The Ultimate Evolution Chapter 39: Rotten bad news
Chapter thirty-nine rotten bad news
The morning of the third day finally cleared, the harsh sunlight, the white sand beach, the green coconut trees, and the blue sky. This is the most beautiful aspect of the Caribbean Sea. But apparently everyone in Tutuga Castle was trembling with Lord Fokker's thunder, and he didn't have any appreciation for the scenery. The only thing they knew was that the Lady Madame had been missing for three full days, and she was probably still suffering on Hope Island at this time, so early in the morning Tutuga Castle sent the fastest three-masted sailing ship Go straight to the past.
This morning, Fang Senyan naturally continued to practice footsteps with blind Matt. Unfortunately, this morning's hard work training failed to improve the basic footsteps. But his mind was not on it at this time. Before noon, the three-masted sailing ship sent back by the wind and waves, but a black flag had been raised on the top of the mast.
This flag is called a mourning flag, which means that important people have died, but the pirates were used to life and death. As for the important people on the ship, it is quite general. It can be said that it is the first officer, it can be said that it is the captain, and even the captain of the sailor! There can be accidents every day at sea. A black flag is commonplace. Few people associate this flag, a symbol of death and mourning, with the noble lady.
However, at this time, the tutuga castle is already full of tension. Almost all the servants were afraid to do anything wrong. Since the Lady Madame failed to return with the ship, Lord Fokker, who had appeared cold and lonely, has become more brutal, and will often vent his anger on the servant. Over the past three days, there have been more than ten dead bodies carried out of the castle, and the cause of death was lashed to death without exception. But they all encountered such a tragic fate because of a little thing such as breaking dishes, cutting the bread too thin, and so on. Now that Lord Fokker is completely invisible within ten meters, these people are trembling. Even if the poor servant had to do something close to the Lord, he quickly left after finishing.
After the three-masted sailboat belonging to Tutuga Castle docked, someone went to inform Lord Fokker and then lifted a corpse wrapped in linen from the boat. On the thick shroud, there are clear traces of being soaked. Obviously in the tropical marine climate of the Caribbean Sea, this body has rotted out of the liquid, so the faces of the people who carried the body were smoked quite ugly, look It seems to be vomiting in the next second.
The body 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 walked in here without permission were quite miserable. The two sailors put the body in the center of the hall and hurriedly retreated to see them crumbled into the facial features. Obviously, the vomit has been boiling like a boil in the throat, but with great willpower Only insisted not to erupt on the spot.
It was quiet all around.
It is reminiscent of the tomb.
A fly was attracted by the smell of carrion and flew in from the window. Its life plan is obviously to have a full meal and then lay a few hundred eggs on this nutritious food and then be happy everywhere. But as it approached the shroud, its wings that could tremble more than three hundred times per second suddenly froze. The rich moisture in the air of Tutuga Port gathered from all directions in an instant, forming a crystal clear ice to freeze the fly in the air, and then fell to the floor with normal gravity acceleration.
This little ice cube is as fragile as a thin glass, and it smashes with a crackle. Of course, the fate of the flies frozen in it can also be imagined.
At this time, the palm of a hand wearing black leather gloves pushed the door open, and the unshaven Lord Fokker walked in. His appearance was ruined and decadent. If it were not a precious hunting suit, it would look like There is no difference between the common homeless people in Tutuga Port, but there is a crazy and dangerous light in their eyes, which is definitely not a good sign.
"No one but me has the right to touch her." Lord Fokker pressed his left hand to his chest, with an impeccable noble elegance. He bowed slightly to where the fly fell.
"Not even flies."
Then the king kneeled down next to the corpse, and stretched out his hand to slowly uncover the linen shroud. The rich smell of the corpse spread immediately. But it looked as though Lord Fokker didn't even notice it at all. His action of lifting the shroud is very gentle / gentle, like the groom lifting the bride's hijab, full of tenderness, until the whole body of Sally Hepburn, which has been soaked in rain to the puffy and rotten shape, is completely Exposed.
"Dear Sally, welcome home." Lord Fokker tenderly embraced the rotting corpse flowing with water, as if she was still asleep, lest she wake up. The affection in his eyes is as rich as honey. "I'm going to take you to see your garden. Yesterday, a merchant ship has delivered the black tulips you have longed for. Based on this, you owe me a kiss, don't you?"
Lord Fokker looked at his wife affectionately. 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. The swelling and cracking, and the lips flowing out of yellow liquid kissed deeply!
A moment later, everyone in Tutuga Castle heard the cry of pain from the third floor! The sound was just listened to, and there was a heart-rending feeling, like a wolf, with a desperate and crazy howl in the ice and snow! This voice irresistibly ruled the castle for nearly fifteen minutes before stopping.
It did n’t take long for the contemporary Lord Fokker, who had a pungent body smell all over him, to reappear in front of everyone, and he seemed completely unable to see what had changed. But it seemed that the sunlight shining on him instantly became gray. The actual ruler of the port of Tutuga issued the first order in three days:
"Go and ask the alchemist Mr. Bacon to come and meet him at any price! It is important that I see this person within a quarter of an hour! Go now! Immediately!"
I have to admit that Mr. Bacon, who was satisfied with his money, was still quite efficient. After only ten minutes, Lord Fokker ’s request was satisfied. After a quarter of an hour, Mr. Bacon, who looked like an old man, had been taken by Lord Fokker to the dungeon below the castle.
Obviously, this place has been cleaned up already, and the prisoners have been escorted out of everything, but there is still an indescribable dark and moist atmosphere in the air. If the nose is not good, people are not allowed to sneeze. After entering the second floor of the dungeon, there was a burst of cold air from the ground beneath the feet, which penetrated into the lungs, as if the bone marrow was frozen. Mr. Bacon muttered something in his mouth, and then magically took out a round long-necked glass bottle from the box he was holding. He drank the light blue liquid inside, and he suddenly looked up.
After seeing Bacon ’s movement, Lord Fokker ’s pupil contracted slightly, but then led the way ahead. It didn't stop until I entered a very spacious basement. The temperature in this basement is extremely low. In the center of the basement there is a crystal-clear and wide ice platform, whose height has just reached the waist of the man. On the ice table was placed the female corpse that had been fermented for three days in the wind and rain of the Caribbean Sea. Of course, under the low temperature of the ice, the smell it emitted has reached an acceptable level.
"Uh ... it's not polite to say that, but I still want to ask, what can I do for you." Mr. Bacon finally couldn't bear it after ten minutes of watching Lord Fokker staring at the female dead. Hold the opening.
Lord Fokker turned back suddenly, and his eyes were burning with madness and anger. Obviously, he did not like his thoughts to be interrupted by force like this. But that kind of emotion just disappeared quickly when the dragonfly appeared. The Tutuga port master said dryly:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bacon. I haven't had a good sleep these days, and I feel a little irritable. Please help me examine this female body and find out the cause of her death. Of course, it would be better if the murderer could be targeted. I can double the cost of alchemy materials. "
Alchemist Bacon frowned unconsciously at the female corpse, and his wording immediately became quite commercial:
"Honorable Lord Lord, the old bacon is just an alchemist. In this respect, it was originally not my area of expertise ... and this female corpse is so badly rotted ... My God, you are finally here today. Has a miracle come down in front of you? "
I do n’t know when the cold, ice-cold Lord Fokker has a 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 a clear water flow is attached to it! This is a very typical high-level alchemy item, and Bacon ’s agile thinking, which does not match the appearance of the old man, immediately connected this leather bag to a legendary high-end prop, and his lips began to tremble violently:
"Here, is this ... an endless golden pocket?"