The morning of the third day finally cleared up, with glaring sunshine, white sandy beaches, emerald green coconut trees, and blue sky. This is the most beautiful side of the Caribbean. However, it was obvious that everyone in Turtuga Castle was trembling under Lord Fokker's thunderous fury, and had no intention of appreciating the scenery. The only thing they knew was that the lady had been missing for three whole days, and she was probably still suffering on Hope Island at this time, so Turtuga Castle dispatched the fastest three-masted sailing ship early in the morning Sailed straight past.
This morning Sheyan naturally continued to practice footwork with the blind Matt. Unfortunately, this morning's hard training failed to improve the basic footsteps. But he didn't put his mind on it at this time. Before noon, the three-masted sailboat that was dispatched sailed back through the wind and waves, but a black flag had already been hoisted on the top of the mast.
This flag is called the mourning flag, which means the death of an important person, 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 to be the first mate, the captain, or even the boatswain navigator! Accidents may happen every day at sea, and a black flag is so commonplace that almost no one will associate this flag, which symbolizes death and mourning, with the noble lady.
However, at this moment, the Turtuga castle was filled with an extremely tense atmosphere. Almost all the servants are afraid of doing the slightest mistake. Since the lady failed to come back with the ship, Lord Fogg, who was originally cold and withdrawn, became more brutal, often easily venting his anger on his servants. In the past three days, more than ten corpses had been carried out of the castle, and the cause of death was whipping to death without exception. But they all met such a tragic fate because of a little thing such as breaking a plate, cutting bread too thin, and now Lord Fogg is completely invisible within ten meters. Even if the poor servant had something to do near the lord, he left quickly after finishing.
After the three-masted sailing ship belonging to the castle of Turtuga docked, someone went to inform Lord Fogg, and then a body wrapped in linen was carried from the ship. On the thick shroud, there are clear traces of being soaked. Obviously, in the tropical climate of the Caribbean Sea, the corpse has decomposed and leaked liquid, so the face of the person who carried the corpse was smeared. It seemed as if he was going to vomit in the next second.
The corpse was quickly carried into a spacious hall on the third floor of the castle. This is also a very private place for Lord Fokker. Usually, the servants who entered here without permission would end up quite miserable. The two sailors put the corpses in the center of the hall and then hurriedly backed out. Looking at their crumpled facial features, it was obvious that the vomit was already boiling in the throat, but with great willpower Only insisted not to erupt on the spot.
All was quiet.
Reminiscent of a tomb for no reason.
Attracted by the stench of rotting corpses, a fly buzzed in from the window. Its life plan is obviously to have a full meal first, then lay hundreds of eggs on this nutritious food, and then go around happy. But when it got close to the shroud, its wings that could vibrate more than three hundred times per second suddenly froze. The rich moisture in the air of Turtuga Port gathered from all directions in an instant, forming a crystal clear ice block that froze the fly in the air, and then fell to the floor with normal gravitational acceleration.
This small ice cube is as fragile as a thin glass, and it shattered with a snap. Of course, the fate of the flies frozen in it can also be imagined.
At this moment, a hand wearing a black leather glove pushed open the door, and the unshaven little Lord Fokker walked in. There is no difference between the common homeless people in Hong Kong, but there is a crazy and dangerous light in his eyes, which is definitely not a good sign.
"No one has the right to touch her except me." Little Lord Fokker pressed his left hand to his chest with impeccable aristocratic elegance. He bowed slightly towards the place where the fly fell.
"Not even flies."
Then the lord half-knelt down beside the corpse, stretched out his hand and slowly uncovered the linen shroud, and the strong corpse odor immediately spread. But looking at the appearance of Little Lord Fokke, it seems that he didn't notice this at all. His movement of lifting the shroud was very gentle/gentle, just like the groom lifted the bride's hijab, full of tenderness, until the whole corpse of Sally Hepburn, which had been soaked in rainwater to the point of being swollen, rotten and deformed, was completely gone exposed.
"Dear Sally, welcome home." Little Lord Fokker gently and eagerly hugged the rotting corpse dripping with corpse water, as if she was still in a deep sleep and was afraid of waking it up. The affection in his eyes is as rich as honey. "I want to take you to see your garden. Yesterday, a merchant ship brought the black tulips you have been longing for. Just based on this, you owe me a kiss, don't you?"
Little Lord Fokker looked at his wife in his arms affectionately. The swollen face and the pungent nauseating smell seemed to have been filtered out by him. The man tightly hugged the corpse in his arms, facing the festering, swollen and cracked body, The lips that were dripping with yellow liquid kissed her deeply!
A moment later, everyone in Tutuga Castle heard the screams of pain from the third floor! Just listening to that voice, there is also a heart-piercing feeling, like a wolf howling in despair and madness in the ice and snow! The voice dominated the castle with an irresistible force for nearly fifteen minutes before it stopped.
Not long after that, the contemporary Lord Fokke reappeared in front of everyone with a pungent corpse smell all over his body, as if he couldn't see any changes at all. But it seemed that the sunlight shining on him turned gray in an instant. The de facto ruler of the port of Turtuga issued his first order in three days:
"Go ask Mr. Bacon, the master alchemist, he will satisfy him with whatever price he asks! The important thing is that I want to see this man within a quarter of an hour! Go now! Immediately!"
I have to admit that Mr. Bacon, who has been satisfied in terms of money, is still quite efficient in his work. Only ten minutes later, Lord Fokker's request was satisfied. A quarter of an hour later, the old-looking Mr. Bacon was taken by Lord Fokker to the dungeon below the castle.
It was obvious that this place had been cleaned up long ago, and the prisoners were also escorted out, but there was still an indescribably dark and damp smell in the air. If the nose is not good, people are not allowed to sneeze several times in a row. After entering the second floor of the dungeon, bursts of cold air radiated from the ground under his feet, penetrating into the lungs, as if even the bone marrow was about to freeze. Mr. Bacon muttered a few words, then miraculously took out a round long-necked glass bottle from the box in his hand, drank the light blue liquid in it, and immediately looked energetic.
After seeing Bacon's actions, Little Lord Fokke's pupils shrank slightly, but he continued to lead the way. It wasn't until they entered an extremely spacious basement that they stopped. The temperature in this basement is extremely low, and in the center of the basement there is a crystal clear and large ice platform, the height of which can only reach the waist of the master. On the ice platform was the female corpse that had been fermented for three days in the wind and rain in the Caribbean Sea. Of course, under the low-temperature freezing, the smell it emitted had reached an acceptable level.
"Uh... Although it's very impolite to say that, I still want to ask if there is anything I can do for you." Mr. Bacon finally couldn't help but speak after enduring the young Lord Fokker staring blankly at the female corpse for ten minutes.
Little Lord Fokke turned his head suddenly, his eyes were burning with madness and fury, obviously he didn't like his thoughts being interrupted like this. But that kind of emotion just appeared like superficial water, and then disappeared quickly. The ruler of Turtuga Port said in a dry voice:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bacon, I haven't slept well these few days, and I feel a little irritable. Please help me examine this female corpse and find out the cause of her death. Of course, it would be even better if the murderer can be identified. I can double pay for materials."
The alchemist Bacon frowned subconsciously when he saw the female corpse, and his words immediately seemed quite commercial:
"Your Excellency, old Bacon is only an alchemist, and I am not good at this aspect... And this female corpse is so rotten... My God, you finally descended in front of me today Miracle?"
At some point, a taupe-brown leather bag appeared in the hands of the stern and iceberg-like Lord Fokker. This bag does not look any different from ordinary bags, but its surface is shining with a layer of light, as if there is clear water attached to it! This is a very typical high-level alchemy item, and Bacon's quick thinking that does not match the old man's appearance immediately connected this leather bag with a legendary high-level item, and his lips began to tremble violently:
"This, is this... an endless pocket of gold?"