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Faced with a handguard stabbing sword in the chest, Sir William Ingleby hurriedly raised his hand to block with his sword. I can only hear "Ding Zheng!" With a crisp sound, William pushed the opponent's sword outward. It was too late, but it was too soon, and the short sword in Isabel's left hand crept in like a ghost, pointing it straight at his chest.

Suddenly, there was a burst of "ding-ding-ding-ding" sounds. After a few quick moves, Isabel parried out with her left short sword to block Jazz's saber, and the bayonet in her right hand stabbed Jazz's throat without hesitation.

William couldn't believe that Isabel, who might become his wife, wanted to kill him. Suddenly in danger of his life, he raised his left arm to block the opponent's bayonet sword. Then, a scream came from the fight scene, "Ah...!" ”

Isabel withdrew the gauntlet sword that had stabbed the side of the opponent's arm, glanced at the bloody tip of the sword, and then looked at the other man and said lightly, "Sir, God will not take the soul of a cowardly knight. ”

After saying that, he walked to the grass on one side, picked up the belt with the scabbard attached, turned around and walked towards the main castle building in front of him. At this moment, she heard the voice of the Jazz in the distance behind her, "Miss, wait. ”

Isabel stopped, looked sideways at the waters of Lake Ripley on her right, and heard the other man say in a loud voice, "Miss, I will ask God for your forgiveness." ”

"Really?" Isabel still did not look at Sir William, but muttered quietly as she squinted at the tranquil and secluded waters of the lake.

Sir William stuck the tip of his saber in the grass and walked behind her with his right hand covering his stabbed left arm, "Miss, your father, Lord Walton, has made a decision to let you marry me!" ”

It seems that the aged Baron Walton finally made up his mind to marry off his daughter. Although the other party was only a hereditary knight, he also met the baron's requirements for his daughter's marriage. One of the things that Isabel had been most worried about in the past few years finally broke out. If she hadn't sailed south to Plymouth in the name of the Duke of Richmond last summer, she might have become the lord of Ripley's Castle by now.

Although Jazz's words were not a thunderbolt above her head, they also made the scorched thunder in her ears come and go. She immediately turned around and threw the two swords in her hand into the grass. When the two swords were stuck diagonally on the grass, they trembled slightly, and casually tied the belt used for the saber around their waists.

As he tied his belt around his waist, he stared at each other with piercing eyes and said, "Sir, do you think I am fit to be the wife of a knight?" ”

William lightly opened his right hand, which was covering the wound, raised his arm to look at the punctured hole in his sleeve, looked at her again, and said softly, "No, no noble lady dares to do such a thing to her husband-to-be. ”

Isabel was stunned for a moment, and there was a pause in the movement of the belt. However, she soon fastened her belt and looked at the other with a blank face, "Sir, if I were you, I should go and get the wound taken care of immediately." With that, he pulled out two more swords from the grass and inserted them back into the scabbards on either side of the belt.

Sir William could not feel a trace of the joy and shame that marriage brought to the other party from the expression, tone and words of the other party, and looked at the other party with some confusion, "Miss, you... Are you doubting that what I said is not the truth? ”

Isabel clasped her hands in front of her chest and lowered her head slightly in thought for a moment. He tilted the corners of his mouth and looked at Sir again, "I'm sure you don't dare lie to me, and I can get confirmation from my father." It's just that I'm going to be preparing for the funeral of your knightly brother Sir Ernest for the next time, do you understand? ”

"Miss, I understand. I can wait, wait for you to make a final decision. ”

"One more thing, sir, I don't want my future husband to be a cowardly knight!"

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Baron Walton's guards had lined up on their horses and waited for the baron's daughter to mount. Isabel walked up to her Andalusian horse, which resembled the Arabian thoroughbred horse ridden by Gandalf (the wizard in The Elven Diamond, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings), and as she put her hands on the saddle and was ready to mount, Sir William's butler hurried over.

After saluting, he whispered, "Miss Isabel, my lord said he would like to invite you to lunch. ”

Still stepping onto the expensive warhorse, Isabel adjusted the position of her hips in contact with the saddle. Looking up at the gatehouse of the castle in front of him, he shook his head and said, "Butler, go back and tell Sir that if my brother is still alive, I will accept his invitation." ”

The party slowly left Ripley's Castle and the nearby villages of the realm's subjects, and galloped along the road to the northeast towards the domain of his father, Baron Walton. Along the way, words like "marriage, husband, family, and children" kept flashing in Isabel's mind, and she couldn't help but think to herself, "Perhaps, it's time to get married." ”

"It's not so easy to make me a victim of an aristocratic marriage."

"I must get William Ingleby, a coward, to promise me some conditions before I can marry him."

"While you're planning for your funeral, you can go to Leeds City or York City to talk to a lawyer about a prenuptial agreement.

As he drove his horse, he remembered what his father might have said to Sir William about marriage, "Do my parents really want me to marry a knight?" ”

"What the hell are they thinking? William, this muddy ball, is a fucking selfish coward! ”

"No, I'm going to make some effort for my first marriage."

After less than an hour's ride, Isabel led her father's guard back to Kirklington from the south. When the horses came to the square outside the manor, they immediately felt that the atmosphere in the manor was wrong. After dismounting and throwing the reins and whip to the guards, he told the guards to hurry to lunch, and he strode to the gate of the manor.

When the two male servants on duty outside the gate saluted her, she noticed that the faces of the male servants were very melancholy. Isabel gritted her teeth and held back a wave of sadness to look at a manservant on her right, "Has your lord's eldest son been sent back?" ”

The valet nodded, and Isabel stood still, steady, and walked towards the inside of the manor. After a short time, he came to the door of the hall, took a deep breath, and resolutely walked into the hall. At this time, the people staying in the hall invariably turned their eyes to her. Caroline Walton, the brother's wife, stood up in grief and stared at her for a long time until tears flowed down her face.