Although Fiona is only a relatively wealthy commoner, she has maintained business dealings with nobles all the year round, and she also has such people in her own family, how can she not know the depth of this executioner's hands?

Ordinary people pick the whip, only the front is heavy, the back is light, the more you pick, the more boring, a whip down, you can tire yourself half to death.

However, the executioners who eat this bowl of rice seriously are completely different, they know how to use skill, not only to save their own effort, but also to draw the whip, which can also be light and light, and heavy and heavy.

She even heard that there are old executioners, and they can even do it, and they can kill people without breaking their skin, or even if the skin is open, they can be cured in a few days as long as there is medicine.

It can be said that if this person really falls into the hands of a professional executioner, it is life or death, and it depends on whether the executioner, or the executioner's employer, wants you to continue to live.

She asked herself, although the fault was not her son Benson at the beginning, but it was also true that Benson repeatedly provoked the prince and princess, and if this matter reached the royal court, when the royal court sent an executioner, even if it was not fifty lashes, but only ten or twenty lashes, her son would be crippled even if he could not die.

Seeing that Fiona's face was bloodless, the old Marquis Latour fell on the two young jackals covered in bruises, and saw that Benson was still looking at Luna and Jack with that fierce gaze, and then at Fiona, he sighed in his heart.

I can't figure out how the heroic male who was in the population business back then, although he was in the population business, had such a son, and I couldn't figure out whether Fiona had taught the cub badly, or if his nature was like this.

Luna looked up at her grandfather and sighed, but when she followed the gaze of the old Marquis Latour and saw Benson, who had fallen to the ground but still looked up at them slightly, her heart, which had been somewhat softened by her grandfather's emotional exposure, was once again wrapped in a layer of ice.

It's just that she found that even at this point, Benson cast nothing in his gaze except bloodthirsty ruthlessness.

This made Luna look a little frightened.

It can be said that this is the most chilling gaze she has ever seen in her two lives so far, obviously there is no hatred in this gaze, but Luna just feels inexplicably that the other party is using her gaze to delay her and Jack little by little.

This guy is a pervert! Or more accurately, probably an antisocial personality disorder!

Although she knew that staggering her gaze would make her look weak, at this moment, Luna instinctively returned her gaze to Fiona, and subconsciously clenched the warm and dry palm of the old Marquis Latour, took a deep breath and said:

"Your son Benson seems to have been abandoned by the gods, and I will not embarrass him again when the whip is beaten! For the sake of my grandfather and your deceased husband, I ask you again, twenty lashes, to sell or not to sell?"

At the moment of "selling ......", Fiona fell to the ground weakly, as if she had been drained of all her strength, gritted her teeth and spit out a word, but still muttered unconvinced, "Although you are a princess, please be careful to say that the gods are merciful and will not leave any of his people at will." ”

Luna looked at Fiona and shook her head helplessly, in this world, there is no such thing as mental illness, since she reminded her, the other party doesn't care, then let the other party go.

Anyway, as long as Benson can't leave this manor for the rest of his life, as for what will happen to Fiona's family who lives with such a time bomb in the end, she doesn't have the extra time to care, the only thing she hopes is that these helpers around her can wake up a little, and don't know how she died by then.

"Grandpa, let's go back?" said Luna, turning to the old Marquis of Latour.

"Good. Eighty lashes, not much, not less. ”

The old Marquis Latour, though he didn't understand why Luna suddenly said that Benson had been abandoned by the gods, didn't ask immediately, just scratched his neck, gave the waiter a look, and then took Luna, took Jack and Ethan, and walked towards the way they came.

The group re-boarded the cart, and when the cart had gone all the way out of the manor and out of the cornfield, the old Marquis Latour asked the coachman to pull over, looked at Luna and the three little ones, and asked, "Would you like to hunt nearby?"

"All right!" said Jack, whose eyes lit up, and he was the first to jump and cheer, and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Ethan, help me take care of your cousin. Luna got out of the car with me for a walk. Old Marquis Latour smiled at Ethan's words and stretched out his hand to Luna.

Luna caressed the old Marquis Latour's hand and got out of the car, stood beside the beast cart, looked at the endless grassland, stretched a big lazy waist, and broadened her vision, so that the gloomy mood she had harvested in the manor was relieved a lot.

"For a while, you follow the two of them, and as long as there is no danger, don't worry too much. The old Marquis Latour commanded as he looked at the chauffeur who was with him.

"Yes, sir. The coachman respectfully agreed, and when Jack and Ethan jumped out of the car in the form of two black wolf cubs, and ran into the distance, the coachman directly turned into beasts and followed.

Looking at the honest coachman who had been silent all along, and directly turned into a black bear, Luna's eyes couldn't help but widen a little, this is really unseemly!

"Take you two out, you really don't have any preparation for me?" said the old Marquis Latour, rubbing Luna's head amusedly.

"I just didn't think he was a bear orc, I couldn't smell it, and he was much shorter than the bear orcs I usually saw. Luna told the truth.

"Don't let him hear you say he's short, and the bears and orcs have a temper, but they're fierce. The old Marquis Latour said half-jokingly.

Luna blinked when she heard this, could it be that there are gnomes in this place too?

"He is indeed born small, but he is very powerful, one can beat three of the same race, and like me, he can hit a piece. "The old Marquis Latour thinks about the scene when he met this guy back then, and he still has some lingering palpitations.

"Grandpa is amazing!" Luna smacked her lips and followed.

"You're a little guy with a much sweeter mouth than your mother, and you guess like your father. The old Marquis Latour laughed.

"I feel like an uncle. Luna smiled.

If her uncle Samuel wanted to, he could really praise people for stunning, and then he would fall into the pit in a daze, but as far as Luna observed, her father had long been immune to this trick, so that now that she is here, what kind of flattery and betrayal with her father doesn't work, the sugar coating is swallowed, and the cannonball explodes on the spot has become the norm.

"Your uncle didn't turn as fast as your little head back then. The old Marquis of Latour said with a smile on Luna.

"Huh?" Luna looked up at the old Marquis of Latour, but with a sigh in her heart, she knew that her grandfather had something to say about Ethan and Jack.