Richmondshire's magistrate, Oliver McGuinness, speculated about the young duke's words, at least one thing he knew, for the Duke of Richmond had the blood of His Majesty Henry VIII in his veins. In any respect, this young nobleman from London, who grew up in the north, must not be confused with the other hereditary old nobles here.

On second thought, although his nobility rank was the lowest among the nobility, he was a magistrate under the strict guidance and supervision of the Privy Councillor. At some point, a report he submitted to the Privy Council was as important as the Governor of the northern counties, the Lord Earl.

Thinking of this, Oliver has a certain confidence. And because of the duke's sudden change in his title, he decided to test the extent of the duke's bottom line. The magistrate did not dare to look at Henry's piercing eyes, but said slowly, "Duke, please forgive me for my rudeness. Because you are still at an age where you can only gain knowledge from books, you probably don't know more about the North than I do. ”

Henry acknowledged the words of the magistrate, who had been appointed by his father, and he was also interested in what the nobles and commoners of the neighboring counties thought of his father and the royal family. At this moment, Isabel Walton's voice and smile suddenly came out of the depths of her mind.

Henry shook his head slightly, subconsciously thinking that Isabelle's problem should be solved first. Glancing at Baron Haswell, who was sitting there respectfully, he said word by word: "McGuinness, you can come to me at a later time about the loyalty of the nobles and commoners of the north to His Majesty the King and the royal family." Now, I wonder what you, as the magistrate of the county, will do with the man who slew my servant? ”

Oliver's heart suddenly felt a sense of surprise: "What's going on? Why didn't the Duke care about the current tensions in northern society and loyalty to the king and the royal family, but instead worried about the life and death of a man who killed a servant? ”

"No, the Duke must be curious to know about the tension in the North. It's just that the question is obviously not as important as the man who killed his servant. ”

"It's strange, what kind of person can make the Duke so nervous?"

"The man who killed the duke's servant was another duke's servant or a knight? In any case, the life and death of this man must be important to the duke. ”

Henry stared at the baron in thought, who had been silently waiting for the other man's answer. After much thought, Oliver finally mustered up the courage and said softly and slowly: "Duke, if the principle of criminal responsibility in the current English common law is concerned, a civil violence case should be punished with personal punishment or compensation depending on the criminal act of the perpetrator, and the perpetrator or his close relatives should pay compensation to the victim or his close relatives. ”

Henry just listened silently, and did not express his opinion. When the baron finished speaking, Henry said slowly: "Indemnity?!" What if she doesn't have compensation? I mean, I've already punished her with compensation. Moreover, she has no money to pay compensation to the victims or their relatives. ”

Henry's repeated appearance in the third person: "she" in this large passage, made the baron present suddenly have a sudden feeling: "It turns out that this perpetrator is a woman." Well, it must be a young woman worthy of the duke's affection. ”

"It's easy to handle now, and this violent case can be judged according to the local people's habits."

After Baron Haswell made up his mind, he said with a soft smile: "Duke, since the kingdom went to war with the Scots in 1295, the nobles and commoners in the northern region have formed a custom of liking violence to solve problems due to the need to resist the invasion of the Scots, coupled with the fact that this is located in a remote and closed north, the economy is backward, and it is impossible for ordinary civilians to receive education. ”

The baron continued: "The common people, other than the nobles, are generally characterized by irritable temperament. Most of their actions are unusually brutal, naïve, stupid and lack of self-control. ”

When Henry heard this, the expression on his face became relaxed. The corners of his mouth tilted to the left, and he said with a smile: "McGuinness, you do know more about the nobles and commoners in the northern region than I do. So, what is your final verdict on this violent case? ”

"Duke, since you have made a penalty for the payment of compensation, I seconded your decision."

"Very good. Then the county circuit judges and the county criminal courts appointed by His Majesty the King are there......"

Oliver pretended nothing had happened, and said, "Duke, today I am here to congratulate you on the exciting event of finally being able to take part in the 'Duke of Richmond's Hunting Season' in November. After lunch, you warmly summoned me in the living room and asked me a few questions about land rent and tenant farming. ”

Henry smiled understandingly, "McGuinness, I will definitely send someone to inform you when the hunting season will begin." ”

"Thanks to the Duke's generosity, I feel very honored to be able to participate in this fox hunt."

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Lamberton Swift, who walks with his personal valet in the back garden of Nottingham Castle, walks lightly to the path in the middle of the garden, and his relaxed expression gives people a sense of pastoral rest.

Only the valet knew that his lord was in a state of restlessness at this time. Viscount Darlington took a leisurely stroll as he cursed Baron Haswell: "What are you talking about with the Duke, this stupid pig who can only eat and drink, and is so greedy that he can only drink the blood of tenant farmers and eat the flesh of tenant farmers?" ”

"Did you let this stupid pig find out something? No, probably not. ”

While Lamberton was still thinking alone, Arthur, the butler, came to the back garden. After finding Lambberton, he stood respectfully in front of him with his hands bowed, and said to him, "Lord Viscount Darlington, Your Highness summons you in the drawing-room. ”

A few minutes later, Henry summoned a distraught Lambberton in the living room? Swift. Standing at the window of the living room, Henry turned to face the Viscount and said, "It's a pleasure to see you again, Lord Darlington. ”

After Lamberton finished his salute, he said with a kind smile on his face, "Duke, I am also honored to see you again, your complexion looks very healthy, and your body is full of the strength that is about to set foot on the fox hunting battlefield. ”

"Thank you, Lord Darlington. Want to drink something? ”

"Wine. Duke, it would be great if we could drink pure Scotch whisky at this time. ”

"Lord Darlington, I think the Scots must be nervous and frightened to entertain the armoured English nobles with sumptuous food and whiskey, and wielding King Arthur's 'sword in stone'. Not only that, but the nobles had to use their spears and swords to tell the Scots that the land and everything that lived in it belonged to England! ”