When Isabel Walton arrived outside Nottingham Castle a few minutes ago, she looked up at the fortified, old, rock-built castle. Shaking his head in disbelief, his mouth let out a burst of exclamations: "Wow, this is so cool!" ”

Then, from the castle in front of me, I thought of some of the castles I had seen, and thought, "God, am I being blown to New York by a tornado?" This is... Fort Bolt in New York's Thousand Islands Lake? However, it seems to have some resemblance to Hamand Castle in Massachusetts. ”

Just as she was pondering, a cold wind from the River Swell shivered and shivered. Then, she felt a strong irritation of the nasal mucosa in her nasal passages, and opened her mouth to let out a small sneeze.

Isabel immediately realized that this might be a harbinger of an impending cold. Although her clothes were already soaked by the icy waters of the Swell River, she subconsciously wrapped up her sports hoodie and frock straight-leg jacket, and wore the hoodie hat on her head. Then, with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, he walked to the gate and reached out and knocked three times on the sturdy gate......

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While the janitor was talking, Arthur Field had a strange initial idea in his mind. He insisted that the woman who desperately needed their help at this moment must be a wandering peasant begging for food.

How to deal with the homeless peasants, the national parliament passed the corresponding bill several years ago. The decree stipulates that, except for those who are old and incapable of working, all able-bodied vagrant beggars shall be arrested, tied to the back of the carriage, whipped until bleeding, and then forced to take a vow of voluntary labor and sent back to their place of origin.

The promulgation of this decree has indeed made many peasants who have been forced to lose their land and go bankrupt not dare to wander around the country anymore. However, the peasants, in extreme misery, were still willing to be displaced and become "free" people with nothing in contrast to the heavier exploitation, intensified exploitation and bloody persecution by the rulers.

Under the influence of this social phenomenon, it is not surprising that Arthur had such an idea. So, the idea is now there, and it's time to put it into action. However, he does not intend to do so in full accordance with the Acts of Parliament.

For the power to administer the administration and administration of justice on behalf of the king was in the hands of Lord Haswell, a magistrate with whom he was well acquainted. He had reason to believe that as long as he gave this little nobleman from the landlord and squire, he would naturally turn a blind eye to his own practices.

After the janitor finished speaking, he looked at the chief servant. Arthur, before turning to leave, commanded with a blank face, "Well, you take her to the stables and let her stay there for the night." ”

The janitor said timidly, "Mr. Field, Doris was locked up in the stable for a long time when she became ill......"

"I know. Well, the woman outside the door is nothing more than a wandering peasant. If she was infected with the plague just because she spent one night in the stable, it was God punishing her for wandering. ”

"Yes, sir, I see."

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The gate of the castle was slowly opened by the people inside the door, and Isabel hurriedly looked at the expression of the janitor who opened the door, and said in a gentle tone: "I'm sorry, I really don't want to disturb your rest so late. ”

The janitor did not answer immediately, but looked her up and down again and said, "No, you should be fortunate that your actions did not greatly annoy Mr. Field. ”

"Thank you, thank you very much."

"Well, Mr. Field allows you to make an unreasonable request, because he doesn't want your presence to interfere with the sleep of the lord and the others."

"Okay. Now, can I come in? ”

"Move gently, don't speak, and follow me slowly." The janitor whispered.

"Thank you." Led by a janitor dressed in rough linen servant's attire, Isabel quietly walked into the ancient, majestic Nottingham Castle.

Probably because of the sudden misfortune and immortality, coupled with the effect of the cold wind, loneliness and helplessness, Isabel did not notice the changes in the janitor's eyes and facial expressions. It should be said that at this time she did not know that the danger was getting closer and closer to her.

But how did the unknown danger arise? First of all, her looks, grooming, body fragrance, and proper dress were really different from the era she came in.

Secondly, the male janitor who lived in this era, although he did not bathe, kept himself clean and tidy and smelly, as ordered by the lord. He can boast to others that he can never be a stinking "beast".

Finally, the janitor, who was an inferior commoner, did not have enough money, food, livestock, or wine to allow him to marry. Because this is an era of plague, sweat fever and cross-infection at any time, this is an era full of the main theme of war and religion.

How, then, should a devout male Catholic resolve his desires under the ascetic confines of Catholic doctrine? The best, and least culpable, way is to find a fireworks woman. After all, it's better to have fun with a fireworks woman than to have an affair with someone else's wife or to seduce a virgin.

When the janitor was about to pay Isabel for prostitution with the only five pennies he had, he was confronted with a very difficult problem, for the lord's butler, Mr. Field, insisted that the "peasant" woman sleep in a stable infected with the plague. If this woman was infected with the plague, would he dare to risk his life to seek pleasure with her?

Isabel followed the pensive janitor to the lord's stables, and she stared at what was in front of her in astonishment by the light of the oil lamp in the janitor's hand, and asked the other with some incredulity, "Sir, are you going to let me sleep in the stable?" ”

The janitor's face looked so strange in the light of the oil lamp, and he said calmly, "Yes, your identity determines that you can only sleep in the stable." Of course, if you're willing to make some trades, I think I might have some options. ”

"Really? What is the deal? ”

"Ma'am, if you will spend the night with me, I will let you sleep in my bed covered with clean linen and hay."

"I see, you mean to let me rent out my body as a price for being able to sleep in a bed tonight?"

"Not only that, but you also get 5 pence. I don't think you'd want to spend an entire night with rats, bugs, and plague in the stables. ”

"Really? Your kindness really surprised me. But what if I don't agree? ”

The janitor was surprised by her answer, and cursed, "Hmph, you filthy wandering peasant! You should pray to the Lord that Mr. Field didn't tie you to the back of the wagon and keep whipping your body, so that your blood left your ugly body and flowed all the way to the River Swell. ”

Isabel didn't quite understand what the other party meant, and asked the other party, "So, can I know what crime I have committed?" And, too, accept... Flogging? ”