In the course of a year and a half of acquaintance, Isabel Walton has grown into a wonder among many northern knight families in the eyes of Jacob Wyklick, Earl of Lancashire. In terms of mind, of all the ladies and ladies that Jacob Wycliffe has seen, Isabel Walton from the "Principality of Andorra in Europe" is undoubtedly the smartest. What's even more amazing is that she also has superb bowing skills and skilled swordsmanship.

The charm she displayed to outsiders through her looks, words, looks, and knightly skills made Jacob think that she was a refined, intelligent, and amorous woman. In the kingdom, I am afraid that only Anne Boleyn, who was beheaded by the king in May this year, can compete with her.

However, among the people of the kingdom, Anne Boleyn was considered a watery poplar woman, which was completely inconsistent with the majesty, kindness and piety of the queen of the motherly world. If Isabel is considered Anne Boleyn, then wouldn't Jacob, as an earl, become an immoral husband, His Majesty? Of course, she couldn't be queen. As such, she was still in Jacob's mind the same Anne Boleyn before she became Henry VIII's wife.

Sir Augustine and Sir Ralph rode side by side on the forest path leading to the castle, and Sir Ralph looked back at Isabelle and smiled at Augustine and said, "Sir, Miss Isabel has become your daughter after baptism, Cardinal Counsellor to the Duke, why do you want her to carry out such orders?" ”

Augustine shook his head and said, "Perhaps, she thinks that the arrival of this gentleman lawyer is a very important thing. ”

"Oh...? Sir, who is this gentleman lawyer? What was the purpose of his coming to the North? ”

"He has come to seek the generosity of the northern nobles, knights, and squires for him."

"What does this mean, sir? Does he represent the king and the royal family, or is he a nobleman of the South? ”

"Lord Lancashire, Sir Ralph, will let you know the facts."

Soon, the group was led by Sir Ralph to a stone bridge leading to Thrand Castle, under which was a circular moat that encircled the castle. Sir rode on his horse and said aloud to the sergeant who was guarding the gate of the stone bridge, "Open the gate." ”

Isabel drove her horse slowly into the stone bridge gate, looked around at the castle with its Gothic parapets and minarets, and said, "Sir, I think this castle was built before the 15th century, right?" ”

Sir looked back at her and said, "Yes, Miss Isabel, the castle dates back to the 14th century. ”

Afterwards, the rest of the group, except for the servants, were led by Sir Ralph to a two-storey house to the south of the castle, which could be considered a separate building. After the group dismounted, they followed Sir into the parlor on the second floor, and before leaving, Sir said, "Ladies and gentlemen, your Excellency will come at once." ”

As Isabel was about to sit down and rest, Jacob walked gracefully towards the drawing room, accompanied by his valet, Sir Ralph, and a dozen retainers. As soon as he walked into the living room, he saw Isabel Walton dressed as a guard. Even though Jazz had told him about Isabelle's visit to the castle, Jacob was surprised by her arrival.

After greeting each other, Jacob asked the servants to bring each of them a glass of Burgundy, but Isabel brought a glass of Gascony. Isabel whispered, "Your Excellency, I appreciate your generosity. Just, why would you give me a glass of Gascony? ”

When Jacob came to Isabel, he whispered in French: "Give me a chance, and I will explain it to you." After saying that, he turned to the people present and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you, this Miss Isabel is the daughter of Sir Augustine Walton, a quasi-knight conferred by the Duke of Richmond, and a privy counsellor of the Duke's Court. ”

The Earl of Lancashire, a high-ranking nobleman, personally introduced a knight's daughter to the crowd, which was unique in Thurland Castle. In fact, except for Jacob's retainers and servants, the rest of the people present knew Isabel's true identity.

A gentleman curiously glanced at Isabel, who was dressed as a valet and hung two short swords from her waist, and said to Jacob, "Your Excellency, there is a precedent in the history of the kingdom that a knight's daughter can become a knight recognized by a lord. However, it is hard to think of the reason why Miss Isabel can be the privy counsellor of the most honorable Duke of Richmond. ”

Jacob walked back to his seat and sat down, and said with a smile, "Mr. Walker, there's nothing strange about that. If Sir Augustine had sworn allegiance to me, I would have done the same. ”

As soon as the earl's words came out, all the retainers present guessed the true purpose of his words. However, one of the reasons soon came to mind. Then Jacob glanced at the crowd and said, "All right, gentlemen, Mr. Althop from London will tell you why he has come to the North." ”

Taking advantage of this occasion, Jacob whispered to the valet beside him, "Ask Sir Augustine and Miss Isabel to rest in their room at once, and bring them some bread, pies, and wine." ”

"Also, inform Madame and the butler that Sir and Mademoiselle are free to visit my garden and garden as much as they like during their stay, and there are no restrictions."

"Yes, lord."

Augustine and his daughter were led by servants to a nearby three-story building. After the two of them had gone into a bedroom to rest, the servant quickly left. Isabel took off the wide belt from which the two daggers hung from it, and pondered Jacob's intention of introducing himself to the crowd.

Still, she felt a hint of burnout. He put his belt and dagger aside, took off his leather armor, and fell asleep on a large soft, comfortable bed. I don't know how long she slept, but she seemed to see a woman sitting not far from her and looking at herself.

"Who is this person? Why can I sit in the room Jacob arranged for me? ”

"Since this person can go in and out of any part of the castle in Thrand, it means that she must have a close relationship with Jacob."

"Damn, why did I fall asleep?" Isabel suddenly opened her eyes as she thought about it, rolled over and got out of bed.

"Are you awake?" The woman sitting on a chair not far away said leisurely.

"Who are you? Why is it in my room? As Isabel spoke, she hurried to get the dagger that had been thrown on the ground.

"Your room? Isabel, do you consider yourself the Lady of Lancashire? The mysterious woman asked her disdainfully.