Chapter 64 Fermenting (Below) Margaret's hand, which had been dancing across the stationery, suddenly stopped. Her voice was filled with curiosity as she asked: "She killed someone? Who?"

  But she didn't wait for Kari to answer, and soon understood, with a slight smile: "I know, it must be Gil, the guard, right? If I'm not mistaken, this girl Emma we brought back from Dam City, her family was destroyed, now in a strange land, under high tension and hatred, if she does something extreme, it's also very normal. Moreover, after I brought her back, because of my focus on Atos' treasure, I didn't arrange for her, leaving her in a remote place."

  "Wasn't it Guill who brought her food every day? He must have thought she was a female prisoner, or just an insignificant girl. So, Guill took advantage of Emma's beauty and tried to assault this poor little thing... But look what happened, he got killed by this weak-looking little girl instead!" Margaret said slowly, as if she had witnessed it all herself.

  Karl saw Margaret and guessed it all at once. A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, and he smiled: "Madam is wise, you got everything right!"

  Marguerite smiled faintly: "By the way, this girl named Emma is quite interesting. With no strength to bind a chicken, she can actually kill a second-level sword fighter. This is indeed worth cultivating. You go bring her here, I'll ask her a few questions personally."

  Karl nodded and turned out of the door.

  After a while, he led the frail Emma back.

  Emma's dark brown hair was disheveled, her clothes unwashed for days, looking very sloppy, but the girl's natural beauty did not diminish in the slightest due to this wretched appearance, instead adding a few touches of pitiful and sympathetic charm.

  Margaret turned over and looked at Emma with great interest.

  The buttons and openings on the girl's clothes were all tightly sewn with needle and thread, not allowing anyone to easily tear or take them off. As soon as she entered the house, although her head was lowered and her pace was slow, it could be seen from her tightly pursed red lips that this frail body hid a silent yet strong power within.

  She looks very weak on the surface, but is extremely strong inside!

  Marguerite made a preliminary judgment about Emma in her heart, smiled and did not pursue the crime of killing the guard, but instead asked: "How did you kill him? He was a second-level magic swordsman!"

  Emma did not expect that the first sentence of this seemingly high and mighty countess would be this, she was secretly shocked in her heart, raised her head, a pair of eyes full of vigilance and hostility looked at Margaret, and said: "No matter how powerful a man is, after taking off his clothes, they are all the same, there is no distinction between strong and weak."

  Marguerite was stunned, she hadn't expected such a wise and sarcastic remark to come from the mouth of this young girl in front of her. She stared for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing: "Interesting, really interesting! Who taught you that?"

  Emma bowed her head, clenched her fists and trembled slightly: "My mother..."

  Marguerite looked at Emma with an appreciative gaze: "What do you want to get from me?"

  In Margaret's view, people are all using each other to get what they want from one another, and the same is true of masters and servants.

  Emma heard this and her whole body trembled slightly, her eyes suddenly becoming dazed.

  What do I want?

  My father, mother, sister, and home are all gone!

  I have nothing left, what else can I want?

  This question really stumped Emma!

  These days she has been immersed in pain and unease, without any time or energy to think about such questions.

  That night, the river of blood flowing like a small stream at the door of her home kept drifting before Emma's eyes, like a tight chain that bound her soul, entwining her and suffocating her!

  Scene after scene of nightmares flashed before Emma's eyes, the violent behavior of the guards, her mother's screaming expression, and her sister's terrified gaze, all intertwined, finally freezing into a single frame.

  A man with a head full of black hair, in the darkness before dawn, his whole body shining with golden light, he wielded a long knife, roaring loudly, he was majestic like a mountain, his whole body bathed in blood, like an inviolable beast king!

  Emma's eyes flashed with confusion, sadness, pain, and longing, but when the image in her mind finally settled on this black-haired man, all her hesitation and confusion disappeared.

  Emma knelt down, heavily kowtowing in front of Margaret, and said word by word: "Teach me the skills to kill, anything is fine, I want revenge!"

  Marguerite smiled faintly, her eyes scanning Emma's body: "You want revenge? Who do you want to avenge? The Dam City guards who killed your family? Then you'll be disappointed. After the Dam City prison break, all those guards were beheaded by the king. You can't even find anyone to take revenge on."

  Emma's extremely delicate face revealed a chilling and icy hatred, in her view, all of this was caused by one person.

  She slowly shook her head: "No, they are not the ones I am looking for."

  "Oh? Then, could it be......" Margaret's eyes shone with an increasingly strange light.

  Emma said slowly and clearly: "Yes, it's him! Tang... Jie!"

  Marguerite was silent for a moment, then smiled: "It's really interesting. But have you thought about how to take revenge?"

  Emma's tightly clenched fist trembled slightly, and she slowly shook her head. In the little girl's impression, this black-haired man was too profound, too unforgettable. He seemed like a god of war, and even in the face of countless enemies, he would never be knocked down in the vast sea of people!

  Marguerite smiled, a hint of condescension in her voice: "Want to learn the skills of killing? When you were still unable to truss a chicken, you could already kill a second-rate swordsman. What will happen when you specifically learn the skills of killing?"

  "Hah, I'm actually looking forward to it! Your wish is easily granted, but you need to understand that in return, you will become a slave of the Kelsman family. From now on, every single hair, every inch of skin, and every bone of yours will be branded with the private mark of the Kelsman family. You will no longer be yourself; you will become one of the sacred and inviolable properties of the Kelsman family. As your master, as your ruler, you will no longer have freedom or dignity. Your life belongs to the Kelsman family, and everything about you will serve the Kelsman family! I let you live, and you live; I let you die, and you die. Do you understand?"

  Emma's whole body was trembling, she hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily.

  Marguerite chuckled, gazing at Emma as if she were a priceless jewel for the last time, then turned over again, her back to Emma and Karl, languidly waving her hand: "Karl, take her to Maria's place, she'll know what to do!"

  Karl bowed respectfully and walked up to Emma, saying in a low voice: "Let's go!"

  Emma stood up and followed Karl to the door, but suddenly turned around and asked loudly: "Don't you hold me accountable for killing the guard?"

  "Outrageous!" Karl exclaimed loudly beside him. "You must use honorifics and address her as 'Countess' or 'Milady'!"

  Marguerite, on the other hand, didn't mind at all. Her slightly sarcastic voice came clearly from the spacious and luxurious room: "That kind of trash who doesn't care about family rules and can't control his own second child, killing him is just killing him, what's there to investigate? Even if you didn't kill him, I would have killed him! Go ahead, Emma, follow Maria, she'll teach you what to do next."

  Emma gave Margaret a complex look at her seductive back view, and followed Karl down the stairs.

  Two people went out, outside the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the icy sea breeze from the harbor made Emma feel a sense of desolation in her heart. Under the moonlight, her thin and weak figure stood alone, with an unspeakable sorrow in that fragile and slender figure.

  Karl drove over in a horse carriage and inclined his head towards Emma: "Get on...".

  Emma got on the carriage, sitting alone in the luxurious vehicle. She didn't have the mood to admire this extravagant carriage that had been decorated to the extreme. She hung her head low, her eyes changing expression as if she was deep in thought, worried about her own future.

  The carriage drove for a while, and the smell of salt in the sea breeze gradually became stronger, obviously approaching the harbor. The lively and noisy sounds around also came into the carriage from time to time.

  "Whoa..." Mafkar pulled on the reins, bringing the carriage to a stop beside a tavern. He turned around and called out into the carriage, "Get down!"

  Emma descended from the carriage like a wary and tense little deer, looking around cautiously. The streets were filled with drunken sailors and laughing women, and in front of her, a gaudily decorated bar emitted a cacophony of noise, like a den of debauchery and revelry.

  Karl didn't look at Emma either and walked in by himself.

  Emma's eyes scanned the entrance of the bar before following him in.

  At the entrance of this bar, there are two bronze statues standing. After being blown by the wind and exposed to the sun, they have already shown a reddish-black color. These two bronze statues are men in sailor suits, smiling and laughing as they lift up a wine barrel. Their facial expressions and postures are vividly lifelike. On the middle of the wine barrel, several words are embossed.

  Green Forest Bar.