As Isabel walked out of Baron Walton's study, she saw two valets waiting in the hallway. Smiled softly and came to the maid Dorothy. Dorothy didn't dare to look at her more, and quickly tightened her jaw, staring at a pair of high riding boots on the other party's feet. At this time, I only heard the other party say, "Dorothy, raise your head." ”

"Yes, miss." When Dorothy looked up, she noticed that the other person was smiling all the time, "Dorothy, can you guarantee that the weird thing you told me a few weeks ago is the truth?" ”

"Yes, miss, I saw the female hired woman when she was infected with the plague."

"Well, you also saw the female hired man survive?"

"Yes, miss."

Isabel could tell from the look and look in the other party's eyes that she was not lying. If she is still lying at this time, it only proves that she is a high-level spy of the FSB (Russian Federal Security Service) or MI6 (British Army Intelligence Service VI) with special training, and perhaps a double agent.

Nodding his head, he glanced at the maid Anne to the side, and then glanced at Dorothy, "You are my personal maid, and you are worthy of my trust." So, when the pastor comes, I need you to swear solemnly in front of my father and the pastor, can you do it? ”

"Swear...?" The two maids present cried out almost in unison. Anne hurriedly looked at her with concerned eyes and asked, "Miss, why do you need Dorothy to swear to the Lord and the Priest?" ”

"Wait." Isabel said in passing, turning her head to look at one of the valets standing in the hallway on the right, "Go tell Pastor Roger Eslip that my father needs to see him in the hall on business." ”

As the valets quickly left, Isabel called the two maids in the direction of the hall. As he walked, he answered Anne's question, "Anne, the reason why Dorothy swore was to prove the fact that she saw the milkmaid suffering from the plague, understand?" ”

The two maids, who were only about half a step away from Isabel, glanced at each other, and Dorothy suddenly raised her head to look at her, "Miss, do you agree with your idea?" ”

Isabel glanced back at her and smiled, "I guess so." However, this requires you to swear an oath to the pastor. ”

"I agree to swear, miss. I can swear to God or to anyone else what happened to the milkmaid, it is absolutely true. ”

"Don't worry, Dorothy, all you have to do is take the oath with the priest."

The three of them whispered happily as they approached the outside of the hall when a valet hurried over to Isabel. However, this manservant was not the one who had gone to find the priest just now, but the manservant who was on duty near the gate of the manor. The manservant stopped when he was two paces away from Isabel, saluted, and whispered, "Miss, a clerk in your lord's realm named Richard Tyxton asks if he can meet with you. ”

Isabel stopped and looked at the manservant suspiciously, "The official register holds the farmer...?" Did he say he needed to see me for something? ”

"No, miss."

"Okay, let him come to the hall, I'll meet him here."

After the manservant left, Isabel entered the hall with two maids. In a short time, the manservant guarding the gate led a middle-aged man dressed in woolen wool and a simple style dyed in dark black that only the rich could afford. As soon as the manservant stopped in front of him, he saluted Isabelle, who was sitting on a bench on the left side of the throne, "Miss, Richard Tyxton, the clerk is here. ”

"Well, you go down." Isabel sat on a bench with a glass of wine, tilting her head slightly to the left, looking at the farmer in front of her, who was working and living in her father's domain.

Ever since Richard entered the Lord's Gothic manor house, he had not dared to look around at will, nor did he dare to deliberately listen to the words of others, until this time he still focused his eyes on the heels of the manservant in front of him. At this time, he suddenly noticed that the manservant had turned away from him. When he wanted to look up to look for the departing manservant, he thought that he was already in the lord's hall, and a sense of respect and fear for the lord crept over him.

Richard only felt tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, nervously thinking about how to say the first words to the lord's daughter. Suddenly, he heard a low, mellow female voice in his ears, "Richard Tyxton, now you can look up." ”

"Yes, miss." When Richard looked up suddenly, there was a haze in front of him. Hurriedly raised his arm and wiped his eyes, and then looked closely at the other party who was two or three steps away from him, and his mouth became a little stammered, "Good day, good day, miss." I... I'm a lord's... Sutton Haugreve Village's... The public register holds the farmer, my... The name is Richard... Richard Tyxton. ”

At the moment, Isabelle's heart is very anxious, she needs to quickly deal with Richard's request to take care of the rest of the business. After blinking a few times, he said as he tapped the armrest rhythmically with the fingers of his left hand, "Richard, now I'm going to have someone bring you a glass of ale, can you stop talking like a mouthful after you've finished drinking?" ”

Richard looked at her a little blankly, and quickly nodded, "Yes, Miss." ”

Isabel shook her head, staring at Richard as she summoned the maid behind her, "Annie, go pour a glass of ale for the clerk." ”

"Yes, yes, miss." Anne replied with a clear smile.

Soon, Anne came back from the opposite cupboard in the hall with a glass of ale. When he came to Richard's side, he forced a smile that was almost uncontrollable and whispered, "This is the wine that Miss gave you." ”

After Richard had said a great deal of gratitude to Isabel, he took the glass with both hands and tilted his neck, and with a few grunts in his throat, a large glass of ale poured into his stomach. After drinking, he wiped his mouth, and returned the glass to Anne with a smile. Then, looking at the lord's daughter in high spirits, "Miss, whatever you want to ask me, I can answer your inquiry quickly. ”

"Poof", Isabel couldn't help laughing, and shook her head again, "Richard, today is your business to see me, have you forgotten?" ”

Richard stared at the idiot in his eyes, and even the steady maid Dorothy couldn't help but snicker.