At this moment, Baron Robert Maxwell, who was sitting in his chair, had completely figured out the whole thing. The young woman in infantry armor in front of her was an Englishman, and the rest of the dozen or so "light cavalry" wearing armor painted with Sir Oliver's insignia were all English.

Not only did the group attack Sir Oliver Sinclair's cavalry, but they also ran into their castle to capture themselves and their families. The baron couldn't figure out how Isabel and the others did it for a while, so he raised his head and looked back and forth at the cavalry in the square with all kinds of weapons.

Looking around, he discovered the fact that the cavalrymen were wearing infantry armor while wearing three-quarter helmets. Two distinct armors on one person look a little weird. Then he thought again of the embarrassment that Sir Oliver did not have much money to equip all his cavalry with three-quarters.

Just now, the knights' cavalry wore three-quarter helmets and entered their castle. At that time, how could I not have discovered this problem? Maybe it was the wine he drank too much wine at the dinner, or maybe the young female "hostage" had made him ignore something as trivial as armor. The baron lowered his head again, and could not help but laugh at himself.

In the long dark night, the silent square was filled with only the crackling of torches as they burned. None of the captured Scottish barons and their families, and the servants dared to say a word, only the baron's eldest son looked at him angrily. Isabel smiled softly, turned and nodded at her brother, who was standing a few steps away.

Sir Ernest walked slowly to his side, looked at the other man's eyes through the armor, and whispered, "Spend the night in the Baron's castle tonight, and let the brothers rest for a day." ”

"Nemesis, what are we going to do if the Highlanders chase after us?"

"They wouldn't have thought that we had kidnapped the Baron and his family. At most, Sir Oliver would report to the Baron that the entire camp had been slaughtered. ”

Sir nodded calmly, turned his head to look at the Baron's family, and then turned to look at her, "What are you going to do with the Baron and his family?" ”

At this time, Isabel had already thought of a very risky and bold plan, "We disguised ourselves as the baron's squire to escort the baron and his eldest son to Carlisle Castle, so that at least the attack of the Scots could be delayed." ”

"Okay, I'll arrange it."

Isabel nodded in satisfaction and turned to walk towards the seated baron. When he came to the baron, he tilted his head to look at the eldest son of the resentful baron, "Don't worry, I will treat your father and your family according to the medieval custom of treating captives." ”

The eldest son of the baron saw that she had always been an elegant nobleman, and raised his proud noble head when he guessed her identity, "You are just a woman, why should I, as the heir of the family, believe you?" ”

Isabel ignored the eldest son, but focused her gaze on the contemplative baron's face, "My lord, if you don't disagree with my opinion, you and your family can go back to your room and rest now." ”

Baron Maxwell raised his head and looked at her intently, "Miss, no matter how much ransom you want, I will pay you." But I want to know what I can do for you. ”

"Now is not the time to talk about it, and the place is not right. As long as you do what I say, everyone in this castle will survive. Adult, is that acceptable? ”

"Uh... Well, I take your opinion. ”

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The sun rose into the sky as usual a few hours later, and the ancient and barren land of Scotland ushered in the last day of September. In the morning, a gloomy Sir Oliver led his attendants from Annon to the castle. Upon entering the castle, Sir was not concerned about anything else because he was thinking about the massacre of the cavalry camp.

However, when his gaze casually crossed the face of a sergeant guarding the gate with an axe, he noticed that the sergeant had become a strange man he had never seen before. Looking at the other sergeants, they were all men he had never seen before. Sir is surprised by the changes in the castle of the Border Guard's family.

When Sir dismounted in the square and was led by the servants, he asked the servants, "Where did these sergeants come from?" And what about the original sergeant? ”

The servant caught a glimpse of the face of a "sergeant" standing opposite him, and was so frightened that he didn't dare to say more, but replied carefully, "My lord, I don't know what the lord has arranged for the sergeant. ”

Anxious to report to Baron Maxwell, the head of the border guard, what had happened last night, Sir did not speak again but led his attendant towards the stairs on the east side of the three-story house. When I came to the conference hall in the middle of the second floor, I found that the baron was already sitting there.

"Sir, this may have been done by the captain of the guard at Carlisle Castle. You know, the chief of the guard in England liked to run around against the orders of his commander. The baron, seated in the main seat, calmly looked at the knight standing in front of him.

"My lord, do you just let this captain of the guard go?" Jazz was really angry. However, at the moment, he had no better way to make up for the huge losses inflicted on his cavalry troops by Isabel and others.

"Don't worry, when His Majesty gives the order to start attacking Carlisle, you can go to the captain of the guard for revenge."

"My lord, when does Your Majesty plan to wait until you start attacking the Anglos?"

Standing to the left of the baron, William Parr, dressed in squire atum, coughed lightly. When the baron heard this, he looked at Sir Oliver quietly and smiled softly, "Sir, this is the question I am about to ask before Your Majesty. ”

Soon, when the Baron had sent Sir Oliver away, Isabelle, dressed in military uniform, stepped out from behind the screen behind the Baron's throne. Smiling, he walked slowly to the baron's side, staring at the somewhat nervous baron, "Sir, isn't this good?" ”

Baron Maxwell shook his head slightly, his eyes became a little dazed as he sat there, and his lips squirmed a few times, "Miss, do you know that His Majesty has been waiting for the birth of his heir. That's why Your Majesty hasn't attacked you. ”

"The birth of an heir? Could it be that he was talking about Mary I of Scotland? Isabel folded her arms over her chest and paced gently beside the baron in thought.

"Leave these things alone. The question now is how to bring the Baron and his eldest son safely to Carlisle Castle. Isabel made up her mind and looked at the baron with her hands down, "My lord, I don't think it's something to worry about, for now, I just want you to do something to end the war." ”