"No, ma'am. We didn't peek at you just now... This lady, just... It's just ......" The fatter merchant, who had been pushed before Mrs. Euphemia Fredek by several saber guards, still looked so frightened that he forgot to salute and forget to greet him. One mouth was trying to excuse himself and his companion in order to obtain the forgiveness of the two strange knight ladies.

Caroline, who maintained a graceful posture, stood to the side and did not speak, nor did she show a mental madness like Euphemia, but a sneering smile flashed on her face. Although she acquiesced to her husband's sister's behavior on the surface, deep down she had a mentality of appreciating interludes (English popular dramas that appeared in the 15th century). Perhaps, she took the two fearful businessmen as two comedians who performed an interlude in the middle of a banquet or entertainment, and used the laughter of the comedians to dispel the grief of losing their husbands.

"Come! If you are still like him, the whip of my attendant will be whipped upon you at once. Euphemia maintained the posture, demeanor, and tone of voice expected of the Madame Sir, and looked indifferently at the fatter merchant's companion.

The businessman's partner tried his best to recall what the two had just discussed, and he didn't bother to wipe the tiny beads of sweat from his forehead. Bowing his head slightly, he coughed lightly twice and then said in a respectful tone: "Madam, just now my partner and I were talking about a house where you can see ghosts on this street behind you. My partner also said... He also said......"

"Ghosts? Uh, what else did your partner say? Euphemia subconsciously thought that the fatter merchant might say something contemptuous of herself. However, the attention soon turned to the ghost.

"And you and your attendants look a lot like a group of Roman sergeants coming out of the walls of the house."

The businessman didn't tell all the gossip of the two of them truthfully, because his fat businessman's words weren't so elegant, catchy, and funny. At the time, the fatter merchant said, "Hey, look, those two knight ladies occupy the territory of the Roman legions, aren't they afraid of being scared to death by the Roman ghosts?" ”

The reason why Yorktown has become the most famous "ghost town" in all of Europe is inseparable from its history. Since ancient times, Yorktown has been invaded by foreign peoples such as Romans, Angles, Danes and Normans. In addition to leaving their footprints in the city and the "war record" of burning and plundering, these foreign ethnic clansmen also caused countless massacres.

Perhaps because there are so many innocent people who have died innocently, there are always many haunted tales in Yorktown. At the end of Shember Street, for example, there is a street called "hip-ma-hop-ma-gate", which is the longest and shortest street in Yorktown, and the villains and nagging wives must be punished on this street.

There are also ancient Roman ruins and ghosts of Roman legionnaires concentrated near York Minster; a large number of spectres of Jews who died in vain near Clifford Tower; A perverted doctor once poisoned his patient and his wife in his home in the city; At certain times of the year, a house wafts the song of a strangely dead little girl; The ghost of the Grey Nun of the Royal Theatre, which was part of the hospital in the Middle Ages, is just a few examples.

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Some of the famous ghost "haunted areas" and street legends in York City are known to Euphemia. She just didn't expect the two merchants to compare themselves to the ghosts of the Romans, and were about to be furious when she saw a young "merchant" come to her and the other three.

"Good day, three ladies, is there anything I need to do for you?" The young "businessman" smiled as he saluted the trio.

As Euphemia lowered her eyelids and looked at the youth, she wanted to rebuke the other man's flattering smile. However, the other party's smile was not so disgusting, and he just said calmly, "Inferior, who are you?" ”

The young man deliberately made a stunned look, and said with a somewhat "surprised" smile: "Madam, the inferior person is working in my office at the moment. If you have anything to tell him, I can get him right away. ”

After saying that, he made a very witty appearance and quickly added, "I'm sorry, madam, I almost forgot to tell you who I am." I am Thomas Home, a barrister, a solicitor to the Bishop of York, and a business broker. ”

I don't know if the three aristocratic women were amused by the humor of the trial lawyer, or because the person they were looking for suddenly stood in front of them. The three of them looked at each other with a smile and a word, Isabel lowered her arms in front of her chest and turned her head to look at the other two, "Okay, you guys go, I'll take care of the trouble here." ”

The trial lawyer looked coldly at this young woman, dressed in different costumes for men and women, with a delicate handguard sword hanging from her waist, and a charm and temperament different from that of the other two aristocratic women. While speculating about the young woman's identity and status, he used his quick social means, "Madam, leave these two people to me to deal with." These two fools only knew how to sell fresh meat all day long, and they must have never seen the ghosts of the Romans. ”

Euphemia was originally using the topic to spill the resentment of waiting for the trial lawyer on the two innocent passers-by. Now, now that the barrister had appeared before the three in time, she was no longer angry with Madame Sir. Maintaining a reserved attitude, he turned his head and nodded at his sister, "Isabel, if you need us, you can find us on Shember Street, Stone Street, and the souks." ”

This "street farce", which was similar to the folk dramas such as pantomime, farce, and burlesque that was now popular among the people, soon disappeared. When Euphemia and Caroline left with 30 saber guards on horseback, the two innocent merchants and onlookers disappeared cleanly.

Isabel left most of the Sabre guards where they were, and took only two men with her to follow the trial lawyer to the law firm not far from the small square. After she had identified herself and explained her intentions to the trial lawyer, Thomas Holm sat behind her desk without saying a word, frowning slightly.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at the other party and said in a meticulous tone, "Miss Isabel, since you are not filing a lawsuit, then, I think I can handle this prenuptial contract directly for you." ”

Isabel nodded slightly, "Good." My request is only one thing, that the contents of the contract fully protect my rights and my own property. ”