In the empty, silent and old Scottish aristocratic drawing-room, Isabel Walton from the north of England is squinting at the window on the left wall. A ray of sunlight shone in between the two windows of the stained glass, and the dust in the air began to dance slowly in the soft and bright beams.

To the south, where the sun was not shining, Baron Robert Maxwell was sitting on the throne in the shadows, dejected. Isabel, who put her hands on her hips, looked at the baron with her sharp eyes, "My lord, have you made a decision?" If not, today we will enjoy the delicious Anglo ale in the castle of Carlylele. ”

Under the "heavy guard" of the pretended squires and sergeants brought by Isabel in the entire castle, Baron Maxwell had no desire to resist, but looked at her with expectant eyes obediently, "Miss, can you tell me who you are?" At the very least, I want my family to know whose captives I made and to whom they should support the ransom. ”

Isabel lowered her head slightly to look at her toes, then raised her head and walked in front of the baron with her hands behind her back, "Yes." However, after I have finished speaking, I need you and your eldest son to follow us to Carlisle Castle immediately. Your Excellency, you and your eldest son will live well there, and you will have guardians who will take good care of you. ”

The 49-year-old baron stared at her for a long time with his old eyes, and then nodded slowly, "Miss, I don't see in your eyes the cunning of a fox or the cruelty of a black bear. ”

Isabel coughed lightly, and William Parr, who was standing to the left of the baron, immediately introduced her to the baron: "My lord, this is Miss Isabel, the eldest daughter of Baron Walton I of Kirkrington, who served for the Duke of Richmond and Somerset. ”

"Miss Isabel, as I have supposed, you are indeed the daughter of a nobleman. Here I am honored to get acquainted with you. The baron stood up and saluted Isabel.

"I am honored to have met you in your castle, Lord Maxwell." Isabel smiled slightly, making a formal gesture of courtesy to her aristocratic hostage.

"Miss, in Scotland, my title can be called Baron."

"yes, I see." Isabel nodded, and then looked at Baldwin, who was standing next to a row of cabinets against the wall on the left, "Baldwin, you go find Fast and bring the baron's eldest son politely." Remember, don't use force. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency."

After the guard with the axe and halberd left, Isabel walked unhurriedly to the cabinet against the wall on the right and poured two glasses of wine for herself and the baron. He came to the baron with a glass of wine in one hand and handed him a glass of wine, "Baron, enjoy." ”

The baron took the glass and looked at her face seriously, "Miss Isabel, I know the nobility of the north of England better, your father ......"

"Baron, my father is a nobleman who was conferred the title of Majesty in May of this year, and currently holds the position of Noble Commissar in the Northern Council." With a wine glass in her left hand and her right hand on her hip and her fingers gently extended, Isabel stood gracefully in front of the Baron's right and looked at the Baron.

"What do you want to do? Put away your tricks, I know you're going to guillotine! A venting roar came from the hallway outside the meeting room. As the voice got closer and closer, Baron Maxwell's eldest son came to the parlor with great reluctance under the watchful eye of Baldwin and others.

As soon as the voice of the eldest son appeared in the hallway, Isabel's eyes followed the voice towards the door of the living room. The angry face looked even angrier when the eldest son, the baron's eyebrows lowered slightly, his lips thinned and bulged, and his nostrils seemed to grow larger.

"Don't touch me, you filthy pig!" It seemed that the baron's eldest son even raised his cheekbones, and looked back at Baldwin and several other guards of the ducal palace in annoyance.

Isabel, who was holding a wine glass in her left hand, slowly walked up to the eldest son who was standing on the west side of the parlor, staring at the other party's angry face, and her voice became soft, "Robert, if you weren't the heir to this family, I would have killed you a long time ago." Then, remove the two arms, the two legs and your noble head, and pluck out your stomach again. Rub a lot, a lot of salt on the inside and out, and hang it in the baron's storage room to make cured pork, okay? ”

The eldest son of the baron, who stood upright with his chest puffed out, his face a little distorted, stared at her with two eyes, "You vicious black witch, you can scare people with what you have done, but you can't scare me. ”

"Robert, don't be rude to Miss Isabel!" A muffled, Baron Maxwell voice came from behind Isabel.

The baron's eldest son squinted at his father, who sat on the throne, and found that he was not only safe and sound, but also drinking wine pleasantly. Withdrawing his gaze again, he glanced at the young woman in front of him with his mouth slightly raised, "Miss Isabel?" You ......"

Isabel grinned to the left and looked at each other calmly, "Yes, I used my father's honors of nobility to promise your father that I and my people would not harm you. ”

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Just after 11 a.m., Baldwin and Fast rode side by side on the stone bridge leading to the outside world at Kellle Frzek Castle, armed with a tuvetail spear flag bearing the coat of arms of Baron Maxwell. Behind them was a group of a dozen hussars and squires wearing cuirasses with the baron's insignia, and in the middle of the procession were the baron on horseback and the baron's eldest son, Robert.

The eldest son of a baron, dressed in the men's costume popular in Tudor England and wearing a velvet hood, looked at Isabel riding beside him with a hint of curiosity and still some anger, "As the eldest daughter of the Baron Walton, don't you feel a little ashamed of your actions?" ”

Isabel, wearing a silver humanoid mask, held the reins and turned her face to look at him, "Shame? Robert, you and your family's allegiance to James V are attacking us on behalf of his ally France, and you think I should be ashamed of my actions? ”

Robert swallowed and looked around at the forests on both sides of the castle, then turned his head and sneered at her, "Since you are the eldest daughter of a nobleman, you should fight us face to face, this is what a descendant of a nobleman should do." ”

Isabel wanted to teach the eldest son of this arrogant Scottish nobleman a lesson, but still said calmly, "Robert, you will have this opportunity." ”