"—You've been staying in there?" William was surprised at first, and then realized that the whole process of entering the window might have been seen by her, and he couldn't help feeling embarrassed. But he immediately noticed something was wrong and asked again, "Who locked you up - the Crucible?"

The girl in the cabinet was Anne Clark. William opened the locked door and asked her to come out, but he didn't get it. The little girl stared fiercely: "His name is Isaac!"

"Isaac is Isaac," he shrugged indifferently, "Where are others - forget it, locking you in the cabinet must be annoying and wanting you to follow." William mumbled and turned around and wanted to leave, "I can't ask you."

Unexpectedly, this sentence suddenly hit her sad place, and Annie suddenly burst into tears: "I'm not annoying!"

The matter was just three. William was secretly worried in his heart. He decided to carefully and carefully talk to this girl in the future, so as not to provoke her sensitive and fragile nerves.

In order to prevent crying from attracting the adults downstairs, he quickly used other words to divert Anne's energy: "Isaac is leaving! He is leaving Grantham before sunset!"

Anne stopped crying and put down her arm in a daze: "When is it now?"

She knew he was leaving. Judging from the issues Anne was concerned about, she was obviously aware of it.

William pointed to the pendulum clock on the wall: "There is not much time left. What's going on?"

The girl lowered her head and pinched the corner of her skirt, hesitating: "I promised Isaac would not tell her father and others about this."

"I'm not your dad."

"They wanted to take Isaac to London, but Isaac refused. He only promised to do work for them privately." Anne began to twist her skirt with her fingers. "They will come once every two weeks, and Isaac never lets me follow me."

"They," William raised his eyebrows. These people were obviously not Arthur, but seemed to have a secret connection with him. "Did they give the lab formula?"

Anne pouted her mouth and held back her tears and nodded timidly.

"Then these letters?"

William used his eyes to signal the pile of paper on the floor. Seeing Annie's face was confused, he changed his question: "What work do they ask him to do?"

"They want gold. But Isaac said she couldn't make gold out of thin air." Annie hesitated, as if he was hesitating whether to say it. "So they gave him a lot of books and notes and asked him to do it. Later, they made some golden hard bumps, and they were very happy. In fact, Isaac quietly changed the recipe." Her eyes wandered in the pile of letter papers full of chemical deduction formulas. "Isaac said that those things were not gold, but those people wanted to use them to cast them into gold coins."

"Fake money." William said confidently. Uncle once mentioned such tricks in his correspondence with him. Some countries in mainland Europe even publicly allowed such behavior. Unexpectedly, it spread to England so soon.

In this way, Isaac has been participating in illegal activities. William never imagined such a possibility - you should know that illegal coins can cause people to lose their heads!

He frowned, subconsciously telling him that there seemed to be a hidden story: "Why do you want to help them? What else did you give him besides books and notes?"

"No more. Isaac doesn't want me to know this." Anne was a little depressed. "Anyway, since then, he has always been hiding in the room to write letters and never take me to play."

"So, is Isaac going to meet those who asked him to make fake gold?"

"He doesn't want to see them. They are coming to him."

Things were getting worse. William didn't have time to pay attention to the little girl's sadness and continued to ask: "My uncle has come to him. What did they say?"

"I don't know. My aunt always lets me go to bed early."

The wall clock on the wall walked to the hour and made a sound of time.
Chapter completed!