At sunset, several manservants quickly lit several oil lamps on the four walls of the hall. For a while, the hall was brightly lit, driving away the demons hiding in the night. At this moment, the Baron and the Baroness, as well as Caroline Walton, wife of the eldest son, Sir Ernest, were standing in front of the eight chests of gold, silver, jewels, sugar, spices, and hides, and their mouths were bursting with exclamations.

Caroline Walton, who did not dare to make rudeness easily in front of her husband's aristocratic mother, quietly glanced at Isabelle, who was standing next to Baron Walton. When Isabel approached her, Caroline asked in a soft, cheerful voice, "Isabel, I found two separate boxes of cane sugar and spices. Well, are you planning to sell these surplus cane sugar and spices in Yorktown? ”

Isabel glanced sideways at her parents, who were preoccupied with all kinds of treasures behind her, tilted her head and grinned, "Actually, I plan to ship all this treasure to York City and sell it." ”

"Sell them all? My God, Isabel, do you know that although the merchants of York and Leeds sell these cane sugar and spices at high prices, there are still many families of nobles, knights and gentlemen who need more cane sugar and spices? ”

Caroline rambled, and Isabel giggled, "Caroline, since those families of nobles, knights, and gentlemen need them more than we do, why can't we make some more money from them?" ”

The conversation between the two attracted Mrs. Walton's attention, and when Mrs. Walton came to the two with her personal maid, she first looked at her daughter in silence, then looked at the eldest son's wife and asked, "Caroline, what were you talking about?" ”

At this time, Baron Walton also slowly came to the side of the crowd and asked a few interesting questions. In the face of the baron and his wife's inquiry, Caroline could only tell the truth to her husband's parents, and roughly repeated Isabel's statement.

After listening to Caroline's account, the Baron and the Lady were a little laughing and crying at Isabelle's thoughts. They thought that the daughter of a noble lady had nothing left in her mind but money after a trip to the south. In the eyes of her daughter, chivalry, the honor, the rules and manners of the nobility were no longer so important.

Mrs. Walton looked at Isabel helplessly, "My daughter, sugar and spices are indeed valuable, but they are also valuable. Like gold, silver, and jewelry, we can prove our identity and status to those who are below. ”

Baron Walton stroked his beard lightly and nodded approvingly, "Daughter, your mother is right. It is important to know that spices were used as a suitable gift for aristocratic dealings and diplomatic negotiations in the Middle Ages. ”

"The Middle Ages again?! God, it's the age of hot weapons now, why is it still the Middle Ages? Isabel didn't dare to spit out all the words in her heart, but just looked at her parents in surprise, "Oh, that's right. I also thought that spices were just one of the condiments used in the cooking process. ”

When Mrs. Walton was about to tell her about the medicinal and religious uses of spices, Bruce Hard, the butler, hurried into the hall and hurried to the crowd. After greeting everyone, he informed Baron Walton of one thing, "My lord, Lord Latimer has requested a meeting with you and his wife. ”

Baron Walton was a little surprised, and turned his face to look at Isabel to the side, "Daughter, Lord Latimer is here." ”

"John Neville...?" Isabel subconsciously pronounced the name of Baron Latimer IV, and hurriedly glanced at the butler, "Bruce, where is Lord Latimer?" Take me to him. ”

The butler looked hesitantly at Baron Walton, who smiled and nodded. As the butler led Isabel out of the hall, Waltonff immediately commanded the valet maid, "Chrissy, now go and call some servants at once, and bring all these chests to the storeroom." ”

As the maid was about to leave, Mrs. Walton commanded, "No one is to open these boxes without my order and that of my lordship." ”

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When Isabel was guided by the butler to the small square in front of the manor, she keenly saw more than 20 quasi-lancers dressed in three-quarter armor, with handguards and swords on their waists, and holding light rifles and torches, riding on horseback and standing in the small square. When the light of the fire produced by the burning torches shone on the visor of each would-be lancer, a solemn, solemn atmosphere suddenly condensed the endless darkness that shrouded the small square.

Before Isabel could call out Baron Latimer IV's name, a quasi-lancer who had been obscured from his face by the same cold, lifeless visor with breathable holes as the other horsemen jumped off his horse. He took off his helmet and walked towards her with a sunny smile on his face.

With short hair, a firm nose, deep eye sockets, and a three-quarter-top and helmet, John Neville strode up to Isabel and nodded in greeting. Immediately, he stared at her excitedly, "Godmother, I am surprised that we will meet again at this time. ”

Isabel was also a little surprised, a little excited. Looking at the young Baron Latimer IV, he said with a smile: "John, now you are a nobleman. So, you should call me by title. ”

After exchanging pleasantries, Isabel and John were led down the hall by the butler. When she entered the hall, she found that all the chests on the floor were gone, her parents were back in their seats, and her brother's wife, Caroline, was nowhere to be seen.

Isabel didn't say anything, just sat back in her seat with a smile still on her face. John Neville sat on a chair opposite her and looked solemnly at the Lord Walton, "Your Excellency, I came to your manor tonight to tell you and Madame that I am going to war in Scotland tonight. ”

John, who had lived in his own family for several years, made a good impression on Mrs. Walton. If John was not a descendant of a nobleman, but a descendant of a knight, she might have considered John an adopted son. However, she heard John's decision to go to Scotland.

Turning his head to look at her husband, Baron Walton, he looked at John again with a heavy heart, "Your Excellency, are you going to leave for Scotland tonight?" ”

Expecting John to join the invasion of Scotland, Isabel unhurriedly took a sip of wine from her glass and watched John and her parents in silence. John glanced at her, then at Baron and Mrs. Walton, "Yes, although I inherited my father's title and domain, I still hope to be knighted. ”