It finally cleared up on the morning of the third day, with dazzling sunshine, white sandy beaches, emerald green coconut trees, and blue skies. This is the most beautiful side of the Caribbean. But obviously everyone in Tutuga Castle is in Little Fork
The Lord was trembling under the fury of thunder and had no intention of appreciating this scenery. The only thing they knew was that the Lord's wife had been missing for three days, and she was probably still suffering on Hope Island at this time, so
Early in the morning, Tutuga Castle sent the fastest three-masted sailboat and sailed directly there.
Naturally, Sheyan continued to practice footwork with Blind Matt this morning. Unfortunately, this morning's hard training failed to improve the basic footwork to the next level. However, his mind was not focused on it at this time. Not yet.
At noon, the three-masted sailing ship that was sent sailed back through the wind and waves, but a black flag was already hoisted on the top of the ship's mast.
This flag is called a mourning flag, which means the death of an important person, but pirates are used to life and death. As for the important people on the ship, it is quite general. It can be said to be the first mate, the captain, or even the boatswain.
It is possible for any member of the crew! Accidents may happen every day at sea. A black flag is so commonplace that almost no one would associate this flag, which symbolizes death and mourning, with the noble Lord and Lady.
However, at this time, Tutuga Castle was filled with an extremely tense atmosphere. Almost all the servants were trembling with fear lest they do anything wrong. Ever since the Lord and Lady failed to return with the ship, Fokker, who had always seemed cold and withdrawn,
The Lord became more cruel and would often vent his anger on his servants. In the past three days, more than ten corpses have been carried out of the castle, and the cause of death was without exception, they were whipped to death. But they were all flogged to death.
It was because of trivial matters such as breaking a plate or cutting the bread too thin that he suffered such a tragic fate. As a result, no one can be seen within a ten-meter radius of Lord Fogg. Even these poor and trembling servants
I need to be close to the Lord to do something I have to do, and I want to leave quickly after finishing it.
After the three-masted sailing ship belonging to Turtuga Castle docked, someone went to notify Lord Fogg, and then a body wrapped in linen was lifted from the ship. On the thick shroud, there were
There were clear signs of being soaked. It was obvious that in the tropical climate of the Caribbean, the corpse had decomposed and leaked fluids. Therefore, the faces of those who carried the corpse were so ugly that they looked as if they would vomit in the next second.
The body was quickly carried into a spacious hall on the third floor of the castle. This is also a very private place for Lord Fokker. Usually, the fate of servants who enter here without permission is quite tragic. The two sailors
They placed the bodies in the center of the hall and hurriedly retreated. Looking at their shriveled facial features, it was obvious that vomit was already boiling in their throats. They only relied on great willpower to persist.
There won't be an eruption on the spot.
It was quiet all around.
It is inexplicably reminiscent of a tomb.
A fly was attracted by the stench of rotting corpses and buzzed in from the window. Its life plan was obviously to have a hearty meal first, then lay hundreds of eggs on this nutritious food, and then go everywhere happily.
For a moment. But when it approached the shroud, its wings that could vibrate more than three hundred times per second suddenly stopped. The rich moisture in the air of Tutuga Port gathered from all directions in an instant, forming a crystal clear
The clear ice froze the fly in the air, and then it fell to the floor with normal gravity acceleration.
This small ice cube is as fragile as a thin glass. It breaks into pieces with a snap. Of course, the fate of the flies frozen in it can also be imagined.
At this time, a hand wearing a black leather glove pushed open the door, and the unshaven little Lord Fokker walked in. He looked down and out. If he weren't wearing an expensive hunting suit, he would look just like Tutuga.
There is no difference between the common homeless people in Hong Kong, but there is a crazy and dangerous light shining in their eyes, which is definitely not a good sign.
"No one has the right to touch her except me." Little Lord Fokke pressed his left hand on his chest and bowed slightly to the place where the fly fell with impeccable aristocratic elegance.
"Not even flies."
Then the Lord knelt down half beside the corpse, stretched out his hand to slowly uncover the linen shroud, and the strong smell of corpse immediately spread. But looking at the appearance of little Lord Fokker, he didn't seem to notice it at all.
At this point, his movements of lifting the shroud were very gentle/gentle, just like a groom lifting the bride's hijab, full of tenderness, until the whole Sally had been soaked by the rain until it was swollen, rotten and deformed.
.Hepburn's body was completely exposed.
"Dear Sally, welcome home." Little Lord Fokke gave the rotten corpse flowing with corpse water a gentle and eager hug, as if she was still sleeping and feared to wake it up. The deep affection in his eyes
As rich as honey. "I want to take you to see your garden. Yesterday, a merchant ship brought the black tulips you have been longing for. For this reason, you owe me a kiss, don't you?"
Little Lord Fokker looked at his wife affectionately in his arms. The swollen face and the pungent smell of nausea seemed to have been filtered out by him. The man hugged the body tightly in his arms, facing the body that had begun to fester, swell, and crack.
The lips dripping with yellow liquid kissed her deeply!
A moment later, everyone in Tutuga Castle heard the painful howl from the third floor! Just listening to the sound gave a heart-wrenching feeling, like a wolf,
A desperate and crazy howl came from the ice and snow! This sound dominated the castle with irresistible force for nearly fifteen minutes, and then it stopped.
Then not long after, the contemporary Lord Fokke, who exuded the pungent stench of corpse, reappeared in front of everyone with a dull expression, as if there was no change in him at all. But it seemed that the sunlight shining on him was gone.
It turned gloomy in an instant. The actual ruler of Tutuga Port issued his first order in three days:
"Go and ask Mr. Bacon, the master alchemist, to come over. I'll satisfy him no matter what price he asks! What's important is that I want to see this man within a quarter of an hour! Go now! Immediately!"
I have to admit that Mr. Bacon, who was satisfied with money, worked very quickly. After only ten minutes, Lord Fokke's request was met. A quarter of an hour later, Mr. Bacon, who seemed to be very old, had been led by Lord Fokke.
Arrive in the dungeon below the castle.
Obviously this place has been cleaned up a long time ago, and the prisoners were escorted out, but there is still an indescribable dark and moist smell in the air. If you have a weak nose, you may have to sneeze several times. Wait until you enter.
After reaching the second floor of the dungeon, bursts of cold air came from the ground beneath his feet, penetrating straight into his lungs, as if even his bone marrow was about to freeze. Mr. Bacon muttered a few words, and then miraculously left the room.
He took out a round long-necked glass bottle from the box he was carrying, drank the light blue liquid in it, and suddenly seemed energetic.
After seeing Bacon's actions, Little Lord Fokke's pupils shrank slightly, but he continued to lead the way. He didn't stop until he entered an extremely spacious basement. The temperature in this basement was extremely low, and in the center of the basement there was
A glistening and wide ice platform, the height of which can just reach the upper body's waist. On the ice platform is placed the female corpse that has been fermented in the wind and rain of the Caribbean for three days. Of course, under the low-temperature ice, it
The smell emitted has reached an acceptable level.
"Uh... although it's rude to say this, I still want to ask if there is anywhere I can help you." Mr. Bacon finally couldn't help but speak after enduring little Lord Fokke staring at the female corpse in a daze for ten minutes.
Little Lord Fokker suddenly turned around, with madness and rage burning in his eyes. Obviously he didn't like his thoughts to be forcibly interrupted in this way. But that emotion just appeared like a dragonfly's water and then quickly disappeared. This native
The master of Tuga Port said in a dry voice:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bacon, I haven't slept well these days and I feel a little irritable. Please help me examine this female corpse and find out the cause of her death. Of course, it would be better if the murderer can be identified. The alchemy consumed for this
I can pay double for the materials.”
Alchemist Bacon frowned subconsciously when he looked at the female corpse, and his wording immediately seemed quite commercial:
"Your Excellency, Old Bacon is just an alchemist. This is not my area of expertise... And this female corpse is so badly decayed... My God, you finally appeared in front of me today.
Is it a miracle?"
I don’t know when, a gray-brown leather bag appeared in the hands of little Lord Fokker, who was as cold as an iceberg. This bag looked no different from an ordinary bag, but its surface shone with a layer of light.
, as if clear water was attached to it! This is a very typical high-level alchemy item, and Bacon's quick thinking that was incompatible with his old appearance immediately identified this leather bag with a legendary high-level item.
After making contact, his lips began to tremble violently: