After being dragged out, Karl saw two carriages parked on the street not far away.
One of the two carriages is richly decorated but looks relatively small and can only seat a few people. The other is undecorated but has a large carriage.
The lady, assisted by a servant, entered the richly decorated one.
Karl was taken by these four big men to another carriage that looked ordinary.
After getting on the carriage, Karl didn't know where he was being taken because his view was blocked and he couldn't see outside.
And because of the poor viewing angle, he couldn't observe the outside world, so he couldn't even tell what time it was. After all, he wasn't that weird guy who could count his heartbeats to calculate time anytime and anywhere.
"Miss Olivia, welcome back."
"This is the letter that the post office sent you this morning."
After an unknown amount of time, the carriage stopped and Karl heard a man's voice outside.
"Just leave it alone. I'll take a look at it at noon."
"Miss, this is an urgent letter from Windermere."
After hearing this, the lady's voice outside the car was silent for a while.
"Bring it to me and see."
Less than a minute passed after he said this, and Karl heard an exclamation from the woman.
"Oh, God!"
"Emma, go and buy me a ticket to Windermere right away. I will leave before noon today!"
A female voice immediately responded.
"As you command, miss."
Then Karl heard the sound of the carriage in front turning around.
When passing Carl's location, the car stopped outside.
"Edward, George, you two go with me. The guys in the car will be locked up in the dungeon until I come back."
Then the door opened, and two strong men got out of the carriage where Carl was sitting. Needless to say, they were Edward and George.
At this time, the car door opened, and Karl saw that the carriage he was sitting in was at a gate. He clearly saw a line of small letters above and below the house number that read "Olivia Bruce Ismay Mansion".
Is this her name?
Before Karl could look any further, the door closed again and the carriage started moving again.
This time the carriage only walked for a short time before stopping.
"Get off the car."
The two people left behind opened the car door and asked Karl to come down.
After getting off the bus, Karl realized that he was definitely not in London anymore.
The sun is high in the sky, and the surrounding environment is beautiful.
At this moment, Karl was standing in front of a square building.
Stunned, he looked at what was in front of him.
This is actually a castle!
"Boy, let's go."
"You two, I..."
"It's useless to beg us, this is the lady's order."
Before Karl finished speaking, one of the men patted him on the shoulder and interrupted what he was about to say.
"As long as you are really innocent, Miss will not do anything to you."
Another man also spoke.
"Let's be open, aren't you just unemployed? At least you don't have to worry about food and drink here."
The two of them sang and harmonized, making Karl stunned.
Finally, with an honest attitude, he was taken to a cell underground in the castle.
There are a total of six underground cells here. Perhaps because he was very cooperative, he was placed in a cell that looked relatively clean.
Although it is a prison cell, it actually has beds and toilets.
Should it be said that it is a dungeon for rich people?
This place is much better than Carl's cellar.
After the cell door was closed, about two hours later, someone came in through the small opening under the cell door and delivered today's lunch.
It was a bowl of thick soup and a few bites of bread.
Now is not the time to be particular, so Karl picked up his lunch and finished it in less than a moment.
From the footsteps of the food delivery person just now, Karl knew that besides him, there were several other 'guests' staying here.
"Is anyone here?"
No one answered him.
"You were all brought here because of theater matters?"
After eating, Karl screamed twice, but unfortunately, no one in the other cells made a sound.
Sitting helplessly on the bed, Karl considered whether it would be better to use the [Decapitating Blade] to escape.
After thinking about it, I gave up the plan of escaping directly. If such a rich and powerful guy is offended, he will cause a lot of trouble.
Anyway, I didn't leave any clues, so I'll probably stay here for a few more days.
I just don’t know how long it will take for the young lady to come back from Windermere.
In the afternoon, when Karl was still thinking about this.
Through the high window of the dungeon, we can see that it was around four or five o'clock in the afternoon.
There was a sound of footsteps coming outside the cell.
The people outside walked to the cell door where Karl was and stopped.
"Are you going to let me go?"
Karl asked.
"I heard that you worked as a scribe before?"
Without answering her, a female voice that Karl had never heard sounded outside the cell door.
"Yes, what's the matter?"
Karl quickly got up and walked over.
Then he saw a piece of paper and a pen stuffed into the small mouth used to pass food.
"The young lady's father's condition has worsened, and she may have to leave for a long time before coming back."
"Huh?" Karl said in surprise.
"What do you mean?"
"It will take at least a month. If things go badly, I may not come back this year."
"Am I going to be locked up like this forever?"
It's too much to imprison him privately for so long just because of suspicion!
"So I give you paper and pen. If you have anything to say to your family outside, write it down quickly. I won't do it for you if you know how to write."
"I……"
"We'll pay for the postage, so just be grateful and shut up!"
Karl gave up communicating with the people outside the door. After all, he knew that the people outside the door should only work as maids in the castle.
It's useless to plead with her.
So who should you turn to now?
I have no relatives in London.
Sighing, it can only be that guy.
So Karl wrote.
[Dear Ceryl Lawn:
I am your Calvindi, and now I am placed in her castle by Olivia Bruce Ismay. I cannot leave here until the case of the theater fire is investigated.
You have to live a good life alone, if it's quick, it's a month, if it's late, it's next year.
I will definitely come back to you.
The place is heavily guarded and my safety is guaranteed. Please don't worry about me.
Be sure to wait well at home.
Your dear Carl]
"Please send this to 241 Fleet Street, London."
After finishing writing, Karl handed over the pen and paper.
The person outside the door took away the written letter and stood there for a while.
Probably reading the content of the letter.
"no problem."
Sure enough, it didn't take long for her to reply to Karl.
Then the footsteps sounded again, moving away from here a little bit.
I didn't expect that I would ask that guy for help.
Karl sighed.
Sure enough, it is very difficult to get out of trouble after you get involved in it.