It wasn't until he heard a man's name from the adviser's mouth that Herbert Frederick gradually got rid of the inhibitions he had just had. At this time, Isabel's mind was full of Baron Haswell's face that made her want to step on her feet. It seems that Oliver McGuinness must be removed from the ranks of the nobility.

Thinking of this, Isabel became murderous. Killing the Baron was as simple as finding five or six members of the "Blackfriars" disguised as lost wanderers to infiltrate the Maguinness Manor at sunset, sneak into the Baron's room and stab the Baron to death in his bed.

At that time, the Star Chamber sent a case investigation team and circuit judges to the county to investigate the cause of Baron Haswell's death with great fanfare. If this is done, it will inevitably have a certain negative impact on the Duke of Richmond. No, you can't let the baron die in his own bed so simply.

"Your Excellency, where are we going now?" Herbert, who was walking beside him on horseback, asked cautiously.

"If you can't let this bastard die, you can only use rebellion or subversive activities against him." Isabel frowned, silently planning her next move in her mind.

After some time, Herbert noticed that the advisor had ignored his inquiries and seemed to be thinking about something. Herbert swallowed, and said boldly and carefully: "Your Excellency, Your Excellency, shall we go back to the castle now?" ”

"What?" Isabel seemed to hear his inquiry, and yelled in a loud and impatient voice.

"Your Excellency, shall we go back to Your Highness's castle now?" Herbert asked again.

"Don't go back, go straight to the grove north of the castle." Isabel stared straight ahead and said coldly.

As the trio passed a former convent-turned-prison just half a mile north of Nottingham Castle, Isabel remembered the father of the boy, Walter Clark. Restraining his horse, he stopped on the side of the road and observed the prison on his left, thinking, "Walter's father is being held here. ”

"Take the opportunity of the investigation to learn about this public register holder. If he is just an ordinary bookkeeper, help his son release him. ”

"Not only that, but I can turn him into a pawn of mine, Oliver's bastard enemy. Well, that's it. ”

Herbert saw her stop and just look at the prison, looking at her with great incomprehension. Isabel nodded and said, "Herbert, let's go to this prison now." ”

Entering the prison, the three were taken by a prison guard to a room dedicated to the interrogation of prisoners. Soon, Thomas Clarke, who was forced to be shackled and shackled, slowly walked outside the room, followed by two prison guards. "Get in!" A guard standing behind him gave Thomas a hard push.

Thomas, who looked haggard and walked unsteadily, was almost pushed to the ground by the guards. However, he did not say a word, but walked silently to an empty seat in front of him. Another guard said after him, "Thomas, sit down." ”

The two guards nodded to Isabel Walton, who was sitting behind her desk a few steps away, and left the room. It seems that Thomas Clarke, who is extremely weak, has been tortured and subjected to all kinds of inhuman treatment. As he buried his head in weariness, Herbert, who was standing behind Isabel, said in a deep voice, "Prisoner, lift your head up." ”

Isabel waved her hand at him, stood up and looked at Thomas, and whispered, "Thomas Clark, your son Walter ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, Thomas, who heard Walter's name, quickly raised his head. Looking at her with a hopeful look, he said unusually slowly, "My lord, are you ......?" ”

"Thomas, you can call me Miss Isabel."

"Miss Isabel, what do you want to know?"

"Thomas, I wonder if what your son Walter said to me is true." After Isabel finished speaking, she turned to one of the would-be knights and said, "Herbert, bring the chair over, thank you." ”

When Isabel sat down, Thomas slowly saw her face. Struggling to remember, he said softly, "I remember who you are, the daughter of Sir Augustine." ”

Isabel nodded, looked at Thomas, who had dirty hair and beard, and said, "Do you know what your son Walter has done to Sir Augustine's daughter?" ”

Thomas shook his head slowly, only to hear Isabel say again, "Walter wants to kill me." ”

As soon as the words came out, Thomas's spirit immediately recovered, and he said nervously: "Miss, my eldest son wants to kill you?" My God, I... I ......"

"Thomas, I'm fine. Do you want to know why Walter wanted to kill me, right? ”

Isabel calmly looked at the bookkeeper who sighed heavily, and said lightly: "Because your son thinks that you have not committed a crime, he wants to save you by dueling with me." ”

"God willing, bless you and your family for God's favor."

"Well, can you tell me why your son thinks you didn't commit a crime?"

Next, the official bookkeeper babbled about the day he was arrested. After sunrise, he went out to prepare for his work when he happened to meet the village tax collector. The tax collector is also a farmer with a public register, and he has a good relationship.

The two chatted about the weather of the day, the growth of crops during this time, which boy in the village fell in love with whose wife wanted to seduce each other, and which guy in the village was worried about how to make up a dowry because his daughter was about to get married, etc., and so on.

Isabel propped her cheek with her right hand and tapped her left index finger rhythmically against the armrest of the chair, enduring the rambling of the bookkeeper. Finally, Thomas finally told her some of the rumors he had heard about with the tax collector.

Isabel pulled herself together and asked him what rumors he had heard. Thomas recalls the rumors he had heard that the county magistrate of County Durham, in the name of the king, was to tax all baptisms, marriages, and funerals in the county. It was not allowed to eat barley bread, oat bread, goose and chicken without paying taxes to the king.

There will be no more churches within five miles of Lincolnshire, and all churches will be closed. All people are required to report their property and income to the county magistrate, and false reporting can lead to the forfeiture of all property, etc.

Although Herbert stood motionless not far behind Isabel, he heard Thomas's words very clearly. He didn't expect a guy who looked like a farmer to be so verbose.