Hotel on the mountain

In the Pearl Lake base, the trap originally used to trap the lantern fish has been expanded into a large room. There is a landslide inside for the lantern fish to better jump out of the water and pounce on the fish luring torch, and finally fall on the torch. In the trap in front of him, he was tied into a corpse and dragged away.

The place was filled with the smell of blood, which made Raphael retching several times. He was tied to a heavy chair and naked.

"Where is this place?" He looked at the dark environment around him, which was empty, and infinite fear surged in his heart. "Someone is coming! Let me out!"

Panic shouts rang out from the iron room. Jetro stood outside the door, listening to Raphael's shouts in the room, and decided to wait a little longer. The room where Raphael was imprisoned was the tool room in the fishing room, which contained a variety of fish-killing tools.

"Kristel, has he seen you?" Jetro asked the old housekeeper beside him.

"Not at all, Lord Jetro. He was immersed in the hot spring, with his back to me, and he was not alert at all. I just approached quietly and knocked him unconscious."

"What about his guards?"

"Sir, those people were all dealt with along the way." There was no compassion in Crystal's eyes.

"How do we know whether he actually saw what the convention was about?"

"In my opinion, there is no need to think about this issue. Lord Jetro, the most prudent way is to get rid of him." Crystal said respectfully, "Sir, I don't mind killing people."

"You don't understand." Jetro glanced at Crystal and said helplessly, "His death will involve many things."

"Sir, many things are not as important as our own affairs, aren't they?" Crystal was like an elder, "Many times, saying 'those who harm our good deeds should be killed' can solve a lot of troubles for us. ”

In the tool room, Raphael could be heard struggling so hard that the chair rattled - "Come here! Let me out! Do you know who I am?! What do you want!"

Jetro thought Crystal had a point. Nothing is more important now than the revelation of his cooperation with the Noah family.

"Then go in and kill him." Jetro stood aside and got out of the way.

A few stubborn streaks of white hair lay horizontally on the top of Crystal's head, covering his bald head, making it easy for people to think that this old man was in his final years. But he pushed open the door of the tool room firmly and forcefully. The butler's uniform on his body made him look like a reaper of death.

Raphael St. Rigg's eyes were suddenly dazzled by the light outside the door. He squinted his eyes and saw only a black silhouette with white light coming in from the door, and then closed the door with a bang.

"You...are you the butler of the Noah family?" Raphael finally saw the figure clearly. He opened his mouth in surprise, "Are you here to save me?"

Crystal walked to the tool rack and ran her fingers over the rows of knives and forks, as if stroking the silver tableware used in preparing a banquet. Then, as if he saw a very good quality spoon, he picked out a straight dagger without a guard under his fingertips.

"Hey! What are you doing! Let me go!" Raphael yelled, but Crystal just didn't look at him.

Preparing the tableware for a banquet is very important. After the servant has arranged everything on the table, the butler will take a ruler to measure the distance between the tableware on each seat.

Crystal took the dagger and walked up to Raphael. He turned the dagger sideways and compared the length of Raphael's shoulders. He found that the distance between Raphael's left and right arms and his chest was not equal.

So he shook his head in disappointment, went down with the dagger, and cut off a piece of muscle on Raphael's right arm. This way the distance remains the same.

Raphael roared and cried miserably. He shook the chair violently, but could not drag the heavy chair half an inch.

After measuring the distance between the tableware, the width of the chairs must also be measured, because the housekeeper needs to ensure that the backrest and chair legs of each chair at the dining table are in a straight line.

Crystal held the straight dagger and compared the distance between Biraphael's legs and the chair legs, and found that the two were not in a straight line.

So he shook his head in disappointment, and the dagger attached to the psychic energy slashed across Raphael's body below the knees. In this way, there is a straight line.

Raphael was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound, and the miserable tone was stuck in his throat, wanting to burst out.

Finally, several stacks of flower lamps should be placed on the dining table. They will be placed one after another at a fixed distance in the center of the dining table.

Crystal turned the dagger in his hand and landed the tip on a point above Raphael's heart. Then he gently drew a circle clockwise, so that the position of the flower cup would never be the same. wrong.

Crystal smiled with satisfaction, inserted the straight dagger directly into Raphael's heart, and turned in a circle gracefully. It means that the flower bulb is in the center of the circle.

Raphael St. Rigg, a man with a fair face, medium female hair, and a special hobby for boys, died in this smelly hut with his eyes open in pain.

Crystal opened the door, and the smell of human blood wafted out. Jetro put his hands behind his back and asked in surprise: "Did you torture and kill him?"

Crystal nodded: "Sir, Raphael has done not very good things to many people."

"You mean, North?"

Pain and tenderness appeared in Crystal's eyes that contained perseverance and wisdom.

"Yes, Master Jetro, he did very bad things to Master North."

Jetro understood that this might be related to the "bath" thing they talked about.

"You go take care of North, he is drunk. I will ask someone to dispose of his body." Jetro asked Crystal away with a perfect plan, "I will put him on the boat and let him go." A man sails beyond a safe route and then scuttles the ship, pretending that he died in a shipwreck.”

Crystal excused herself, and then Jetro looked at the scene in the room with a frown——

Raphael's arm muscles were missing, his legs were missing from the knees, and there was a simple dagger stuck in his heart. The rope around him had been cut so that he could slowly and naturally slide off the chair and fall into a pool of his own blood. The severed limb was pillowed next to his head, still bleeding.

Jetro walked in and took a bag from the sack basket near the door of the tool room. He knelt down and gently covered Raphael's eyes that refused to close.