Marcus sat in the dungeon, except for a hole above his head that was not the size of a fist, there was basically no natural light, there was some moldy straw on the ground, the rats here were not afraid of people at all, and when the jailer put a bowl of gooey oatmeal in it, Marcus had to fight the rats before he could eat it.

However, although the life here is difficult, it is not useless for Marcus, the prisoners who were once held in this dungeon, their bodies have not all been cleaned out, some have been forgotten in this dungeon, the corpses gradually decay and turn into white bones, ordinary people will definitely faint in fear in the face of these white bones, but Marcus is like a treasure.

"This is an adult male in his thirties, with some bones in his shoulder deformed, and he is supposed to be a farmer in front of him." Marcus said as he sat in front of a pile of bones, rubbing his hands over them.

"Squeak." At this time, there was a sound of the dungeon door opening, and fresh air poured into the dungeon, Marcus raised his head and breathed greedily, but he did not turn around, and the leg bone in his hand fascinated him even more.

"Marcus." Mavis's voice came from behind him, Marcus didn't look back, he knew that Mavis was a witch, he didn't have any prejudice against witches, on the contrary, he had learned a lot from witches.

"Mavis, why are you here again, it will be bad if someone finds out, you should leave quickly!" Mavis doesn't tell him that the castle has been conquered by Bruce, and that she is one of Bruce's men.

"Mr. Marcus, what are you studying?" Suddenly, a strange man's voice rang out, much to Marcus's surprise, and he glanced back, but the torch in the other's hand barely kept him open.

"Who is it?" Marcus asked in a hoarse voice, there was hardly anything to drink in the dungeon except for rain and sewage on the ground, and sometimes Marcus was forced to drink his own urine.

"I'm a friend of Mavis, and I want to ask why you stole those bodies?" Bruce held the torch as he watched the dungeon in rags, with his hair and beard stirred together and covered in lice and hay.

"Are you an inquisitor?" Marcus asked Bruce with his hand in front of him.

"You answer my question first!" Bruce nodded to Marcus.

"Stealing corpses, corpses don't belong to anyone, there is no question of stealing or not stealing, I wasn't caught for stealing." Marcus stood up, threw the leg bone in his hand to the ground, and when he walked to the iron fence, he grabbed the iron fence with his black and dirty hands.

"You don't look like a person who would do such a perverted thing!" When Marcus turned around, Bruce saw that although he was dirty, he had clear blue eyes, a high nose, and square lips.

"I'm an artist." Marcus smiled and said to Bruce.

"Artists?" Bruce grinned, remembering the jokes of his own time.

"Actually, I'm a painter." Marcus's eyes gradually adjusted to the light, and he also looked at Bruce in front of him, it seemed that this was a young nobleman, could it be the young master of a certain aristocratic family, who wanted to hunt for curiosity and see the scenery in the dungeon.

"Painter?" Bruce laughed again, it's rare for a painter to be locked up in a dungeon for stealing corpses.

"That's right, you know how many bones a person has, how the muscles are connected, and if you can't understand that, you can't draw a good human body." Marcus told Bruce that he was determined to sow the seeds of art in the heart of this young aristocratic young master who had come to hunt for curiosity.

"Oh, so you stole those corpses to study the human body?" Bruce thought for a moment, as if he remembered that in the Renaissance era, many famous painters studied the secrets of the human body by dissecting corpses, which gave birth to scientific disciplines such as internal medicine.

"That's right, you actually understand the human body, it seems that you are not an ordinary noble young master." Marcus's eyes lit up as he listened to Bruce's terminology, which he hadn't understood for a long time since he left the southern city-state.

"So you already know about the circulatory system?" Bruce couldn't help but ask him.

"What, you, what did you say about blood circulation?" Marcus was stunned when he heard Bruce's words, which involved the most inquisitive field of knowledge he had ever explored, and after stealing countless corpses, he still hadn't found the answer to the most mysterious one.

Bruce smiled, handed the torch to Mavis, and turned to leave the damp, smelly dungeon.

"Mavis, Mavis, who is he, who is he?" Marcus seemed to be insane, and he reached out between the railings and shouted desperately at Mavis.

"He's, he's Bruce. Baron Locke, who had just conquered the castle, is now the new owner of the castle. Mavis winked mischievously and said to Marcus.

After Bruce left the dungeon, he ordered the jailers to release Marcus and have Mavis arrange for the servants to wash him before bringing him to him.

"I didn't expect you to be interested in him." Mavis said amusefully when she saw Bruce.

"An artist is also very important for territory, and I should thank you for helping me tap into this talent." Bruce's bedroom, which was indeed much larger than the Lord's House in Glinton, with the green trees climbing along the walls beside the stone windows, the large bed and sturdy furniture, and the velvet red curtains made the Lord's bedroom much more luxurious.

"Do I have any reward?" Mavis twisted her waist and walked over to Bruce's side, stretching out her slender hand to Bruce's shoulder, the fragrance of her body burrowing into Bruce's nose.

"What do you want?" Bruce hurriedly took a step back, it was no good to be entangled with this swamp witch.

"I haven't thought of it yet, but you can replace it with a kiss." Mavis blinked, smiled and pursed her blushing little mouth as she said to Bruce.

"Tsk, I want to live a few more years." Bruce pushed Mavis away, the swamp witch's kiss was not something anyone could afford to bear, and his brother died under Mavis's kiss.

"Coward, it's a big deal to kiss Monica." Seeing Bruce's saintly look, Mavis sneered and said to him.