Isabel Walton, who was born in a former Indian settlement, later became a British colony, and was finally founded in the Revolutionary War, is definitely a country girl with a lot of personality in the town where she lived and lived with her mother. Even if you put her in Dallas, a little more than an hour's drive from town, she is one of the tiniest group of maverick white girls.

To this day, her mother still works as a bartender at that popular bar in town. It was also because of her profession that her mother had her after a night of love with a biker on a hot summer night 21 years ago.

Having a single-parent family with no background and no father has made her make all kinds of plans for her survival since she was 6 years old. When she made it to high school on her own, a question popped into her mind: "What does the sea look like?" Ever since I was sensible, I don't think I'd ever seen the sea. ”

Under the influence of a whim, she came up with a way to see the sea for free: to join the US Navy. However, there is a prerequisite for joining the Navy: if you want to be admitted to the U.S. Naval Academy, you must first get a recommendation.

So, for this recommendation, she first joined the local Youth Reserve Officer Training Corps, and after getting a letter of recommendation from the major instructor, she finally got her wish to enter the military academy in Annapolis.

It should be said that Isabel is a purely confident, optimistic, and goal-oriented American country girl. Anyone who is honest, trustworthy, and kind will always like her. But her straightforward and frank way of thinking and communication mode are a bit different in front of Augustine, an Englishman who speaks insincerely, making people foggy.

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Sir Augustine Walton shook his head helplessly when he heard Isabel's words. He really couldn't understand how a young woman from a small and inconspicuous principality on the European continent could have such a strong self-confidence.

Perhaps, in her eyes, Lord Henry Fitzroy was the highest noble title she had received by virtue of her status as the illegitimate son of His Majesty. Isn't it a thing to boast about and proud to be favored by His Majesty?

In Jazz's mind, if a person wants to succeed, he must be determined by natural factors such as family and parental background, education, and genetics. Without these factors, it would have been impossible for him to enter the upper class of England and deal with the aristocracy, or even the royal family.

It seems that this "gift" that God gave him before Christmas is indeed something different. Perhaps, this is what God means? In other words, God has given himself a completely different "daughter" than before.

As Sir rode his horse and pondered, he saw his territory from afar. Pointing to the land in front of him, he said to Isabel beside him, "Son, do you see?" That land is the fief granted to me by His Highness. ”

Perhaps because she had been away from home for so long, Isabel quickly stood up on her horse, looked out at the vast countryside in front of her, and exclaimed, "Wow, this is amazing." Sir, am I free to ride a horse in your realm? ”

At this time, Isabel in Augustine's eyes seemed to have changed back to the appearance of his daughter Rosalind. On more than one occasion before his daughter's death, he and her daughter rode horses to the territory happily patrolling, playing or talking.

Whenever the father and daughter did this kind of outdoor activity, the daughter always happily said to him, "Dad, do you know what I like to do most every day?" It is to gallop freely in the territory granted to us by His Highness. ”

Smiling, Isabel nodded and said, "Yes." Be careful not to fall off your horse and never let your horse step on a rat's burrow. ”

"Understood." As soon as Isabel finished speaking, she rode out like an arrow.

Sir rode his horse and trotted along the dirt road leading to the realm. As he got closer and closer to the villages in his territory, he heard the barking of dogs and the neighing of cattle. And the wisps of cooking smoke wafting from the roofs of farmhouses of various sizes gave him an indescribable sense of pride.

At this time, Isabel rode excitedly back to the knight's side, observed the village with novelty, sniffed the smoke of the cooking, and said, "What a fragrance! Sir, I smell a smell of dinner. ”

Augustine smiled and said, "Want to have dinner? Want another glass of ale? ”

"yes, it's even better if it's a red wine."

"Well, then there's one more job you need to get done before dinner starts."

"Well, what work?"

"Lead my two horses to the stables. You'll only be able to enjoy today's dinner when you're done unsaddlering, brushing, caring for and feeding them, you know? ”

"Wouldn't it? Sir, I haven't eaten dinner yet. ”

"Isabel, don't you want to know where to train? Here it is. ”

"God, start now?"

"Yes. If you don't know where the stables are, my butler will take you there. ”

Soon the two rode to the center of the village, where they stopped at the door of several Gothic houses with gray-and-white stone facades. A middle-aged servant standing in front of the residence trotted forward, bowed deeply to Augustine, who was sitting on a horse, and then raised himself and said, "Lord, you are back!" ”

Augustine was still sitting on the horse's back, nodded slightly, and said, "Hmm." ”

When Jazz turned over and dismounted, Isabel also quickly jumped off the horse. Augustine looked at the servant, then turned to her, "Isabel, I trust that you will do the job I have given me perfectly, unless you are still willing to be crucified." ”

Isabel glanced at the servant standing not far from the two of them, and said with a smile, "How could it be! ”

"That's good. Bruce, this is Isabel Walton, my knightly squire. You take her to my stables and familiarize her with the work of the stables. Augustine turned to the middle-aged servant and walked towards the residence.

Butler Bruce Harder waited for his lord to leave, then straightened up and walked in front of Isabel. He was stunned when he saw Isabel with her distinctly feminine features, and he didn't know whether to address her as "Miss" or "Squire".

Isabel looked at the butler with a troubled look, pouted and smiled, and said, "Sir, I know what you want to say. Actually, I also think it's weird. ”

"Miss Walton, are you the lord's knightly squire?"

"Of course. Sir, are you wondering why a woman can be a knight's squire? ”