Under the reflection of the clear water of Lake Ripley, the beautiful blue sky and white clouds, the castle manor and the castle manor make people feel like they have stepped into a picture scroll. However, in the context of such a medieval love story related to knights and noble ladies, the hero and heroine of the story stand face to face outside the lakeside grove and stare angrily.

The heroine's left hand is supported by the palm of the heroine's left hand on the hilt weight ball of a handguard stabbing sword at her waist, and her left foot stretches out about two-thirds of the whole foot along the toes, and the legs are naturally straight, and the upper body maintains a straight posture. When the center of gravity of his body rests on his right foot, he looks at the male protagonist three or four steps away without squinting, "Sir, if you want to hear it, I will tell you." Uh, do you know business or the wool trade? ”

The young knight, also holding his sword, stared at the other party and hesitated for a moment, "Miss, I've only heard of it. ”

"Well, what about speculative land?"

"Miss, can you be more detailed?"

"Lease land, buy and sell land."

The young knight stood silently and shook his head thoughtfully. The heroine smiled faintly, and said sarcastically, "So, sir, how much do you know about the profession of lawyers?" Are you well-versed in the law, exactly? ”

The knight remained silent and did not answer. The heroine did not lose patience, and still smiled very gently and said, "I don't know how to do business, and I don't know much about the law." Sir, it seems that you can only owe allegiance to His Highness in religious matters. ”

"No, Miss Isabel, my father was a bishop before he died. I... I don't want to follow my father's path anymore. ”

"Well, business, law, and religion, you will not be able to satisfy Your Highness in these three areas. I'm sorry, but I really can't give you the trust of Your Highness. ”

The young knight immediately stepped forward, looked at the other party and argued, "Miss, I'm a knight, can't this make the Duke of Richmond believe me?" ”

The heroine folded her arms over her chest, and as she paced in place, she raised her eyelids and looked at the knight, "Sir, draw your sword." Let me see what a real knight looks like. ”

"Miss, I'm worried that this will expose you to unnecessary harm." The knight grasped the hilt of his sword in his right hand, but did not draw it.

"I appreciate your kindness, and even if I had an 800-pound dowry to marry you, I would still think so." While the heroine of the knight's love story pulled out the handguard sword with her right hand, her left hand reached out to her right waist and pulled out a delicate double-edged short sword with no jagged blade, and looked at the knight calmly, "Sir, use all the swordsmanship you have learned." ”

Seeing that the other party insisted on testing his swordsmanship, the young knight had no choice but to draw his handguard sword. Just as he was in an offensive stance, he heard the other party say again, "Sir, in order to ensure the fairness of the fight, you also need to use a short sword or dagger." ”

"No, miss, I'll have enough of a saber."

"Okay, let's start now."

The knight nodded, gripped the hilt of his sword and straightened it, the tip of his sword pointing at the noble lady he loved. "Miss, you must be careful." As soon as the words fell, the knight stabbed the other man in the left shoulder with the gauntlet sword in his hand.

"Bell...!" The sound of gold and iron resounded between the knight's saber and the dagger in the heroine's left hand. After the heroine easily uses the short sword in her left hand to the outside to slash away from the opponent's stabbing sword, the bayonet sword in her right hand immediately attacks the opponent's undefended head, throat, chest, thighs, and calves.

When the tip of the sword is pointed at the knight's throat, the knight who cannot parry with his sword can no longer stop the opponent's attack. was shocked, but saw that the heroine didn't stab again, but heard the other party say, "Sir, come again." ”

It is impossible to imagine Sir William Ingleby, armed with a handguard sword, facing Isabel with two weapons, one long and one short. What is certain, though, is that Jazz is sure to lose all the way in this unfair sword fight. If the other party really wanted to kill him, the sword just now would have pierced his throat, causing him to die in his own territory with angry eyes.

Isabel despised Sir for his reserved and conceited style, and took a step back to put down the two swords in his hand and looked at each other, "Sir, from now on, I will only use one sword. ”

Sir William, who has almost no actual combat experience and murder experience, is unable to break through the opponent's defenses no matter how he attacks. And the opponent's move after his attack does not have a gorgeous appearance, and a bloody counterattack can often kill him. After a sword competition, Jazz became more and more discouraged.

At the end of the fight, the young knight angrily threw his sword to the ground, and shouted unconvinced: "Miss, even if you kill me, I don't want to fight like this again." ”

Isabel put down the gauntlet sword in her hand and shook her head, "Sir, as long as you dishonor my honor, I can immediately engage in a duel with you and kill you." Unfortunately, you didn't. ”

"So, why didn't you kill me?"

"Sir, you can't even beat me with your swordsmanship, why do you think Your Highness believes that you can serve him?"

The young knight could no longer find a reason to refute it, and walked alone to the calm waters of the lake. Isabel put her bayonet back into its scabbard, walked over to his side and looked at his back, "I'm sorry, Sir, I'm leaving. Remember, come back to me when you have the capital to pledge your allegiance to Your Highness. ”

Isabel turned away from the knight, feeling no longer the need to talk to the stubborn young knight. In order to avoid further quarrels between the two that would lead to a duel, she needs to leave the small and cute castle immediately. Sir William, standing on the shores of Lake Ripley, turned his head to stare at her back, unable to utter even a word of relief.

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The day before Whitsunday, Sir William and Isabel met in the Duke of Richmond's new castle. Since the last time the two parted at Ripley Castle, Jazz felt like he hadn't seen Isabel in a long time. Looking at the figure that had disappeared from the castle steps, Sir stopped.

"Your Excellency, aren't you going to meet the Duke of Richmond?" Wei Cong glanced at the somewhat distracted Jazz.

William Ingleby's heart was filled with a yearning for love again, and he whispered, "Let's go back and find Miss Isabel." ”

When Isabel led several haulas-wearing swordsmen to the stables outside the east entrance of the castle with several guards in cuirass and swords at their waists, Sir William and his attendants hurried out of the castle, and when he saw Isabel standing outside the stables, he stepped forward and saluted, "Miss Isabel, we meet again." ”