Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Bad News of Rot, and the Sixth Update 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 under Lord Falk's thunderous wrath, 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 board, it is quite general, it can be said that the first mate, so to speak, the captain, and even the boatswain navigator can have accidents every day at sea, and a black flag is so commonplace that almost no one associates this flag, which symbolizes 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.
Since the Lady failed to return with the ship, Lord Faulk, who was already cold and withdrawn, has become more brutal, often venting his anger on his servants.
Ten corpses had been carried out of the castle in the past three days, and the cause of death was without exception by flogging.
But they had all suffered such a miserable fate because of something like breaking the dishes, or cutting the bread too thinly, that there was no one to be seen within a radius of ten meters from Lord Falk now, and these poor servants who trembled and even had to do something close to the Lord did to leave quickly.
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 corpse was quickly carried into a spacious hall on the third floor of the castle, which was also a rather private place for Lord Fawker, and it was usually quite tragic for a servant who walked in without permission.
The two sailors placed the corpse in the center of the hall and hurried out, looking at their crumpled features, it was obvious that the vomit was already boiling in the throat, and it was only with great willpower that they insisted on not spraying 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 first, then lay a few hundred eggs on this nutritious food, and then go around.
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 instantly gathered from all directions, forming a crystal clear block of ice that froze the fly in the air and then fell to the floor with normal gravity.
The ice cube was as fragile as a thin glass, and it shattered with a snap, and of course the fate of the flies frozen in it could be imagined.
At this moment, a black leather gloved palm pushed open the door, and the bearded Lord Falk entered, his appearance was sloppy and decadent, and if it were not for his noble hunting suit, he would have looked no different from the homeless people common in Tutuga Harbor, and there was a crazy and dangerous light in his eyes, which was definitely not a good sign.
"No one has the right to touch her but me."
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 Lord Falk looked as if he didn't even notice it.
His movements when he lifted the shroud were very gentle and gentle, like a groom lifting the bride's hijab, full of veins and warmth, until the whole body of Sally Hepburn, who had been soaked in the rain to the point of swelling and rotting, was completely exposed.
"Welcome home, dear Sally."
Lord Fawk gave the carrion dripping with corpse 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.
You owe me a kiss for that alone, don't you?"
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, and the man hugged the corpse in his arms tightly, and kissed deeply on the lips that had begun to fester, swell, crack, and dripping with yellow liquid A moment later, everyone in Tutuga Castle heard the cry of pain coming from the third floor, and the sound alone had a heart-rending feeling, like a wolf, howling in despair and madness in the ice and snow, which ruled the castle with an irresistible force for nearly fifteen minutes before it stopped.
Then, not long after, the contemporary Lord Faulk, who was covered in a pungent corpse stench, reappeared in front of everyone with a blank expression, as if he could not see 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 issued his first order in three days: "Go and ask the alchemist Mr.
Bacon to come over, he will ask for as much as he wants, the important thing is that I will see this man in a quarter of an hour, go right now" I have to admit that Mr.
Bacon, who was satisfied in terms of money, was quite quick to get things done, and after only ten minutes, Lord Fawker's request was satisfied.
A quarter of an hour later, Mr.
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Bacon, who looked senile, had been taken to the dungeon beneath the castle by 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.
Lord Fawker's pupils contracted slightly after seeing 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 top of the ice platform was the corpse of a woman who had been fermented in the wind and rain of the Caribbean Sea for three days, and of course, under the cold temperature, the smell it emitted had 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 ten minutes of Lord Falk staring at the female corpse.
Lord Fawker turned his head suddenly, his eyes burning with madness and rage, and it was obvious that he did not like his thoughts being forcibly interrupted in this way.
But that emotion just appears like a dragonfly and then disappears quickly.
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 is only an alchemist, and this is not my field of expertise, and this female corpse is so badly decomposed my God, have you finally come down in front of me today?"
I don't know when, Lord Faulk, who was as cold as an iceberg, had an extra gray-brown leather bag in his hand.
This bag looks no different from an ordinary bag, but its surface is shining with a layer of light, as if there is a clear stream of water attached to it, this is a very typical high-grade alchemy item, and Bacon's agile mind, which is not commensurate with his old appearance, immediately linked this leather bag to a legendary high-grade item, and his lips began to tremble violently: "This, is this an endless pocket of gold":