The morning of the third day finally cleared, the sun was dazzling, the white sand beach, the green coconut palms, and the blue sky. That's the most beautiful side of the Caribbean. But it was clear that all the people in Tutuga Castle were trembling at the thunderous wrath of Lord Fauck Jr., and had no intention of appreciating the sight. The only thing they knew was that the Lady had been missing for three days, and that she was probably still suffering on the island of Hope by this time, so early in the morning Tutuga Castle sent the fastest three-masted sailing ship straight over.

This morning, Fang Senyan naturally continued to practice his footsteps with the blind Matt, but unfortunately this morning's hard training failed to improve his basic footsteps by one level. But his mind wasn't on that at this time. Before noon, the three-masted galleon had sailed back in the waves, but a black flag had already been hoisted at the top of the mast.

This flag is called the mourning flag, which means that important people have died, but pirates are used to seeing life and death. As for the important people on the ship, it is quite general, it can be said that it is the first mate, it can be said that it is the captain, and even the boatswain navigator is possible! Accidents can happen every day at sea, and a black flag is so commonplace that almost no one associates this flag of death and mourning with the honorable lady.

However, by this time, the atmosphere inside Tutuga Castle was already full of tension. Almost all the servants trembled for fear of doing the slightest mistake. Ever since the Lordess had not returned with the ship, Lord Faulk, who had been cold and withdrawn, had become more brutal, and often easily vented his anger on his servants. More than ten corpses had been carried out of the castle in the past three days, all of which had been flogging. But they had all suffered such a tragic fate because of such trivial things as breaking plates, or cutting bread too thinly, that there was now no one to be seen within a radius of ten meters of Lord Fawker, and these poor servants who trembled and departed quickly, even if they needed to get close to the Lord.

As soon as the three-masted galleon belonging to Tutuga Castle came to shore, Lord Faulk was reported and a body wrapped in linen was removed from the ship. On the thick shroud, there were clear traces of being soaked, and it was obvious that in the tropical maritime climate of the Caribbean Sea, the corpse had decomposed and flowed liquid, so the faces of the people carrying the corpse were quite ugly, and it looked as if they would vomit in the next second.

The body was quickly carried into a large hall on the third floor of the castle, which was also a fairly private place for Lord Fawker, and it was usually quite tragic for a servant to enter without permission. The two sailors placed the corpse in the center of the hall and hurriedly withdrew, looking at their crumpled features, it was obvious that the vomit was already boiling in the throat, and it was only by great willpower that they insisted on not erupting on the spot.

There was silence all around.

For no reason, it is reminiscent of a tomb.

A fly, attracted by the stench of carrion, buzzed in through the window. Its life plan is obviously to eat a full meal, then lay a few hundred eggs on this nutritious food, and then go around having fun. But when approaching the Shroud, its wings, which were capable of fluttering more than three hundred times per second, suddenly froze. The abundant moisture in the air of Tutuga Harbor gathered from all directions in an instant, forming a crystal clear block of ice that froze the fly in the air and then fell to the floor with normal gravitational acceleration.

This small cube of ice is as fragile as a thin glass, and it shatters with a snap, and of course the fate of the flies frozen in it can be imagined.

At this moment, a black leather gloved hand pushed open the door, and the bearded little Lord Falk entered, his appearance sloppy and decadent, and if it were not for his noble hunting suit, he would have looked no different from the tramps who were common in Tutuga Harbor, and there was a mad and dangerous light in his eyes, which was definitely not a good sign.

"No one has the right to touch her but me." Little Lord Falk pressed his left hand to his chest with an impeccable aristocratic elegance. He bowed slightly to the place where the fly fell.

"Not even flies."

Then the lord knelt down beside the corpse, and reached out to slowly remove the linen shroud, and the strong stench of the corpse immediately spread. But looking at the appearance of little Lord Fawker, it was as if he had not noticed it at all. His movement of lifting the shroud was very gentle/gentle, like a groom lifting the bride's hijab, full of veins of warmth, until the whole body of Sally had been soaked in rain until it was swollen and rotten. Hepburn's body was completely exposed.

"Welcome home, dear Sally." Little Lord Falk gave the carrion dripping with corpse water a gentle and fervent hug, as if she were still asleep and afraid to wake it up. The affection in his eyes was as rich as honey. "I'm going to show you your garden, a merchant ship has arrived yesterday with the black tulips you've been longing for. For that alone, you owe me a kiss, don't you? ”

Little Lord Falk looked affectionately at his wife in his arms, the swollen face and the pungent smell of gagging seemed to be filtered out by him, the man hugged the corpse in his arms tightly, and kissed deeply on the lips that had begun to fester, swell, and crack, and flowed with yellow liquid!

A moment later, everyone in Tutuga Castle heard a cry of pain coming from the third floor! The sound alone has a heart-rending feeling, like a wolf howling desperately and madly in the ice and snow! The sound reigned irresistibly for nearly fifteen minutes before it stopped.

Then, it didn't take long for the current Lord Faulk, who was covered in a pungent stench of corpses, to reappear in front of everyone with a blank expression, as if he had not seen any change in him at all. But it was as if the sunlight shining on him had dimmed in an instant. The de facto ruler of the port of Tutuga gave the first order in three days:

"Go and ask Mr. Bacon, the master of alchemy, to come over, and he will satisfy him as much as he asks! The important thing is that I see this person in a quarter of an hour! Go now! Right away! ”

I have to admit that Mr. Bacon, who has been satisfied with money, is still quite quick to do things, and after only ten minutes, Lord Fawk Jr. has been satisfied. A quarter of an hour later, Mr. Bacon, who looked old, had been taken to the dungeon beneath the castle by Little Lord Fawker.

It was clear that the place had been cleared and the prisoners had been escorted out, but there was still an indescribably dark and damp smell in the air. If you don't have a good nose, you can't sneeze several times in a row. After entering the second floor of the dungeon, bursts of cold air came from the ground under his feet, penetrating into his lungs, as if even his bone marrow was about to freeze. Mr. Bacon muttered a few words, and then miraculously took out a round long-necked glass bottle from the box he was carrying, and drank the light blue liquid inside, and suddenly looked energetic.

Little Lord Fawker's pupils contracted slightly after watching Bacon's actions, but he continued to lead the way. It wasn't until I entered a spacious basement that I stopped. The temperature in the basement was extremely low, and in the center of the basement there was a crystal wide ice platform, just as high as the Venerable Master's waist. On the ice platform is the corpse of a woman who has been fermented in the wind and rain of the Caribbean Sea for three days, and of course, under the cold cold, the smell it exudes has reached an acceptable level.

"Well....... it's rude to say that, but I'd like to ask if there's anything I can do for you." Mr. Bacon could not help but speak after enduring the ten minutes of little Lord Falk staring at the female corpse.

Little Lord Falk turned his head suddenly, his eyes burning with madness and rage, and it was evident that he did not like his thoughts to be forcibly interrupted in this way. But that emotion just appears like a dragonfly and then quickly disappears. The ruler of the port of Tutuga said in a somewhat dry voice:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bacon, but I haven't slept well these days, and I'm 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 I could lock down the murderer, and I can pay double the alchemy materials consumed for this. ”

Alchemist Bacon looked at the female corpse and immediately frowned subconsciously, and his wording immediately seemed quite commercial:

"Your Excellency, old Bacon was only an alchemist, and this was not my field of expertise... And this female corpse is so badly decomposed...... My God, have you finally come down a miracle in my presence today? ”

I don't know when, the iceberg-like little Lord Fokker already had an extra gray-brown leather bag in his hand. The bag looked no different from a normal bag, but its surface shone with a layer of light, as if there was a clear stream of water attached to it! It was a very typical high-grade alchemy item, and Bacon's agile mind, which was incommensurate with his old appearance, immediately linked the leather bag to a legendary high-grade item, and his lips began to tremble violently:

"This, is this ...... Endless pockets of gold?"

(To be continued)