Naturally, Lucy didn't care about the other party's words, intimidation? Threat? What I've faced and killed with my own hands, you're a little girl.

Lucy stayed in the horse farm for a while, and then took advantage of the fact that the sun had not completely set, and led the Pegasus who was still running wildly on the grass back to the stable, and the Pegasus rubbed his head against Lucy's body reluctantly, and the latter laughed and said, "I am also a majestic man, why am I so hypocritical, I will come to see you next time", and then Lucy greeted the old steward of the horse farm, and drove the Riva yacht back.

Back at the castle, Lucy took a comfortable hot bath, changed into clean and comfortable clothes, and then began to rummage through her backpack to see the photo of the three girls together.

But his backpack was missing.

"What's going on!" Lucy looked around her room carefully, no one had ever entered, but why was her backpack missing? If it's a thief from outside, why don't you steal so many valuable things in the room, why do you steal your backpack with a photo and a red-striped whip?

The first thought on Lucy's mind was to turn to her uncle, Marcus, the true owner of the castle, and she trotted to the door of her uncle's bedroom, located on the third floor, and looked at the light shining under the bedroom door, so that she could make sure that she had not left the castle and was not asleep, or else she would have run away in vain.

"Knock knock", Lucy knocked on the door, and waited quietly.

Marcus, dressed in a long black pajamas, was reading at his desk with a pair of small glasses, and when he heard a knock on the door, he took off his glasses, stood up, walked to the door, opened the door, and saw his niece with an anxious look.

"What happened?" Marcus asked with concern.

"Uncle, the backpack I brought back is missing." Lucy spoke happier than usual, and could be heard to be in a hurry.

Marcus took a deep breath and his words were full of anger, "I come to find out this matter. I dare to steal from my castle. If I catch the thief, I will definitely let him lose his skin! ）！ ”

Marcus went back to his room and rang the guard bell, and the headlights of the whole castle were turned on, as bright as day, and in less than a few minutes, the maids and servants who were already ready to rest all hurriedly got up, rushed to the hall on the first floor of the castle, stood in an orderly manner, and respectfully waited for Marcus's instructions.

Lucy followed her uncle Marcus to the first floor of the castle, and when she saw the neatly standing maids and servants, she sighed in her heart, worthy of the words "well-trained", but she didn't know why the teaching and training in her uncle's castle would be so strict, and she had heard the news from the fragmented exchanges of the maids, those instructors who taught and trained were very cruel, and their tempers were very hot, and a small mistake would be whipped by them, and it was like cultivating soldiers in the requirement of abiding by the rules, and it's the kind of special forces.

"Did any of you take anything from Miss Lucy's room!?" Marcus asked sternly, looking as horrified as if he was about to eat someone.

Everyone in the hall was silent, and even if there was indeed a thief among them, no one would dare to admit it, and everyone knew that if the castle owner Marcus confessed his guilt in a fit of rage, it would be definitely death.

Marcus' eyelids twitched, clearly angry, "Mark, John, out."

As Marcus's words fell, a tall lanky man with long flowing black hair and a well-proportioned man with blonde hair stepped out of the queue of maids, both of whom were Marcus's trusted henchmen.

"You two search each other's rooms to see if they have any extra backpacks hidden in them." Marcus ordered.

Mark and John sprang into action, leaving from the left and right flanks, respectively, to the rooms located beneath the castle.

Marcus stood on the second floor corridor with his hands behind his back, looking down condescendingly at the trembling figures on the first floor of the hall, his eyes were cold, and his cheeks were slightly bulging on both sides.

Lucy was a little troubled, she knew that if that guy was found out, he would definitely be severely punished, and if she asked her uncle for help so recklessly, would it cause the guy who made a mistake on a whim to lose half his life directly?

Lucy wanted to convince her uncle to leave it at that, but when she thought of the photo that meant so much to her and the red-streaked whip that Dr. Q said in her backpack that she had not recovered the tissue as a memory, she felt that she had to retrieve her backpack.

During the short wait, Marcus subconsciously wanted to take a cigar out of his pajama pocket, but glanced at Lucy, and had to give up, after all, his niece only told him to smoke less cigarettes yesterday.

Soon, a cry of joy came, "Here, master!" ”

The voice came from Mark, who cheered back to the hall on the first floor with an open backpack, and then hurriedly trotted upstairs, as if he couldn't wait to take credit.

Lucy stepped forward quickly, took the backpack that Mark had brought up, and confirmed that it was definitely her own.

Lucy counted the contents of her backpack, perfume, comb, vanity mirror, etc., as well as her photo, but her red-streaked whip was missing.

"Where did you find it?" Marcus asked.

Mark replied, "It's in George's room."

At this moment, a cry of anger suddenly emerged from the phalanx where the maid was standing, "You're lying!"

Lucy and Marcus followed the prestige, and it was a boy in a beret.

The little boy was shocked, his expression full of anger, incomprehension, and grievance.

Mark looked disdainful and said, "It's in your room. Don't quibble. The evidence is clear. Your father is an addict and your mother is a bitch. Who will believe you? ”

George rushed out of the queue, fists clenched, and rushed to Mark, who was standing at the top of the stone stairs leading to the second floor, which paved the red carpet, as if he wanted to fight with him, no matter who it was, it would definitely be uncomfortable for his parents to be insulted in person, even if his father and mother were rotten people.

“Enough！ Who said a word more, I will tear his mouth! Whoever says one more word, I will tear his mouth apart)! Marcus scolded, his voice as intimidating as a tiger.

George froze in place, his eyes were slightly red, his shoulders were swinging up and down, and he didn't dare to make any other moves, it could be seen that he was very angry and unwilling but helpless.

Lucy, who had not been silent, was a little unbearable and did not dare to mention that something was missing from her backpack.

Marcus walked slowly down the stairs, as if he was very angry because he was very hard, even though the stairs were covered with red carpet, the boots under his feet still stepped on the stone staircase with a muffled sound, as if he was ringing the death knell, and Mark lowered his head and followed behind him.

George, who was already trembling and sweating profusely, had learned from the training he had to give before entering the castle what the punishment would be for committing a theft—he would be beaten alive with an iron whip.

But George was not reconciled, he obviously did not steal the backpack of Lucy, whom he loved, he could not have done such a thing.

But everyone believed that facts speak louder than words, and they all believed that Mark said that the physical evidence was in his room, and that the other party was trusted by the castle's owner, Marcus. The cunning Mark, who had been in the castle for a long time, had been at odds with him since he had reported to the butler that he had stolen the dishes in the kitchen and beaten him with a few sticks, and now he had finally seized the opportunity and planted it in his hands.

So George didn't make any excuses, he knew that no one would believe him, because he was born a little jealous and distant, who called his parents such self-willed and depraved guys.

Marcus had already walked over to George's side, and George's clenched hands were drenched with sweat.

At this time, another series of downstairs sounds sounded, and Lucy ran to Marcus's side and pleaded, "It's all right, uncle. Let him go this time."

Marcus's serious expression softened a little, "No, if we let him go this time, they will think that the rules in the castle are just like this, and they will despise rules for a second and a third time. Everyone will think that the rules of the castle are nothing more than that, and they will all have a contempt in their hearts, and then there will be a second and a third time)."

Lucy instantly understood that her uncle was really a skilled man and understood people's hearts very well.

Hearing this, George, who had a glimmer of hope because of Lucy's intercession, was completely disheartened, in this castle covered by Marcus's only hand, even if he died, no one would help collect the corpse, at most he would throw himself into the sea to feed the fish, and Marcus had raised a lot of great white sharks in the nearby waters.

Lucy hung her head, a little lonely.

"Well, I'll put George in jail for a while and let him reflect." Marcus touched Lucy's blonde hair and said.

Marcus clapped his palms, and the two squires who had been administering the punishment in the castle came out of the queue and carried George out of the castle and into the dungeon belonging to the Bedwell family overnight.

Before leaving, George looked back at Lucy, and his innocent eyes seemed to continue to defend himself "It's not me".

Lucy sighed and walked back to her room, feeling that she had really killed an innocent little boy, so she didn't even bother to look for her red-streaked whip.

"Well, that's the end of it." Marcus turned to his room, and Mark followed him silently as if he had received an order.

The maids and servants in the hall were already sweating, they thought they would be implicated again, and last time a damned maid was beaten to death for scolding Marcus behind her back.

The crowd dispersed, and the lights in the castle were soon extinguished.

Marcus came to his bedroom, took out a black iron whip with red veins from under the desk, and looked at it carefully, before Lucy knocked on the door, but he couldn't take a good look at it, and now he could think about it carefully. Marcus pursed his lips, making sure that this thing was definitely not the treasure that his brother took with him when he left the family, and Marcus remembered the meeting about "Lucy can return to the family" some time ago, even if he cooperated with those elders so seamlessly, he still couldn't ask for any news, so he went straight to the window and threw the black iron whip directly into the cold, unfathomable water.

"Well, as long as it's successful, it doesn't matter if I find that treasure." Marcus stared at the murky waters and said, his eyes also glowing with a grim glow.

Mark stood respectfully in Marcus's room, rubbed his hands and smiled, "Master, that reward..."

“You're smart. You know how to frame." Marcus, who was standing by the window, turned his head and beckoned to his henchman Mark, "Come here."

Mark obediently walked to Marcus's side, with a flattering smile, the generous reward that the master said was enough for the rest of his life, the little named Helen in the castle who saw the money, as long as he gave money, he could be at the mercy of others, and on weekdays, the dog looked down on people, and when the time came, he would definitely beg himself to play with her, tsk, that pair of upright-double-peaks has been greedy for a long time.

Marcus stroked the back of Mark's head and smiled.

Mark shuddered, seemed to suddenly understand something, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't worry, master. I won't say any word and I don't want any reward. Please believe me (don't worry, master, I will never miss a word, and I don't want to be paid, please believe me)! ”

As if he hadn't heard Mark's words at all, Marcus squeezed down his right hand fiercely, directly cutting off the nerve in the back of Marcus's head, and the latter died of anger on the spot.

"I only believe in the dead."

Marcus kicked Mark's body into the cold, dark waters.

In the dark night, there seemed to be a terrifying grin.