Although Madame Frederick did not know what her sister needed the fabric for, she trusted her and always was. Then, let the valet in the hall call the butler and begin to instruct the various matters that need to be dealt with urgently. For a moment, the long-dormant Sir Manor became crowded, and the male and female servants anxiously packed up their lord's various belongings. In a panic, he ran out of the manor, and put his belongings into a carriage without a canopy.

When a maid walked into the hall with some cotton cloth and handed it to Isabel with both hands, Mrs. Frederick asked, "Isabel, what do you want all this fabric for?" ”

Isabel took the fabric and did not speak, but called the lady to the side and whispered in her ear, "Listen to me, Euphemia, that Jazz may be suffering from a contagious plague. This plague, like any other plague, kills Sir mercilessly. ”

Madame Frederick looked startled, stared at her sister beside her in disbelief, and after a long moment said tremblingly, "My God, this... How is this possible? ”

Isabel raised her right hand and gently held Madame's shoulder, "Euphemia, we have always been good partners and sisters who can trust each other. So, this time I will try my best to keep your husband alive. ”

"My sister, I thank you for bringing me the news that Jazz can live, even though the plague is something that scares me so much."

"Also, I'm not sure if you and the children will be infected with the plague by Sir." After Isabel finished speaking, she raised her head to look up at the sunlight shining in from the hall window in front of her left, and then looked at her sister, "So, you and your children should also move to Asker Manor as soon as possible." Of course, you and Sir will never see each other for six months. ”

"My sister, can't you even say a word?" Madame Frederick looked at her with a pleading look.

"Absolutely not! Did you know that Jazz was infected with the plague through conversations with people? Isabel finished speaking, and looked at a valet in the distance, "It's time for Euphemia, to have someone take me to Sir Sir." ”

Isabel and her father's saber guards each covered their faces with a rectangular scarf-like cloth, each with only one pair of eyes, and were led by a manservant to a room on the northeast side of the manor. After the valet left, Isabel exchanged glances with the guards beside her.

A guard stepped forward and knocked on the door a few times, but before he could speak, he heard a coughing roar from inside, "Go away!" Go away, I don't need your pity, and I don't need you to take care of me! ”

Wei Cong, who had half covered his face, had no choice but to turn his head to look at the baron's daughter, "Let me come." The baron's daughter pulled down the cloth covering her face, and when she had finished speaking, she walked to the door, and raised her head in thought, and cried out loudly, "Herbert, I'm Isabel, open the door!" ”

It was a long time before she heard Sir Herbert's voice coming from the room, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, now... I can't meet with you yet. ”

Knowing that Jazz would answer herself, Isabel was silent for a moment before shouting at the door, "Sir, I know why you can't meet with me. If you trust me, I'll tell you what to do now when you come out of the room. ”

"Ahem, ahem... cough cough cough ...... You can't save me, Sir, you... You'd better go. Sir Herbert barely managed to say a word after a violent cough.

"Are you ready?" Isabel whispered a whisper to the guards behind her, then looked at the door. She believed that Jazz was lying uncomfortably on the bed or on the floor, coughing up blood, enduring the pain of the tuberculosis virus constantly eating away at his body.

Several guards nodded their heads, and Isabel glanced at the two guards with short-handled battle axes, "You two come here and split the door!" ”

"Click... Click... Click! With a few strong crusting sounds, the two guards quickly unlocked the door with their tomahawks. Before the jazz inside tried to block the people outside, Isabel commanded in a deep voice, "Rush in and bring Jazz out!" ”

Several guards standing outside the door rushed into the room like a violent wind, and when Isabel stood outside the door with her back against the wall and slowly covered her face with a fabric, there was a noise from inside, "Who are you?" Put... Let me go... Ahem, ahem... Ahem, ahem..."

Then there was a burst of "crackling... Crash... Boom...", Isabel thought that it was probably her brother-in-law who was "resisting to the death" to take his guards away in order to refuse to be taken out of the room. Gradually, the noise died down, and two guards walked out of the room, one on the left and one on the right, with Jazz on their backs.

Dressed in a dirty, smelly white dressing gown, Sir Herbert, emaciated and emaciated, could not believe what she was seeing with her eyes. She couldn't believe that a young northern man who used to be lively and cheerful, who loved to talk and laugh, and who loved Euphemia deeply, had now become a terminally ill dying man.

I saw that Jazz's face was as white as a piece of paper, his cheekbones were high and bulging, and his eyes were not shining. He looked at her with a very weak breath, as if he used all his strength to spit out a sentence, "Your Excellency, you... See? One... People who are about to go to hell. ”

"Sir, you're still young, you're not going to die." Isabel said something through the fabric, then glanced at the guards on the left and right, "You take him into the carriage and keep him under strict supervision." ”

The two guards walked in the middle of the procession with Sir Herbert on their back, and led by Isabel out of the hallway, through the hall to the small square outside the manor. By this time, Euphemia was already waiting with her eldest son, eldest daughter, steward, and dozens of servants. When the crowd saw the haggard lord with a withered face, many servants hid their faces and wept quietly.

In order to prevent Sir Herbert from spreading the germ to others through droplet transmission while talking to the crowd, Isabel immediately ordered two guards to take Sir into the carriage and supervise him. Then, he came to his sister, who was already in tears, took off the fabric of his face and stared at each other, and then looked at the two children beside his sister.

Kneeling on one leg and gently stroking his sister's eldest son's hair, "Charles, don't worry about your father, I'm just taking your father to heal his body and soul." ”

Charles raised his little hand to wipe his teary eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Godmother, uh, when will Mother and I and my sister see our father?" ”