Gentleman Beard Smith stroked his beard lightly as he listened to Isabel speak. When he heard the other party say the exact amount of money, he jerked his beard and heard an "ouch" sound from the armory. Baron Walton's daughter looked at the gentleman who had hurt her with a smile behind her back, and paced to a full-body plate armor "knight" placed on the west side of the armory.

Turning gracefully to look at the gentleman again, he smiled softly and said, "Old Beard, are you still satisfied with the return on this investment?" If you're not satisfied, you can let me know now. ”

The gentleman rubbed his ached jaw, and hurriedly stepped forward to look at the other party, with a smile on his face as if he had seen God, "Miss, I am very satisfied. This cash box contains 12,400 pounds?? ”

"That's right, gentleman, you can open the cash box and check the number."

Beard nodded and smiled and hesitated, but finally decided to see for himself what such a huge sum of money looked like. Squatting in front of the treasure chest, gently peel off the fire paint seal attached to the lock. With a subtle "squeak... Chirping... The sound of squeaking sounded, and Beard's eyes widened as he slowly opened the lid of the treasure chest, and the silver light emitted by the countless coins full of the chest with the portrait of Henry VIII shone on his face in an instant......

Isabel glanced at the motionless gentleman, turned to look closely at the plate armor "knight" beside her, raised her arm, and stretched out her index finger to gently caress the streaks etched on the edge of the breastplate. "I'm sorry, miss." At this moment, a gentleman's voice came from behind him.

"Old Beard, isn't the amount of money wrong?" Isabel lowered her arms and turned to look at Beard, who had already stood up.

"No, miss." Beard paused, trying to control his irrepressible excitement, and raised his eyelids again to look at the other party, "Miss, can you exchange 400 pounds for 12,000 pounds of investment income?" Even God would not believe that there could be such a lucrative business in this secular world.

Isabel's mouth turned slightly to the left, and she walked to the cabinet west of the armory. He took out a half-sword with almost perfect workmanship from the cupboard and admired it leisurely, and gently spat out a sentence from his mouth, "Gentleman, when you were still puzzled about the income of 12,000 pounds in the north, the Portuguese and Spaniards had already earned dozens or hundreds of times more money than this in the islands of the Caribbean and the territories of the Americas. ”

"My God, how did the Portuguese and the Spaniards make so much money?"

"Plantations were established, gold and silver minerals were mined, and large quantities of sugar, gold and silver were shipped back to the country in whole ships. This is how old Beard, Portuguese and Spaniards spend their days overseas. Isabel grasped the half-sword in her hands with both hands and danced lightly in mid-air.

Beard was amazed, and thought of a question that was inseparable from production, "Miss, I don't understand a little. The Portuguese and Spaniards ran plantations overseas, where did the manpower needed to mine come from? ”

"Aborigines and black slaves. When the natives were killed, the black slaves were their manpower. ”

"Negroes? Miss, this is... What kind of person is this? There are still black people in this secular world, black people, right? ”

Isabel chuckled as she raised her hands in front of her chest with the tips of her half-sword pointed upwards, "Old Beard, I suggest you take this money and sail overseas once, and you will find that white people are not the only kind of people in this secular world." ”

"Overseas voyages...? Sounds good. The gentleman laughed as he stroked his beard, then shook his head again, "Let my eldest son go, I'm afraid my body is not suitable for sea navigation." ”

"Bah... Bang... There was a soft knock on the door, and Isabel didn't move, just looked at the armory room, "Come in." ”

The personal maid Anne gently pushed the door in, ignoring the half-sword in her hand and the gentleman beside her, and the treasure chest on the ground, and just saluted and said, "Miss, the dinner is ready, and the lord and the lady let you and the gentleman go to the restaurant for the dinner." ”

"Well, I'll go with the gentleman."

After the maid left the armory, Isabel put the half-sword back in the cupboard and looked at the gentleman with a smile, "Old Beard, I have returned the money to you, you must take care of it." ”

"Well, miss, I will."

Afterwards, Isabel took the maid to the small dining room next to the hall, and after saluting the two noble couples present, she sat down in her own seat. Baron Walton, who was sitting at the top of the table, looked at her calmly and said slowly, "My daughter, why hasn't the gentleman come to the dinner yet?" ”

"Father, the gentleman has some urgent business to attend to, and I think he will be here soon." Isabel smiled softly as she looked at her father to the right.

At this time, Baron Skrop, who was sitting diagonally opposite, glanced at the lady beside him, and looked at her with a smile on his face, "Miss Isabel, I just talked to your father about your trip to the south. I'm wondering what Your Highness will do for you to stay in the South for six months? ”

A manservant in the dining room poured Isabel some wine just in time, and she looked at the baron as she held the glass, "Your Excellency, Your Highness's affairs are also the affairs entrusted to her by His Majesty. As an official in His Highness's palace, I should do my best to complete the business that His Majesty has entrusted to His Highness, right? ”

Baron Skrop wanted to take advantage of this visit to Baron Walton to bring him closer to the father and daughter, so that he could enter the sight of the Duke of Richmond, chairman of the Northern Council. Who would have thought that Baron Walton's daughter would be full of official words. For a while, he didn't know how to make the other party let down his vigilance.

The baron's wife, however, did not think so. Baron Scropp's real name is Catherine Clifford, the daughter of the Earl of Cumberland I, a well-known Cumberland family in Yorkshire, and the sister of the current Earl II of Cumberland. Mrs. Scropp, who came from the prestigious and high-status Cumberland family, took it for granted that she could get closer to the daughter of Baron Walton.

Mrs. Scroop, who sat across from Isabel, maintained a reserved lady appearance and smiled at her, "Miss Isabel, you make me feel a sense of amazement. However, serving as an official in His Highness's palace is not what a noble lady should do. ”

At this moment, Beard Smith, a gentleman, hurried into the dining room, apologized to the two aristocratic couples, and sat down in a seat one seat away from Mrs. Scropp.