Augustine Walton, who has the bearing of nobility and the virtues of a Christian believer, looks at Henry with those piercing eyes, and then slightly retracts his chin and says in a powerful tone: "No, Your Highness, there is nothing to bother the knight who is absolutely loyal to you. ”

Henry wrapped the fur around his clothes a little tighter, paced up to the captain of his guard, looked left and right, and whispered, "Sir, your look betrays you." Tell me, are you in love with this beautiful and evil witch? ”

Augustine looked into Henry's eyes again, lowered his head slightly and said, "Your Highness, I ......"

"Hmm...... I know. Henry said this deliberately, raising his proud head to inspect all the male and female servants in the courtyard.

Then, when his gaze fell on the face of Arthur, the butler, he said in a holy, majestic and inviolable voice: "Arthur, crucify this witch and let her die a slow and painful death in the merciless spitting of the people." ”

Arthur blinked, he couldn't believe the lord's words. For before Augustine and Isabel returned to the castle, he had privately stated some of his thoughts to Henry. At the time, Henry agreed with his idea. His idea was to replace Doris, a maid who had died of the plague, with Isabel, a wandering "peasant" who had died of the plague.

The lord's words were unquestionable, and he immediately nodded heavily and promised, "Yes, Your Highness." ”

In the same way, Isabel did not expect that after surrendering to the lord of Augustine, she would end up with such a life-or-death ending. At that moment, she felt like a slave rebel soldier of Spartacus the Thracian, captured by the Romans and crucified all the way from Rome to Capuia.

When Arthur summoned two able-bodied male servants, one on the left and one on the right, to carry her to the execution of the penalty, she yelled angrily at the captain of the guard not far away, "Augustine, you bastard! Why should I trust you? Why are you using your fucking chivalry to trick me! Your soul should have gone to fucking hell a long time ago!! ”

Augustine looked up in surprise and looked at Henry. He knew that every word of Henry was law within Nottingham Castle and its domains, and that no one could refute or refuse to enforce it. Even in all the kingdom of England, only His Majesty, the King who was on the highest, might change his mind.

Isabel's heart-rending roar filled Augustine's eyes with tears of remorse. He regretted that he had not been able to treat his dying daughter in time; He hated himself for not having the courage to protect the "daughter" that God had sent back to him.

Henry Fitzroy silently looked at Isabel as she was dragged away, and then quietly glanced at the captain of the guard standing on his left. From the look on his face and the look in his eyes, it was clear that he seemed to be anxiously waiting for something.

Augustine gritted his gums, closed his lips tightly, and closed his eyes in pain. Eventually, he could no longer bear the incomprehensible pain of losing his "daughter" for the second time, and immediately knelt down on one leg before His Royal Highness the Duke Lord.

He buried his head deeply and said in a pious voice, "Your Highness, please wait. ”

Henry let out a long breath, shook his head, and said to the butler who was standing not far away, "Arthur, let them come back." ”

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In a noble household, there were only three kinds of govers who could have the honor of dining at the same table as their master: the governess, the governess, and the young female escort of the old lady.

At this time, Henry was a young man, and he did not need a governess, because he was not married, and naturally there were no biological children who needed to be cared for and taught by a governess on a daily basis.

Henry, Duke of Richmond, Lord of Nottingham Castle and his servants, lord of the realm, never heard him mention who his parents were, and where he now lived in the Kingdom of England. Of course, no one would dare to ask such a question except for the governess Abraham Grant, who could ask carefully on the side. Therefore, there are no old and lonely noblewomen in the castle who need to be accompanied by young girls.

So, when Alabraham Grant, the only one in Nottingham Castle who was entitled to sit down with the lord, after sharing lunch with young Henry, he carefully raised the question he had just asked.

"Your Highness, based on what I observed with you just now, you seem to be interested in that strange witch?" Abraham said as he held a glass of cider brought by a servant.

Henry leaned back in his chair and traced his left index finger over the rim of the metal glass. Gazing at the glass of fresh and clear malt made from barley malt, he said, "There is some interest, but I will not know until the afternoon interrogation whether she can give me a sense of freshness." ”

"Freshness?"

"Yes, Mr. Grant. I once said that no matter whether the society out there is wonderful or dark, I will come into contact with it one day. And the people who make up this society are always in a state of change. This change is probably like... Like the sweet cherries we eat, it reaches the stomach quickly. If the cherry is sour and hard, then its effect on the human body will do more harm than good. ”

"Your Highness, your analogy is truly apt. So, can I take your view to mean that you don't fully agree with the term 'witch'? ”

"Mr. Grant, in fact, the word witch mainly comes from the witches of ancient Greek mythology, Sercy and Medea. But that's just a myth, and it's a little too far away from our lives. ”

Henry took a sip of the ale from his glass, tilted his head in satisfaction, and said to himself, "Yes, no wonder my father only likes to drink the ale that the kingdom produces and brews himself." Well, it can not only cause an increase in the body's hydration, but also make the person stronger. ”

Abraham sat at Henry's head and heard his words clearly, but he still didn't dare to ask Henry questions about his father. I had to change the subject and say, "Your Highness, what did you want to say just now." ”

Henry came to his senses of his father, looked at his governess, and said, "Oh, I wonder if the woman who killed my janitor is a Burgundian from the countries of the Continent." ”

Abraham smiled and said, "Your Highness, if you want to know if she is a Burgundian, go and interrogate her." ”