There is some truth in the words of the London lawyer. At the beginning of the Tudor dynasty, Lancashire, located on the edge of northwestern England, was synonymous with poverty and backwardness in the minds of most of the kingdom's subjects. Before becoming the birthplace of Britain's Industrial Revolution, only the western and northern parts of the county could be used for agricultural purposes.

It was not until the late 16th century, under Queen Elizabeth, that the flax, wool and cotton textile industry developed rapidly in Lancashire, becoming the largest textile industry in the country. It is true that this is closely related to the fact that in 1569, the rebellion of the nobility in the four northern counties was suppressed by the queen, the Catholic forces suffered a heavy blow, and the northern society and people had to recognize the queen's ruling authority.

However, in 1536, although Lancaster Castle and its territory were the property of the Crown, its administrator, Sir Roland, was unable and unwilling to take care of the remote villages and poor people of the Crown. When the steward was confronted with a considerable number of locals and outcasts from other counties who loved to steal, violence, indulgence, and blind worship of the church, he simply drove them out of the royal realm as much as he could.

It is not surprising, then, that litigators from the bustling southern city of London are able to make a fuss. Francis, who was sitting on one side, chewed on beef jerky and asked curiously: "Sir, are the northern counties all poor and backward for you?" The people here seem to be savage, violent, and uneducated? ”

Robert looked at him and shook his head and said, "Sir, this problem cannot be looked at like that. In fact, the northern society has its own unique historical reasons as the traditional 'Danish district'. ”

"I know what that word means. Sir, I saw it from an ancient book in my father's study. ”

"Oh...? So, sir, your father must be some nobleman from the North? ”

Francis just smiled and didn't answer. Robert Althop was about to inquire when he heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from the side of the road. Not only did he hear it, but so did the four would-be knights beside him. After Francis hurriedly glanced at the two of them, the two would-be knights immediately threw down the water bag in their hands, pulled out the knight's sword at their waist one after another, and stood on the periphery of everyone.

With a calm face, Isabel and Sir Augustine rode to the side of the two would-be knights, and said with a smile: "Brothers, it is me and Sir that can lift the alarm." ”

With a smile on their faces, the two would-be knights withdrew their unsheathed swords and stepped forward to hold their respective horses for the two. While the two would-be knights had led their four horses to a stream outside the grove to drink, Isabel and Sir came to Robert.

Robert and the others quickly stood up and saluted the two of them. Only then did Augustine say, "Sir, Your Highness has taken into account that the law and order situation in Lancashire cannot be compared with that of Richmondshire, so I have asked my daughter and me to act as your sir's guards. ”

Robert blinked and said incomprehensibly, "I am very grateful for His Highness's love and concern. However, why did Your Highness only send you and Your Excellency? ”

When Isabel on the side was about to speak, Francis hurriedly took the initiative to answer for her: "Sir, Sir Sir can defeat every quasi-knight in His Royal Highness's guard with his sword fighting skills, only the current captain Sir Alex Ferguson's sword skills can be comparable to Sir Sir Ferguson's." ”

He went on to say, "Sir, the power of the Sir's daughter, His Excellency the Privy Counsellor, is almost as good as that of the Sir. Not only that, but you are also more adept at using two-handed shortswords and English longbows. ”

"Your Excellency, I am very shocked and surprised that you can be a privy counsellor and a guard of your highness, two very different professions." Robert still complimented Isabel in disbelief.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir. Well, this is not Richmondshire, nor is it the Duke's Court, and you can call me Miss Isabel in the future. Isabel said with a faint smile.

"Miss Isabel, I am honored to be able to meet you again."

"Sir, I am also honored to meet you again."

As the group sat down to rest, Isabel called Francis aside. Glancing at Robert, who was talking to the crowd about the prosperous city of London, he said, "Francis, the plan to gather information needs to be changed at the moment, and Sir and I will take the place of the four of you. ”

Francis nodded and said, "Yes, Your Excellency." Well, the work of delivering letters ......"

"The four of you are in charge, is there a problem?"

"No problem, Your Excellency."

"Good. Francis, you must remember that a letter addressed to His Highness must not allow anyone to see the contents of the letter. You must deliver it yourself to Your Highness, do you understand what I mean? ”

"Yes, Your Excellency. Including the guards, squires, butlers, and servants around His Highness, no one can look at them. ”

Isabel sat down on a piece of dead wood and pondered, "Francis, if Mr. Althop decides to go to Darlington Castle, you must find a proper time to tell your father and your sister the truth about what happened." ”

Franciston became a little nervous, sat down beside him, and whispered, "Your Excellency, Sir says that he is definitely an ordinary subject loyal to the king. This invitation to the northern aristocracy to march south was simply a petition to the king to express their dissatisfaction with the Reformation. ”

"I ask you, if you were a king, what would you think when faced with an army of tens of thousands of armed petitioners of nobles, knights, squires, and tenant farmers?"

"Your Excellency, I... I do not know. ”

"It's okay, you can try."

Francis was silent for a moment, and then said slowly, "Your Excellency, it will be a scene even more terrible than purgatory. Whatever these people want to do, I think they're in rebellion. Maybe storm my palace, grab me and hang me on the gallows! ”

Isabel nodded, picked up a pebble and threw it at the creek and said, "Francis, you have a very good assumption. I can also tell you that the king will not be merciful to these people, and that the time will come when the heads will be mercilessly cut off. ”

"Your Excellency, I believe your words. What should I do if my father ignores my advice? ”

"Do your best to protect your family."

Francis nodded solemnly, and Isabel looked back at Robert again. When he stood up and walked towards the brook in front of him, he said, "Let's go, let's go and bring back all the horses that drink water."

When he stood up, he suddenly remembered something, and caught up with her and asked, "Your Excellency, was there a battle here before we came?" ”