From the deep forest to the west of Kelle Frzek Castle, another salty sea breeze blew. Looking towards the forest, you can hear some rustling sounds from the depths of the forest, where the trees are intertwined. There was no moonlight, no starlight, and the castle in the dark looked more like a monster that could devour everything.

A strand of long hair was blown up by the sea breeze that had not dispersed for a long time, and Isabel, who had no helmet, shook her head vigorously twice, and shook the loose hair away from her face. Because her hands were tied behind her back at the moment, she had to shake her head to shake off the annoying long hair.

Sitting on a horse, the body rises and falls with the undulation of the horse's body, and the horse's reins are tied to the saddle strap of the horse in front. In this way, she was led through a hard road in front of the castle to the only stone bridge leading to the castle of Kell-Lefzhek.

Isabel sat down on her horse without saying a word, and looked up for a while at the two cylindrical watchtowers on either side of the castle gates, which were four or five stories high. Then, looking at the moats on both sides of the castle, "God, is this a moat?" It's a fucking big lake, and this castle was probably built directly in the lake. ”

At this moment, she saw the gate of the castle slowly pull upwards. The gate creaked as it opened upwards. A middle-aged man who looked like a butler and a servant stood on either side of the gate, making way for the team on the stone bridge to enter the castle.

When she was pulled through the gate on horseback, the middle-aged butler had been staring at her face closely, and suddenly asked a Scottish hussar beside her, "Cavalryman, is this the daughter of the English nobleman you captured?" ”

The hussar in the visor nodded at the butler through the visor, "Yes, sir." This woman tried to sneak up on our camp and was discovered by our patrol. ”

"Phew......! You Anglo woman who deserves hell. The butler, who looked more sedate, raised his head and spat at Isabel.

Isabel didn't scold him, didn't spit back, just looked at the butler with a very strange smile on her face. When the horse she was riding was pulled away by the horse in front of her, she still smiled back at the butler. As she followed the Scottish hussars through a long, low stone passageway, her eyes lit up.

It turned out that she had followed the party to the heart of the castle, a small triangular square. On the left side of the square is a three-story stone house with nine neat windows. On the right, there is also a 3-storey building, but the battlements, battlements and a passage leading to the front and rear watchtowers indicate that it is a defensive and offensive castle wall.

Looking directly ahead, there is a row of bungalow-style houses with four wooden doors. Isabel tilted her head, thinking that this bungalow-style house was probably a servant's house and a stable or something. "Hey, you, get off the horse." A stern voice interrupted her tourist-like mood.

Isabel looked to her left, where the Scottish hussars, who had answered the butler's question, stood in the square and ordered her. Without speaking, she lifted her right leg over the horse's head and jumped off the ground from the left side of the horse. When she jumped off her horse, the hussars, who were standing a few paces away from her, looked at the butler man who was following, "Sir, when will your lord come to interrogate this English woman?" ”

The butler man looked up at the window in the middle of the third floor of the stone house, smiled and said, "Your Excellency will be here soon." ”

The hussar nodded politely at the steward, "Yes, we are waiting here for your lordship. ”

After a while, a slow, heavy footstep came from a flight of stairs on the right side of the house. A middle-aged man with a long beard dressed in the fashion costume of an English man walked down the stairs with a young manservant to the square. The middle-aged man glanced at the ranks in the square and Isabel, then looked up at the wall behind Isabel, as if to say to someone, "Go back to your posts, this is Sir Oliver's men." ”

Under the light of several torches lit near the square, the middle-aged man slowly walked in front of Isabel. After looking her infantry bust up and down, he gazed at her face and asked in English with a thick Scottish accent, "Ma'am, what's your name?" Which family's daughter? ”

Isabel, with her hands tied behind her back and her sword and longbow removed, shook her body from side to side, staring playfully at the man in front of her with a hood, fair skin, and a very neatly trimmed beard. While she was still thinking about how to answer the other party, the strong light cavalry just now came up to her, aimed at her head and raised the whip of his right hand, and shouted: "Woman, if you don't answer the words of the adults, I will destroy your face!" ”

"Cavalry, wait. It's just a lady who is not in danger and you are acting too rudely. The middle-aged man turned his face sideways and spoke in Low Scottish.

"Yes, sir." The hussars, whose faces were obscured by their visors, replied respectfully in Low Scottish.

When the middle-aged man looked at her, he smiled and said, "Madam, no one will hurt you for the time being." Now, can you tell me? ”

Although the thick, unbathed smell of the middle-aged man and the smell of wine in her mouth made Isabel feel uncomfortable, she still had a strange smile on her face, and said leisurely, "I guess you are Lord Robert Maxwell, right?" ”

The middle-aged man nodded and smiled lightly, "Yes, ma'am." Why, these Sir Oliver's horsemen didn't tell you that you would be my hostage? ”

"Well, they did. They also said that they would use me to demand a large ransom from the Duke of Richmond in England. ”

"You're the Duke's daughter??"

Robert was shocked, and took a closer look at her face and hair again. Then, frowning and gently brushing his beard, "No, I know that the Duke of Richmond has red hair, and your hair is black, and you are not the Duke's daughter." ”

Isabel crooked the corners of her mouth and sneered, and when she saw that there were only a few attendants and sergeants armed with axe-shaped halberds in the square, she said unhurriedly, "I am indeed not the Duke's daughter. ”

At this moment, Isabel suddenly let go of her right hand that was tied behind her back, and with a stretch of her hand, she pulled out a tactical knife from the boot of her right leg. Immediately afterward, he grabbed the baron's fur collar with his left hand, and held the tactical knife against the baron's neck with his right hand.