the combat mission, okay?"

Young John nodded, and William strode forward to catch up with Isabel and the other party to the thief he had caught. Isabel stood in place with her arms folded, her head buried in her head and looked at the thief on her knees, glancing at him, "Did this guy say that?" Where is their camp. ”

William shook his head, "No, no matter how much I asked, he just wouldn't say where their camp was. ”

Isabel looked up at the road leading to Yorkshire south on the left, and took a few steps to the left of the thief. Turning around and nodding at the other party, "William, come here." ”

William walked over and asked softly, "In which direction did you run after I asked you and the security cavalry to drive Matthew's gang out of the county?" ”

"Your Excellency, they have been running south along this road until I can see their horses."

"Did they spot you as they ran away?"

"I don't think so." William recalled the scene and calmly recounted, "I have been following dozens of vigilant cavalry to see where this gang of thieves is fleeing. Well, as we approached the county border, I consulted with a few horsemen to capture a thief. ”

Isabel nodded, and set her eyes on the road in front of her, "Follow this road all the way to the town of Rippon, as well as Harrogate and Leeds." On the west side of this road is... The Yorkshire Highlands are home to many Yorkshire villages and towns to the east. ”

Then, she turned her head back to look at William, "If you were the leader of a gang of thieves, where would you set up your base camp?" In the highlands or near large and small villages? ”

William pondered her words and imagined the scene she had described. Then, he suddenly laughed softly, "Your Excellency, if I were the leader, I would definitely choose the sparsely populated highlands as my base camp. After all, there are plenty of uninhabited places to hide from lords and magistrates. ”

Isabel smiled lightly, "But, the high ground is very big, where will they hide?" ”

William scratched the hair on the back of his head with some guilt, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I couldn't complete your order. ”

"It's none of your business, because you're not Erinias." With that, Isabel turned and walked towards the thief.

William was a little stunned when he heard this, and when he caught up with Isabel from behind, he said a few words, "Eriniaus, Eriniaus?" The name is so familiar, I remember seeing it somewhere. ”

Isabel walked up to the thief kneeling on the grass and slowly crouched down to stare at the thief who had always buried his head, "I know that your leader has given you food, clothing, weapons, and a hut to live in. However, I can also give you these things you want most. ”

Having lost his weapon, his clothes were covered with a lot of dirt and grass clippings, and the thief who was firmly bound in his hands slowly raised his head and looked at a beautiful, heroic female face in front of him, "Can you give me back the land that my family has cultivated for generations?" Can you reduce the lord's ground rent? Can you bring our Pope back to this land? ”

"Well, these words are what your leader taught you, right? You know what, I almost got convinced by you. ”

"Really? So, why are you still capturing my leader and my companions? ”

Isabel raised her head to look at William, who was standing beside her, and knelt down on one leg in front of the thief and said leisurely, "I believe that it is possible to live without the land cultivated by the family. Occupations such as hired laborers, traders, and weavers do not infringe on others. ”

"But you chose the profession of a thief. Well, I can only comply with your wishes in the name of His Majesty the King. As soon as she finished speaking, she pulled out the tactical knife that was tied to the outside of her right thigh, and stabbed the thief with a small sword flower in mid-air and aimed it at the front and outside of the thief's left thigh.

"Ah......h A terrible scream resounded through the sky and echoed through the open field.

"I hated his screams and put something in his mouth." With a look of disgust on her face, Isabel glanced at William.

"Yes, Your Excellency." William immediately searched the area around the meadow with his eyes. Soon, he picked up a small branch and forcibly stuffed it into the thief's mouth.

"Now, will you tell me, where is your home base?"

"Woo... Woo... Woo......"

The intermittent screams from the thief's mouth sounded somewhat like talking. However, judging by the silent language in his expression and eyes, he was stubbornly resisting the torture inflicted on his body. Isabel shook her head, "Still don't say it?" ”

As the thief's screams grew smaller, Isabel quickly pulled out the tactical knife in her left thigh with her left hand and plunged it into the muscle of the thief's front and outside thigh for the second time. It's just that this time it was the opponent's right thigh. The thief, who screamed again, could not bear the severe pain caused by the knife wound, and a large amount of sweat secreted from his forehead and cheeks continued to drip onto the grass. Eventually, he closed his eyes and swayed his body and fell headlong on the grass.

"Your Excellency, is he dead?" William quickly crouched down and leaned his face forward to look at the thief.

Isabel didn't speak, but just stretched out her right hand and put her index and middle fingers under the thief's nostrils.