Sir Alex Congeve was able to see through the fog what Isabelle Walton really wanted. For that reason, she should give Jazz a warm hug or a fist bump in a popular North American social etiquette.

Isabel looked at Jazz sitting at the conference table with a little surprise, tilted her head and widened her eyes a little and said, "Well, that's very good, I like it." Sir, just like this, extend your right hand and clench it into a fist. ”

As she spoke, she stretched out her right hand, clenched into a fist, and hung in front of Sir Alex Ferguson. Sir Alex Ferguson, though he was surprised by her demeanor, stretched out his right hand and clenched it into a fist as she did. He looked at her several times and said, "Your Excellency, what does this mean?" Are we going to hit each other on the body? ”

"Please, it's called a fist bump. Well, I learned it from some boys when I was living in the Principality of Andorra. ”

"Well, fist bump?! Sir, does this mean something that only God can understand? ”

"yes, of course. The purpose of the fist bump is because we are on the same page. Or, because we've succeeded together on something, we congratulate each other by punching each other. ”

"Oh, I see, it's a kind of aristocratic or knightly etiquette."

"That's right. Okay, now I'll teach you. ”

Isabel said as she made the motion, "Sir, now put your fist above my fist and hit my fist from top to bottom." Be careful, don't use too much force to hit me as your enemy. ”

Ferguson put his fist on top of Isabel's right fist in style. Then, with a slightly stiff movement, he struck Isabel in the fist vertically. Then, as Isabel moved her fist from under the Jazz Fist to above the Jazz Fist, she said, "Okay, I'll repeat what you just did again." ”

When she struck Sir Alex Ferguson's fist from top to bottom, she withdrew her right arm while still clenching her fist and said, "Sir Now, let's do a punch, don't push too hard." ”

After the two of them exchanged fists in mid-air, Isabel nodded in satisfaction and explained, "Alright, Sir, now we will each open our palms and interlock our fingers with each other's hands. ”

Ferguson did just that, curious. At this time, the fingers of their right hands except the thumb were clasped together, and Isabel said, "Sir, after our fingers are interlocked, we gently pull each other's right shoulders towards our own right shoulder." ”

After the two of them did the action of slamming their shoulders against the shoulders according to Isabel's verbal description, Isabel smiled and said, "Congratulations, sir, you learned to bumper your fists." ”

"It's as simple as that? Well, it's interesting. Your Excellency, could I ask you to do it again? ”

"Of course."

Next, the two practiced a full set of fist bumps three times. It wasn't until Sir Alex Ferguson's movements were no longer so stiff that Isabel looked at the other party: "Sir, remember?" ”

Ferguson laughed and said, "Your Excellency, you are really funny. Chance, I'll let everyone learn this... Bumping fists. ”

"Sir, it's just an informal etiquette that only applies between brothers, friends, or friends on the battlefield."

"Your Excellency, I understand. If I had touched your shoulders in front of Your Highness, I'm afraid Your Highness would have thrown things and cursed people a long time ago. ”

"Well, sir, that's exactly what I had in mind. Because this Lord Haswell has already made His Highness very dissatisfied. Isabel paced around the conference table with her hands behind her back as if nothing had happened, whispering a political struggle for power that seemed unrelated to her.

Ferguson sat in his chair in silence, glanced at Isabel's figure and said lightly: "Your Excellency, does Your Highness want us to do something?" ”

Isabel looked at Sir from time to time and continued to pace back and forth: "Lord Haswell's noble, proud heart has been seduced by the demon in the mask of an angel at this moment. He will voluntarily sacrifice his soul to the demons, and voluntarily expose his body to the scourge of hellfire. ”

Then she stretched out her arms and looked up at a corner of the ceiling of the parlor and said, "Lord, forgive Oliver McGuinness for his sins!" ”

"Jealousy, greed, and arrogance are the three sparks that burn people's hearts. (Dante's Divine Comedy)"

"I will not answer you other than to act, for what is right should be satisfied by action, not by silence. (Dante's Divine Comedy)"

Sir Ferguson Congreve's eyes widened as he watched Isabelle's prayer without saying a word. Well, it does look like a prayer. But why did she pray for Baron Haswell?

After Isabel's show, she returned to her previous appearance and stared at Ferguson: "Sir, Your Highness wants to get rid of Lord Haswell as soon as possible." ”

Ferguson blinked and returned to his sobriety state, and sneered: "Your Excellency, when does Your Highness want to get rid of the Baron?" I mean this. With that, Jazz swiped his fingers around his neck from left to right.

"No, sir, Your Highness just hopes that the sooner the Baron leaves Richmondshire, the better."

"If we are going to do that, we need a command from the king."

"Sir, do you want to add hundreds of acres to your domain, and do you want to increase your servants and possessions to the extent you want them to be?" Isabel silently walked up to Sir Alex Ferguson and watched him closely.

Sir Alex Ferguson suddenly felt a sense of horror when he saw behind the angelic countenance of the Privy Counsellor a demon sneering in the dark. He shook his head vigorously, looked at the empty living room, and whispered, "The old rule distance, one person and a half!" ”

"Sir, if you want to get land, estate, and wealth, you have to do it according to my plan."

After Sir Alex Ferguson nodded, Isabel named two of the subversive campaigns against Baron Haswell. The reason why she chose subversive activities to bring down the Baron was because she felt that it would take a long time for other methods or strategies to be implemented.

At the moment, the Duke of Richmond was anxious to get rid of Baron Haswell as soon as he returned to the city of London, which would inevitably make the removal plan difficult. Therefore, Isabel had to take out the plan of the subversive activities in advance. When she told her the whole plan, Sir Alex Ferguson was somewhat taken aback by her plan.

Sir Alex Ferguson pondered, "Your Excellency, creating trouble in the county, using those farmers who resented Lord Haswell to cause war and ethnic strife in the county, will cause a large-scale family vendetta!" ”