The morning of the third day finally cleared up, the glaring sunlight, the spotlessly white beach, the emerald green coconut trees, and the azure blue sky. This was the most beautiful aspect of the Caribbean Sea. However, everyone in Tortuga castle was trembling in fear under the wrath of Little Lord Fokke, they did not have any interest in appreciating the scenery. The only thing they knew was that the Lord's wife had been missing for three whole days, and she was most likely still suffering on Herb Island. Thus, early in the morning, Tortuga Castle sent out their fastest three-masted ship to head over.
This morning, Sheyan naturally continued to train his footwork with Blind Matt. Regrettably, this morning's training did not allow him to raise his basic footwork by one level. However, his thoughts were not on this. Before noon, the 3-masted ship that was dispatched sailed back, braving the wind and waves. However, at the top of the ship's mast was a black flag.
This flag was known as the mourning flag, signifying the death of an important person. However, pirates were already used to seeing death. As for the important person on board, it was more general. It could be the chief officer, the captain, or even the boatswain! On the sea, accidents could happen everyday, a black flag was a common sight. Almost no one would associate this flag of death and mourning with the honorable Madam Fokke.
However, at this moment, Tortuga castle was filled with an incomparably tense atmosphere. Almost all the servants were trembling in fear, afraid of making the slightest mistake. Ever since Madam Fokke did not return with the ship, the originally cold and reclusive Lord Fokke became even more brutal. Often, he would vent his anger on his servants. In these three days, more than 10 corpses were carried out of the castle, the cause of death were all whipped to death. Yet, because of a small matter like breaking a plate, or slicing bread too thin, they met with such a tragic fate. Currently, not a single person could be seen within a 10 metre radius of Lord Fokke. Those trembling pitiful servants who had to approach Lord Fokke to complete their tasks, would hastily leave after completing their tasks.
When the three-masted ship belonging to Tortuga castle docked, someone immediately went to inform Lord Fokke. Afterwards, a corpse wrapped in linen was carried off the ship. On the thick shroud, there were clear traces of being torn apart. Evidently, under the tropical climate of the Caribbean Sea, the corpse had already decomposed to the point of leaking out liquid. Therefore, the faces of the people carrying the corpse were rather unsightly, as though they would vomit in the next second.
The corpse was swiftly carried to a spacious hall on the third floor of the castle. This was Lord Fokke's private place, and normally, servants who trespassed here without permission would meet with a tragic end. The two sailors placed the corpses in the middle of the hall before hastily retreating. Looking at their shriveled up facial features, it was obvious that vomit was bubbling up from their throats. Only by relying on their immense willpower did they not erupt on the spot.
It was quiet all around.
For some reason, it reminded him of a tomb.
A fly was attracted by the stench of rotting corpses and flew in through the window. Its life plan was obviously to have a full meal before laying a few hundred eggs on top of the nutritious food before going around to have fun. But when it neared the shroud, its wings that could flap at least 300 times per second suddenly froze. The rich moisture in the air of Tortuga port instantly congregated from all directions, forming a sparkling and translucent ice cube that froze the fly in mid-air. Then, it fell to the ground with normal acceleration.
This small ice cube was as fragile as a thin glass. It shattered into pieces with a crash. Of course, the fate of the frozen fly could be imagined.
At this moment, a hand wearing a black leather glove pushed open the door. The bearded Little Lord Fokke walked in, his appearance was dejected and dispirited. If not for his expensive hunting attire, he would look no different from the vagrants of Tortuga port. His eyes flickered with a crazy and dangerous glint, this was definitely not a good omen.
"Other than me, no one has the right to touch her." Little Lord Fokke placed his left hand on his chest, displaying an impeccable aristocratic elegance. Then, he slightly bowed towards the spot where the fly had fallen.
"Not even a fly can touch it."
Then, this lord half knelt beside the corpse, stretching out his hand to slowly uncover the linen shroud. A dense stench of rotting corpses immediately diffused out. But looking at Little Lord Fokke's appearance, it was as though he didn't notice this. His action of uncovering the shroud was very gentle, like a groom uncovering the bride's veil, filled with tenderness. Until the swollen and rotting corpse of Sally Hepburn was completely exposed.
"Dearest Sally, welcome home." Little Lord Fokke warmly embraced this rotting corpse that was dripping with corpse fluid, as though she was still in a deep slumber and was afraid of waking her up. His eyes were filled with deep affection. "I want to bring you to take a look at your garden. Yesterday, a merchant ship had already delivered the Black Tulip that you've been longing for. Just based on this point, you owe me a kiss right? "
Little Lord Fokke gazed affectionately at his wife in his embrace. Her swollen face and nauseating stench seemed to have been filtered away by him, as he tightly hugged the corpse in his embrace. Then, he planted a deep kiss onto her lips that were already starting to fester and swell, as a disgusting liquid flowed out!
After a brief moment, everyone in Tortuga castle could hear a painful wail from the third floor! Just by listening to that sound, one could feel a heart-wrenching sensation. It was like a wolf, releasing a desperate and frenzied howl in a world of ice and snow! This sound was irresistible and dominated the castle for close to 15 minutes, before finally stopping.
Not long after, the present Lord Fokke who was emitting a nauseating stench from head to toe, appeared in front of everyone with a wooden expression. It was as though he had not changed at all. But it was as though the sunlight that shone on his body had turned dull. This actual ruler of Tortuga port issued his first command in three days.
"Invite the alchemist Mister Bacon over, satisfy him no matter how much he asks! Most importantly, I want to see this person within 15 minutes! Go now! Immediately! "
One could not help but admit that Mister Bacon who was satisfied with money was rather efficient. Merely 10 minutes later, Little Lord Fokke's request was satisfied. 15 minutes later, the senile looking Mister Bacon was brought by Little Lord Fokke to the castle's underground prison.
It was obvious that this place had already been cleaned up, and the prisoners were also escorted out. However, the air was still filled with an indescribable damp and gloomy atmosphere. If one's nose wasn't good, one would probably sneeze a few times. After entering the second floor of the underground prison, waves of cold air were emitted from the ground, penetrating into one's heart, as though even one's bone marrow was being frozen. Mister Bacon mumbled a few words, before mysteriously retrieving a round long neck glass bottle from the box in his hand. He drank the light blue liquid within in one gulp, instantly becoming spirited.
Little Lord Fokke's pupils contracted upon seeing Bacon's actions, but he continued to lead the way. Only after entering an incomparably spacious underground room did he stop his footsteps. This underground room's temperature was extremely low, in the middle of the underground room was a sparkling and translucent ice platform, its height barely reached a person's waist. On top of the ice platform was the female corpse that had been fermented for 3 days in the Caribbean sea's wind and rain. Of course, under the low temperature of the ice, the smell it emitted had already reached an acceptable level.
"Eh ….. although this is impolite, I still wish to ask, is there anything I can help you with?" After enduring Little Lord Fokke staring blankly at the female corpse for 10 minutes, Mister Bacon finally couldn't bear it any longer and opened his mouth.
Little Lord Fokke abruptly turned his head, his eyes blazing with rage and insanity. Obviously, he didn't like his thoughts being forcefully interrupted. However, that emotion was like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water before swiftly disappearing. This ruler of Tortuga port spoke with a hoarse voice.
"I'm very sorry Mister Bacon, I haven't been sleeping well these few days, and my mood is rather irritable. Please help me examine this female corpse, and find out the cause of her death. Of course, it would be even better if you can pinpoint the culprit, I can double the cost of the alchemy materials. "
Alchemist Peigan subconsciously frowned at the sight of the female corpse. His choice of words immediately became rather commercial.
"Honourable Lord, Old Bacon is merely an alchemist, this isn't my area of expertise ….. furthermore, this female corpse is so badly decomposed ….. oh my god, have you finally bequeathed a miracle to me today?"
Unknowingly, the grave and stern Little Lord Fokke had already produced a greyish brown leather pouch in his hands. This pouch didn't look any different from an ordinary pouch, but its surface was sparkling with a layer of radiance, as though a clear stream of water was adhering to it! This was an extremely typical high grade alchemy item. Bacon's old and frail appearance didn't match his quick thinking and immediately linked this leather pouch to a legendary high grade item. His lips started to tremble violently.
"This, don't tell me this is ….. an endless gold pouch?" If you like this work, I welcome you to donate your recommendation votes or monthly votes to me. Your support is my greatest motivation.
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