By this time, most of the people in Asker Manor had fallen asleep, but a room just 50 feet (about 15.24 meters) away from Sir Augustin Walton's bedroom was still brightly lit. Whether the oil lamp was not extinguished after falling asleep, or whether the owner of the room did not sleep at all, even Mr. Harder, the butler, could not answer.

Of course, he has only the right to advise the master of the room in any case, and has no power to command or command. Because the owner of this room is the second daughter of the knight, Euphemia Walton, who is the third in the family list.

According to the usual family list in the Kingdom of England, except for the first lady of knight, the order is the eldest daughter Rosalind Walton (deceased); eldest son, Ernest Walton; second daughter, Euphemia Walton; Second son, Alfred Walton.

As the second daughter, Euphemia Walton has no inheritance rights, and will receive a small part of the estate at most after Sir dies. For when she was of marriageable age, she would leave the Sir family to marry the second or third son of a knight's family in the kingdom.

If she was lucky, it was also possible that she would be married off by her parents to one of the fifth-level nobles. But now she has not grown up to the age of marriage, so she can still continue to be a noble and beautiful young lady in the family of Jazz.

Euphemia returned to her room sullenly after dinner, worried that she was still working in the stables and had not been given food and drinking water. Although this sister is not the eldest daughter of the family who has been dead for three years, Rosalind is comparable to her eldest daughter, and even better than Rosalind in some aspects.

Sitting in front of an oil lamp, holding a copy of Aeschylus' masterpiece "Agamemnon", one of the three great tragic writers of ancient Greece, is studying. She tried to memorize the Latin words in the book, but the image of Isabel Walton always appeared in front of her eyes from time to time.

She felt a little tired, her little head tilted involuntarily to the side of the armchair, and she recited Aeschylus' famous quote: "The bed, the warm bed, it magically drives away fatigue." The book in his hand slipped to the ground, and his eyes closed unconsciously.

Euphemia slept soundly and soundly in that gothic backrest seat with armrests. After some time, she suddenly woke up from her sleep and looked around the empty room with sleepy eyes.

"My God, how did I fall asleep? What time is it and Isabel hasn't finished her work yet? ”

"Dad had never been so strict with his knight squires before. I really don't know why His Royal Highness the Duke would let a girl be his father's knight squire? ”

"No, I'll have to get some food and water and visit her in the stables. But what would I do if I met my father, my mother, or Mr. Harder? ”

"I can tell them that I'm worried that Isabel didn't make it to dinner in time. If she hadn't eaten dinner, she wouldn't have the strength to finish the job. ”

"That's all, I'll go right away."

As she sat down in her chair and thought about this, Euphemia stood up and picked up the book on the floor and set it aside, picked up the oil lamp and walked straight to the door and quietly opened it. When she walked out of her room, she felt that everything around her was silent.

He walked briskly past the room of his eldest son, Ernest, and passed briskly past the room of his eldest daughter, Rosalinde, who had been vacant for three years. As she turned a corner to the passage where her parents' room was, she was surprised to find the light of a long oil lamp refracting from the chamber in front right, projected on the floor tiles outside the room.

"Well, what's going on? How could there be a light in that waiter's room that hadn't been used for a long time? ”

"Is it Mr. Hard, or is Daddy in there?"

"Could it be that Isabel is back? It must be yes, it must be her! ”

Euphemia took two and three steps, walked to the door of the knight's chamber with an oil lamp, and gently pushed the door open. When the people in the room looked at her, Euphemia was happy. While walking towards the room, he said to the other party: "Sister, I thought it was my father or the housekeeper here, but it turned out to be you!" ”

Just a minute ago, Bruce, the butler, was telling Isabel about some of the things she wanted to know. Bruce confidently said, "Squire, you don't have to worry about that. When the time comes, someone will knock on your door three times. ”

Isabel sat on the bed against the wall, looked at the butler and said, "Really? How do I know if the person knocking on the door will sneak into my room and do something he wants to do but has never dared to do? ”

"Squire, I'm familiar with every male servant in Asker Manor, you can rest assured."

"Okay, I got it."

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Isabel, who was sitting alone on the bed, felt a little melancholy in her heart. Somehow, she missed her mother who was staying in the town at the moment, and thought, "I don't know what my mother is doing now?" Perhaps, two naval officers were sitting in my mother's living room, and with a very regretful expression, they told her about what had happened to me. ”

"To my mom and the U.S. Navy, I'm dead now. It's ridiculous that after this tornado passed, they couldn't even find my body, and even my car disappeared without a trace. ”

"Without a body, what would Mom use to bury me under my headstone at Arlington National Cemetery? Perhaps, my naval officer's uniform was the best choice. ”

"Forget it, it's useless to think about it. Unless a damn tornado will appear once in this damn place. ”

In the midst of great melancholy, the door to the room was quietly pushed open. Alertly, Isabel immediately placed her right hand on her waist and gripped the outdoor knife tightly. When she saw the appearance of the visitor, she smiled and shook her head.

How could Euphemia know that Isabel had developed murderous intent a few seconds ago, a murderous intent to protect her personal safety to the greatest extent. When she walked up to the other party, Isabel let go of her right hand holding the folding knife without her noticing.

Isabel patted the bed on her left side and said, "Effie, come and sit." ”

Euphemia sat down gracefully in the form of a lady, and placed the oil lamp in her hand on the ground. He turned around and smiled and said, "Isabel, why haven't you rested yet?" ”

"Because Jazz and I talked a lot, a lot. Oh, I almost forgot, Sir is your father. ”

"Isabel, you're so funny."