Black Mark of Rebirth

Chapter 35 Punishment

I don't know how long it took before I woke up, and when I woke up, I found that I was being hugged around the waist and bumped on the horse's back.

I turned my head, Oscar's stunning face asked me with a frivolous smile: "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty."

"Take your hand away." I slapped the hand on my waist.

"Okay, okay!" Oscar let go of his hand.

I looked around and there was no sign of Ian.He is really elusive.

"Are you looking for your master Ian?" Oscar's voice whispered in my ear.

"Speak as you speak, don't speak in other people's ears." I turned my head away.

"No problem." Oscar acted obediently as if obeying my order: "Your master, Ian, left after you fainted."

"Oh." I thought about those strange feelings just now, as if something had soaked into my mind, why did I suddenly become irritable and wanted to hit someone?

Was it really influenced by that puppet?

Forget it or not, I can’t figure it out.

Oscar's horse walked in Arno's direction.

When I was about to arrive, I saw a few people arresting people from a distance, and the arrested people were struggling. One of them looked at me and shouted: "Master An, are you all right? Great." It's Arnold, struggling to be freed from whom.

Taking a closer look, it was Baker-Anthony and his men. Didn't Baker? Anthony have his right hand cut off?Didn't I hear that he was crazy?How did he appear here?

He was alone with five attendants. At this time, he was riding a horse, followed by four horses. Ten people, dead or alive, were tied to the horses. Some of them were already burnt and gave off a burst of smell , and he ordered people to tie up a slave with an arrow in his leg and an arrow stuck in his back, but he was still struggling violently, while another slave was roasted black and lay dying on the ground.

"Let go of him." I looked at Baker coldly, this guy actually wanted to take the opportunity to mess with my people?As I was saying this, Oscar behind him put a hand on my waist out of sight of others.I knocked his hand off.

"Let him go." Seeing me, Baker flashed a stern expression: "Master Ann Charles is really auspicious,...It's great that he's fine." He waved to his subordinates: "This slave is not good for escort, Baker just wants to Help Master An..." Baker was a little flattering in a low voice.

He probably saw me when I was running wildly on horseback, and thought I just fell off the cliff like that, so that he could catch Arnold and punish him.

Are you all right?You can't wait for something to happen to me, so as to hit the Charles family hard.

Although I don't know why Baker has become so normal, and his right hand has also become an iron hook.

But I always feel that the problem is not that simple.He must have used some kind of power.

Arnold came over and stared at me closely, his eager and worried eyes quickly calmed down.I looked at A Nuo: "A Nuo, are you okay?"

"Master An, this subordinate is fine."

"Hehe, don't delay Young Master An and the second prince." Baker smiled mischievously, and planned to go back home. His subordinates were planning to leave with the slave who was wounded by the arrow and who was lying on the ground.

"Leave them and you can go." I looked at Baker coldly and said.

Baker dared to offend Arnold, but he definitely didn't dare to offend me.

"This..." Baker's face was flattered, "Master An, we captured these two slaves..."

"Leave them." I said word for word.

"Since Master An likes it, let's leave it to Master An." Baker turned his head and walked out as he said. He kicked the slave bound behind him hard.

When I left, I clearly saw a trace of malice flashing in his eyes.

I made a small V in my heart, no matter why Baker is still here, but I just don't like seeing him.

"Haha!" Oscar, who was sitting behind me, smiled happily for some reason, and then hugged me.

"Take your hand away." When I shook off his hand, I pinched it hard.

"Ouch." Oscar's voice whispered close to my ear, "Little beauty, you have such a big temper."

I'm actually not that bad-tempered, and I'm pretty good, but seeing that he's obviously a handsome guy, but I want to pretend to be a pervert, I just feel a little bit annoyed at him.

"Let's go, let's go back!" I struggled to get off the horse, but Oscar helped me once before I reached the ground safely.

Back to Mitchell, I don’t know if Oscar is afraid of Mitchell. He originally wanted to go with us, but when he saw Mitchell’s shadow, he ran away.

There are also many nobles who have returned, and those dead and living slaves are piled together like cargo.

Originally Mitchell was smiling when he saw us walking towards him, but as we got closer, he stared at my face and began to cool off.

"Why are you hurt?" As soon as I walked in front of him, he put his hand on my forehead, which hurt a little.I touched my forehead, and there was a small scar, probably when I was running, I accidentally scratched those grasses, branches or something.In addition, there are still a few small holes in the clothes that have been scratched on the body.

"Father, I'm fine!" I smiled at Mitchell.

"It's all the subordinate's fault."

"Arnold." Mitchell's tone was stern, and when he made a move suddenly, he slapped Arnold with a wave of his hand. Arnold was thrown aside by the slap containing fighting spirit, and the corner of his mouth was already bleeding .

"Father!" Mitchell kicked Arnold when he saw me injured last time. This time I got so angry again and stepped forward to hold Mitchell's hand.

"Say." Mitchell gently put down my holding his hand, his tone seemed calmer.

Arnold told what happened.

I'm thinking about telling him about the puppet man to his face.

After Mitchell finished listening, he walked slowly towards the two slaves. I didn't know what my father was going to do. I always felt that the consequences would be serious, so I immediately held my father's hand: "Father, please spare them!" I Looking at Mitchell with begging eyes.

"You like them?" Mitchell asked me, pointing to the two slaves.

"Yes," I have no doubt, if my father, who is now covered in frost, hesitates, he will definitely slap them to death.

"Okay, I'll save their lives, but first let them know what obedience is." Mitchell then waved his hand, and someone dragged the two people down.

"Thank you father."

"As for Arnold..." Mitchell looked back at Arnold, trying to deal with it.

"Father, I'm used to being served by Arnold." I immediately threw out my trump card and grabbed my father's hand and shook it.

"Okay, I see you are nervous." Mitchell smiled at me, then turned to Arnold: "Go and get a hundred sticks yourself."

"Subordinates obey."

"Father..." I still want to plead with A Nuo, to be honest, I don't blame A Nuo for this at all, he is always punished for me.

"Ann, if you make a mistake, you will be punished. He is your guard, and he is not well protected."

"But... there was an accident." It was indeed an accident, who didn't expect it.

"Ann, remember to use your space magic the next time there is danger!" Mitchell ignored my words.

I'm sweating like crazy, yeah, I've forgotten that I know space magic, if I use space magic when I'm in danger, wouldn't it be safe?

When it is dangerous, it will always drop the chain when it is critical.

Mitchell looked at the two slaves and Arnold, and then at me, with disgust on his face, not sure whether he hated them or me.

He changed the subject: "Ann, the hunting is over, go back and have a good rest, you still have other tasks."

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