After passing through an underground passage for storage, hiding, and supplies, two male servants led Isabel Walton to the very end of the artificial underground cavern at Nottingham Castle. Here, there are two windowless cave dungeons at each end of the passage.

It was like a forgotten and spurned corner by God, and the smell of sourness, erosion, and decay emanating from the cavernous dungeons was disgusting. For a modern woman living five centuries later, even in the desert at the foot of Rocky Mountain in Colorado, the living conditions in the American Extreme Management Felony Prison are more than ten times better than here. Perhaps, she can only feel the atmosphere of a medieval dungeon from books, the Internet, or medieval games.

"Fuck me, why should I put up with these things? Why should I follow Augustine's goddamn advice? Isabel grumbled in her head, but she obediently walked into the dungeon, where the iron fence door had been opened.

The two servants did not dare to say anything more, locked the cell door in silence and prepared to leave the dungeon. Isabel looked indifferent, leaned against the fence and smiled and said to the servants, "Hey, guys, didn't Mr. Butler say to bring me some bread and water?" ”

One of the servants, whose face was freckled with a lot of freckles, looked at her with a look of trepidation and said, "I'll send it later." ”

Isabel twisted her hands behind her back a few times, raised her chin at the servant and said, "Hey, can you untie the rope for me?" You know, I'm not going to get my hands on my ass and pick up bread and put it in my mouth. ”

"Well, Mr. Field didn't tell you to untie your rope."

"Uh-huh, it looks like I'll have to figure this out on my own."

The two servants glanced at each other and seemed to say to each other at the same time, "How can she solve it herself?" Isabel smiled softly and slowly sat down on the floor against the wall of the dungeon. Curled up his legs, his arms stretched downward, and moved his bound hands from under his ass to under his thighs. Trying to curl his legs again, he soon wrapped his hands from his feet to the front square.

He looked at the end of the rope that bound his hands, looked up at the servant standing outside the dungeon, and said with a smile: "Look, guys, this will be much easier for me." ”

Another servant with naturally curly hair said with wide eyes and incredulity: "God, how did she do it?" ”

The freckled servant swallowed a few times and said, "Go away, watch out for this witch to run out of the dungeon, if she runs out and is ready to eat us alive, what shall I do?" ”

"She's locked inside, how can she get out? Even if we can get out, we can teach her a hard lesson. ”

"Wait. I remember Mr. Field saying that she was not to be abused. ”

"Oh, so Mr. Field is also afraid of her magic."

"How do you know that Mr. Field is also afraid of magic?"

The two servants chatted and walked quickly out of the dungeon. Sitting on the ground, Isabel looked around, and after not hearing a second person in the dungeon, she lowered her head and tried to bite the rope around her wrist with her teeth. In less than half a minute, she easily bit the knot. Then, untie the rope that binds your hands and throw it aside.

My hands were free, and of course I had to move my muscles and bones freely. As she walked back and forth, she found nothing in the dungeon, just a pile of moldy hay and a wooden bucket in the corner to fix the defecation.

Isabel shook her head disdainfully, she just wanted to stay in a cleaner place. So, she took off her straight-leg jacket in overalls and spread it on the floor, then sat down on her clothes and closed her eyes to recuperate.

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A young, very thin little girl came out of the kitchen with half a lump of rye bread in her left hand and an earthen pot for ale in her right hand when she saw Augustin Walton walking in her direction.

Since she was holding something in both hands, she could not lift the sides of the hem of the linen skirt. I had to bend my legs slightly, nod to him, and said, "Hello, my lord." ”

Augustine looked at the little girl's hand and asked, "Hello, Anne Cook." Annie, where are you going with the food and ale? ”

When the little girl named Anne had finished saluting, she replied in a still immature voice, "My lord, this is the food that Mr. Field has ordered to bring to the witch." My lord, this earthen pot is not filled with ale, but water. ”

"Oh, that's right. I'm going to go to the dungeon, so give me something. ”

"My lord, so... Not good. If Mr. Field had found out, he would have scolded me for being lazy at work. ”

"Little Annie, don't be afraid. If Field asks, you'll say I'm asking you to do it. ”

"Oh, well. Thank you, sir. ”

"You're welcome, go find your mother."

Augustine took the bread and earthen jar and walked towards the main castle building. When he arrives in front of the dungeon of the artificial underground cavern, he finds that the "prisoner" locked in the dungeon is doing something he has never seen before.

Isabel was seen using the yoga "headstand" movement, leaning herself upside down against the wall on the right side of the dungeon. When he heard footsteps coming from outside the fence, he opened a pair of beautiful brown eyes and observed the comer.

Augustine found it amusing, so he placed the bread and earthen jar on the floor and sat down cross-legged. While looking at Isabel standing upside down, he asked the other party with interest: "Isabel, you... Is it casting a spell related to magic? ”

At this time, Isabel has some complaints about Sizz. Not for anything else, just because she was almost crucified just now. After glancing at Jazz upside down, he closed his eyes again instead of making a sound.

When Augustine saw her like this, he knew that he was bored. After coughing dryly, he said, "I'm sorry, Isabel." I was also very surprised by the order given by His Highness. However, it makes sense to deal with witches in this way. ”

Isabel snorted, opened her eyes, and said, "I know that the best way to punish a witch is to be crucified." ”

"Isabel, I beg your pardon. As a knight, I must obey His Highness's orders. ”

"Thank you for telling me this. I guess you can get out of here. ”

"Isabel, you... Don't you really want to know what His Royal Highness the Duke has to do with you? Don't you care at all about the fact that you will eventually be crucified and burned at the stake? ”