I don't know when it began, Isabel's horizons have quietly become higher. Presumably accustomed to the castles of the Earls and Dukes, she seemed to have some disdain for a small castle of sandstone and grey slate that Sir William Ingleby had inherited from his great-grandfather.

In the center is a two-story structure with a three-story corner tower on each side. Consisting of more than a dozen three-story corner towers and two-story walls for defense, Ripley's Castle covers an area only half the size of Richmond Castle, and is indeed very small among the many castles in the northern counties. In Isabel's words, it's a lovely castle, and even the walls are so lovely at only 9 feet (about 2.74 meters) high.

Of course, there is not much benefit or harm in getting acquainted with such an insignificant knight. At least his family had a small castle, a Ripley lake, a large tract of land, and other aspects such as marriage were unlikely.

If you had met the future Marquess I of Northampton before meeting him, Sir William Ingleby, the only son, would have had a good family. If you marry him, you will have the status and title of Sir Lady, and spend her life in obscurity as a little lord's wife in that small village of Ripley.

However, this kind of life is too boring, without the slightest sense of adventure and excitement. The patriarch of the family for four generations is still a knight to this day, with no official position, not much money, and no large estate. It is better not to marry such an insignificant knight than to marry him.

So when Sir William Ingleby offered her to be unmarried, Isabel made a very good excuse: her family could not afford the £800 dowry. In this era when the amount of dowry is very important, even if she wants to marry, she can't get married. However, William loved her very much, and liked her father's position even more, so he voluntarily lowered the dowry to 780 pounds.

Isabel refuted him with facts, "Sir, you have told me that your great-grandmother, the heiress, Eddieline, used Ripley's castle and estate as a dowry, and your great-grandfather was willing to marry his great-grandmother, who was 18 years younger than him. ”

William was even less confident when confronted with his family's history, "Uh, yes. ”

"Sir, this is what happened in the 14th century. Now, it's the 16th century, how much dowry do you think I should give to marry you, who is more than 200 years younger than your great-grandmother? ”

"Isabel, I... I do not know. ”

Behind you is the small and lovely Ripley Castle, and in front of you is the calm and calm Lake Ripley, which looks like a giant mirror. Isabel glanced sideways at him as she stood on the edge of the lake admiring the idyllic scenery on the other side of the lake, "Sir, when you first met me at Your Highness's ball, I think you must have regarded me as a heretic, didn't you?" ”

Sir William raised his pensive head and looked at her as he walked to the lake, "Isabel, you are right. If you weren't Sir Augustine's daughter, I think I'd definitely take you for a witch. ”

Then, without waiting for the other party to speak, he quickly apologized, "Please forgive me, I used the word 'witch'." ”

Isabel didn't mind at all, instead giggled, "Even if I'm a witch, can you meet me at the ball at the Duke's Palace in Richmond?" Could it be that the nobles, noble ladies and ladies other than you are not wise upper-class people? ”

Some simple knights didn't even hear the other party's sarcasm, shook their heads lightly and smiled, "Yes, maybe country life has blinded my eyes and ears." ”

Hearing what the other party said, Isabel thought that the other party was marrying her for a purpose. After thinking to herself, she decided to say everything she wanted to say, "Sir, do you think that the position of magistrate of the county is very tempting to you?" Well, or any kind of official position in the service of His Majesty the King. ”

Jazz turned his head to look at her in some surprise, and only nodded slightly after a moment, "That's right. Since my great-grandfather, he has always been a knight living in the countryside. I wanted to change some facts, but I ......"

"Your honesty proves that you are a knight." Isabel glanced at the low wall on the left, "Although my father was a magistrate serving His Majesty the King, I believe that one day you too will become one." ”

"Me, is that okay? I... Can't believe it's true. ”

"As long as you are willing to get out of Ripley Castle, it will be a fact. Did you know that it's so peaceful and perfect for... Children and the elderly lived. ”

"Isabel, is this what the priest taught you?"

Isabel shook her head and pointed to the wall that stretched southwest to the southwest, "Sir, you see, your wall is not something that only your tenants and servants dare not climb. And I can do it, can you believe it? ”

William Ingle's eyes widened wider than Sir Engle's, and he refused to believe his words. He blinked his eyes and looked at the city wall for a long time before he said a word, "Isabel, that's why you don't like to wear skirts?" ”

"No, there are many benefits to not wearing a skirt." After Isabel finished speaking, she walked towards the wall on the left.

The rectangular walls of the castle of Ripley were surrounded by short walls in the shape of concave and convex, known as battlements. Although there is no shooting hole for opening the bow and arrows, it is also convenient for the combatants to look out for the enemy situation and cover themselves when shooting the enemy. At the corners of the four city walls, there are three-story square corner towers, and the top of the corner towers is also surrounded by battlements.

Sir William didn't know what she wanted to do, but quietly followed her towards the wall. When the two came to a place about ten paces away from the city wall, he saw the other stop and say, "Isabel, what do you want to do?" ”

Isabel looked at him with a smile as she reached out and took off the sword at her waist and handed it to him, "Sir, hold the sword for me." ”

When Sir took the beautifully crafted handguard sword, he caressed the weapon from the hands of the Italian craftsmen of the royal workshop, "Isabel, this is the sword that Lord Surrey gave you?" ”

Seeing that he had been admiring the saber, Isabel hurriedly said aloud, "Sir, look at it." ”

"What?" Just as Sir looked up at her, he saw her figure flash and run quickly towards the wall.

As she accelerated to the base of the wall, Isabel leaped into the air, grabbed a gap between the two stacks with both hands, and then kicked her feet on the wall, and climbed the wall with both hands. Standing on the city wall, with one foot on the battlement, smiling smugly at him as his hands patted the dust.