"What, you don't want to go back yet?" Isabel watched her as she untied her belt with two daggers and hung it in the cupboard.

"You mean back to Darlington Castle? No, it makes me feel bored and depressed there. Caroline leaned back on the armrest of the high-back seat and looked at her with her left cheek propped up.

Isabel Walton walked over to the gothic stand table and sat down, resting her legs on the long, narrow rectangular table. Caroline looked at her strange posture and smiled, "Isabel, wouldn't it be more comfortable to sit like this?" ”

"Well, doing this allows blood to flow back to the heart, reducing pressure on the legs and relieving fatigue in the legs."

"Who told you this? The Duke's military doctor or priest. ”

"Nobody, I invented it myself. Because I have a long standing time every day, I am always thinking about ways to rest better. ”

"Well, you're a good thinker."

"Well, since you don't want to go back, then I'll have someone go and inform Your Highness and invite you to lunch?" Isabel said as she leaned back in her high-back seat with her eyes closed.

Caroline stood up and walked to the side of the stand table, leaned against the edge of the table, looked at the window near the top of the room, and said, "How is the Duke?" I mean, when you tell him that somebody wants to assassinate him. ”

Isabel still closed her eyes and said slowly, "Don't worry, I've taken care of it." ”

"So, what about the young man you met outside the castle today?"

"I know. Carrie, can you give me a break? I think I was particularly unlucky today. ”

"You mean that you and Sir killed 8 mercenaries early this morning?"

"Well, there's a lot more."

Caroline pushed her leg down and said with some seriousness, "Don't you want to tell me?" Or do you think that I also have the blood of the Percy family in me and am ready to make me your enemy? ”

Isabel opened her eyes and looked at her thoughtfully, "The Parcy family is not a real enemy, so you can only be regarded as my enemy in the dueling arena. By the way, does Francis know you're coming to Nottingham Castle today? ”

"I guess he doesn't know." Caroline walked over to the large cabinet behind Isabel and opened the door to examine the books and small items inside.

"Don't you want to go see him? Regardless, he is also a member of the Darlington family, even though he is only the second son. Isabel stood up when she felt that she was almost rested.

"Okay. Before I go, though, I want to see what you do with that young man from Lancashire. ”

"What to do? Do you want to witness me kill him with one sword, or the whole thing he does with one sword? ”

"As soon as I looked at the boy's dress, I knew that he was a descendant of a farmer. If you said you would kill him with a sword, I would believe him. I'm just curious what happened to you in Lancashire. ”

Isabel tapped her lightly on the shoulder: "It's nothing. Let's go, let's go have lunch. ”

When Caroline turned around, she caught up with Isabel who walked to the door: "Lunch with the Duke?" ”

"That's right, you're Lord Darlington's eldest daughter, and you're here today to meet Your Highness."

"Sometimes, I wish I wasn't the eldest daughter of a viscount. Isabel, in fact, many times I envy your life. ”

That's often the way it is, and Carolyn Swift's inadvertent words of emotion will actually become her way of life for the rest of her life. Perhaps, only then will she deeply appreciate how happy and carefree it is to be a woman in an aristocratic family.

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Lunch was not yet over, and the sun, which appeared at this time of the day, had already covered every cultivated field, every house, and every nook and cranny of the whole of Richmond County with its enormous heat. This means that as we enter July, there will be more hours of daylight per day than in the previous month.

Depressed and restless, Anthony Tuttle sits in a stone room, nervously and anxiously awaiting his "father-killer" as he feels the sunlight shining through the only window.

Before he arrived, his uncle Bill had told him that a young woman from the Duke's Court of Richmond, known as Miss Isabel, had killed her father in a duel of honor. He had heard of it in the past from his uncle, some gentlemen, and Yoman, and he knew some of the rules in general.

To his surprise, the young woman, known as Miss Isabel, fought three duels with her father. It wasn't until the last duel that she killed her father. Why did she have three duels with her father? Did her father talk to her about anything before the duel? Why did my father decide to duel three times?

With questions in his mind, he was in no mood to touch the oatmeal bread and water on the table. If he could, he would rather take the bread with him and eat it on the way home. You know, it took him a whole day to walk all the way from Commons Town, Lancashire, to Nottingham Castle. Perhaps, he did not think about such a problem, and his uncle, who was Yoman, did not lend him a horse for his journey, but let him walk to Richmondshire on two legs.

While he was still thinking, he heard the voices of some women outside the closed door. Turning his gaze to the open door, he was surprised to see his father's killer and another young woman he had seen in the morning. Without waiting for the two women to approach, he involuntarily stood up, bowed to the two women, and said, "Good afternoon, two young ladies." ”

At this time, he heard the young woman he did not know say, "Isabel, the light is too dim here, call him outside and feel the sunshine by the way." ”

The father-killer nodded at her. Immediately, he turned his gaze to him and said, "Anthony Tuttle, let's go, let's go outside and soak up the sun." ”

"Sunburning?" Anthony muttered to himself, bowing his head slightly and following the two young women out of the room.

As lunch was not over, there was not a single knight or sergeant in armor and weapons near the campus. On the empty school field, there were only three people: Anthony, Isabel and Caroline. The young man of the country, who had never seen a noble castle, still stood obediently in the corner of the wall in the shade in what he thought was desirable, as he had been when he had entered.

Standing in the sun, Isabel and Caroline felt comfortable with the sunlight on their bodies, neither hot nor cold, and from time to time a cool breeze blew through their bodies. Isabel glanced at the village youth standing in the backlight, and said gently, "Anthony Tuttle, are you afraid of the sun?" Why stand where the sun can't shine on you?