The unfamiliar surroundings, the unfamiliar room, and the unfamiliar brown linen bed, Isabel Walton, who had never suffered from bed choice disorder, suffered from insomnia on the second night at the end of the Middle Ages.

There is no internet to use, and she can live with it. There's no MP4 to listen to her favorite rap songs, and she can spend her time in silence as if nothing happened. However, the mainstream view of society that she can't take a bath makes her seem a little restless. The detached toilet on the edge of the village to the north also forced her to start using the stinky utensils such as night pots and toilets that people here rely on.

She misses her SUV, her cell phone, her mother, the Naval Academy where she lived for four years, her fellow Navy, and she even begins to miss Norfolk Naval Station, where she is about to work.

Now, all this will remain only in her memory, her hippocampus, which is located between the thalamus and the medial temporal lobe, which is part of the limbic system. In the confusion of her thoughts, Isabel gradually closed her eyes......

After some time, she vaguely seemed to hear someone standing outside the door knocking on the door three times with her fingers and knuckles. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly sat up and looked at the door in front of him, and when he went to get the folding knife hidden under the bed, he said, "Who is it?" ”

Outside the door, a low, gentle female voice sounded: "Good morning, Squire, a new day begins." ”

Since coming to Asker Manor, Isabel has known and known no more than 10 different people. Based on this, she judged that the woman who knocked on her door must be an unknown female servant, and replied, "Thank you, I see." ”

The maid outside the door did not push the door in, and opened the curtains for her and prepared the clothes she would wear when she went out. Because although Isabel was a knightly squire of the lord at this time, her status was only slightly higher than that of the male and female servants of the manor, but lower than that of the lord's butler, Mr. Bruce Hard.

After listening intently as the maid left, Isabel rolled over and got out of bed. Glancing at the modern clothes that were born centuries later on a chair, he shook his head and said, "I don't know when the next time I wear these clothes." ”

After changing into linen clothes and trousers characteristic of this era, he dressed himself in a light and inexpensive leather armor made of cowhide and linen and inlaid with an iron nail cap. Wearing leather bracers, he put on a pair of black knight's high leather boots and fastened a wide-brimmed leather belt around his waist.

When she was done, Isabel took out her hidden dive watch, looked at the time, pouted, and said, "It's 5:50 a.m., and there are 10 minutes left." So, before she walked out of the room, she calmly straightened her shoulder-length curls and pinned a pair of delicate and durable cavalry gloves to her waist.

Although Sir Augustine Walton was on his own for many days, he was not opposed to the butler finding a light-moving, agile valet to change his clothes. This morning, he was dressed by a young male servant.

While the servant had dressed himself and was about to put on the light armor he wore every day, Sir looked at the cavalry suit in the servant's hand and said, "Today I will wear the new cavalry suit, give it to my squire with my sword, and tell her to wipe it clean." ”

The servant nodded in agreement, "Yes, my lord." ”

"Wait, by the way, tell her a little bit more about getting the horses ready by 7 o'clock."

"Understood, sir."

Dressed as a British archer or infantry sergeant, Isabel stood heroically on the side outside the door of the Jazz Room. Although she did not wear a knight's stabbing sword or dagger, nor did she carry a spear and a light helmet to serve as a guard for Sir like a guard, she looked particularly radiant and refreshed in men's clothing.

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Last night, after Euphemia Walton and her two returned to her room from the stream southeast of the manor, Isabel politely insisted that she leave her new "cadet dormitory" on the pretext of scrubbing her body and resting early.

If Isabel had an unexpected insomnia, the person who really had insomnia last night would have been Yuphimia Walton. When she returned to her room, she still appeared energetic, and she lay on the bed for a long time before she gradually became sleepy.

Just as she was falling asleep, the biological clock in her body drove her to sit up from the bed again. Because she wakes up at this time every morning, it is her mother Antonia and her governess Ferdinand Fitzgerald who set the school rules for her and her second son, Alfred.

Dressed in a blouse, Euphemia yawned and took a clean linen from the obedient maid to prepare for a "dry cleaning" wash. Halfway through the wipe, she suddenly remembered her "sister" who would also get up early today.

He turned back to the maid and said, "Are you up?" ”

The maid replied respectfully, "Yes, Miss." ”

"Now that Daddy is up, Isabel must be waiting for Daddy outside the door?!" Euphemia wiped her little face with a muttering to herself. At this moment, he suddenly threw the linen in his hand to the maid, turned and walked briskly towards the door of the room.

"Miss, where are you going?" Before the maid could finish speaking, Euphemia turned and disappeared into the hallway.

Three steps and two steps to the outside of his father Augustine's room, just in time to meet the knight's valet handed Isabel the cavalry equipment in his hand and two swords, one long and one short, and whispered to her what Sir had ordered.

Euphemia stepped forward and asked the manservant, "Why did you give these things to her?" ”

The manservant glanced at her and hurriedly bowed, and after the salute was finished, he replied, "Miss, this is an explanation from the adults." The lord said that Squire must wipe the armor and sword clean. ”

Isabel saluted Euphemia as a man and said, "Good morning, Miss Euphemia. ”

"Good morning, Isabel Walton."

"Miss Euphemia, have you forgotten? This is my job as a knightly squire of the Jazz. ”

"My God, it seems that I have really forgotten. Isabel, please give me a little more time so I can connect your gender to who you are now. ”

"No problem. Miss Euphemia, you can treat me like a boy at this point. ”

"Isabel, are you saying some ridiculous things again?"

The valet saluted Euphemia again, and then returned to the knight's room. As Isabel was about to leave with her cavalry gear and sword, Euphemia asked, "Isabel, where are you going?" ”

Isabel said, "I went to the stables, and Sir told me to have my horses ready for departure by 7 o'clock. ”

"Oh, you're going to the stable?! Isabel, can I come with you? ”

"Of course. Pretty girl, can you hold these things for me? ”