"I rember... there should be a plate here!" A foreign rchant in his fifties looked sowhat bewilderedly at his display cabinet, an empty compartnt there. But he rembered that it once housed a pure gold plate.
Actually, that plate wasn’t particularly heavy. Although international gold prices have risen, overall it’s perhaps sowhat valuable, but its commorative significance and value are more pronounced.
For a while, he hadn’t paid attention to the items here, and now as he planned to pack up and leave, he discovered the plate was missing.
"Did you perhaps put it away?", the steward helping out asked softly.
"Impossible!", the rchant shook his head, "I haven’t co to this room to pack things before. Who is usually in charge here?"
The steward ntioned a na, a middle-aged Nagariel woman in her thirties.
For Nagariel people, thirty or so years old is considered middle-aged, as their lifespan isn’t long.
According to unofficial statistics, the average lifespan of Nagariel people is less than sixty years, restricted heavily by dical conditions, living environnt, chemical pollution, and other factors.
The rchant nodded indifferently, his expression already sowhat displeased, "Bring her in."
The steward nodded silently, then quickly fetched the maid responsible for cleaning this room.
This room contained many items that were either valuable or held certain commorative significance, so it was always handled by a dedicated person, a middle-aged woman.
She was married, with her own children, more than one, and stable social relationships made it unlikely for her to bear severe consequences by committing illegal acts like theft.
For years, the rchant had used her without any issues, so even though he was very angry, he hadn’t erupted in rage until now.
Soon, the maid was brought to the collection room. The furious rchant didn’t pay much attention to the maid, whose expression seed off. He rely pointed to the empty compartnt of the display cabinet and asked, "Where did the item go? Don’t think about lying to , I rember it was a pure gold plate!"
The maid didn’t refute or claim ignorance, her hands tightly twisting the edge of the apron, fingertips turning red-purple, and the twisted part entirely losing blood color.
Her body trembled slightly, and the rchant seed to understand sothing, looking at the maid with a very indifferent and disappointed gaze, chuckling, "Did you steal sothing?"
A question posed with a tone of certainty; as soon as he uttered it, he held a definitive view, not easily changed.
The maid still remained silent, fueling the rchant’s anger, which viewed her silence as a form of resistance, even an attack.
The Federation was expelling him, locals occasionally threw trash into his ho and shouted for him to get out. Anyone could make things difficult for him, and now even a timid maid dared to steal from him.
The grievance and wrath he suffered from Lynch and other Federation rchants, unable to be vented, ignited completely at this mont, and his expression turned frightening, "Hang her up..."
Nagariel’s Divine Authority law and secular law run concurrently, with Divine Authority law slightly above secular law, causing legal chaos and the prevalence of private punishnt.
Just like Mr. Simon, many foreigners favor using physical pain to punish their servants, and this rchant is no different.
The steward slightly bowed, seized the maid’s shoulder, and pushed her out of the room.
As they moved toward the tree in the courtyard designated for punishnt, the steward whispered softly, inaudible to others, "I promise to do what I agreed to, God watches over from heaven, so... don’t bla ."
The maid’s body initially trembled, but at this mont, it seed to calm down.
"I hope you keep your word. God watches over you from heaven..."
Standing beneath the tree, the maid turned to face the steward as she spoke this sentence. The steward remained solemnly and seriously nodded, then looped the lasso around her wrists and activated the motor.
The rope ascended, suspending the maid in mid-air, although she could almost touch the ground with her tiptoes, not far from the ground.
Soon, the rchant, wearing only a shirt and with sleeves rolled up, erged from the room, followed by a dozen or so servants, all employees of the house.
For cris like theft, locals typically vent their anger first, using private punishnt to express discontent before considering contacting the police.
One reason private punishnt prevails is related to warning others, and punishing a servant in front of others effectively serves as a cautionary tale.
Whether local or foreign, each ti private punishnt occurs behind closed doors, they will have all the servants watch, intimidating them.
"Strip off her clothes..." The rchant was furious, everyone ca to harm him, he was extrely agitated, and added a sentence, "Don’t leave even the underwear, such a lowly thief should be exposed to the sunlight!"
The butler said nothing, just held a pair of scissors, cutting off all the clothes from the Servant’s body, leaving her completely naked before everyone.
The rchant picked up a whip and lashed it fiercely, with a crack, a whip mark appeared on the Servant’s body, quickly swelling with blood, oozing blood, and turned red and swollen.
"Where did you hide my dish, you whore?"
The Servant scread in pain, but she just scread, without saying anything else, her stubbornness made the rchant even angrier, and he viciously whipped her again, with another crack, creating another bloody whip mark.
Actually, by this mont, even if the Servant might have said sothing initially, now she wouldn’t say anything.
She was stripped and whipped here, even if she could leave here unscathed, she must end her life as soon as possible because her body was seen by a man who was not her husband, so she was not considering other matters, only thinking about the deal between her and the butler.
The Servant’s silent defiance seed like a provocation, making the rchant’s temples throb, and he hadn’t been driven away, yet these Servants dared to act like this towards him. His surging anger could no longer be cald, while he cursed loudly, he whipped the Servant fiercely.
Maybe seeing the rchant so vigorously whipping that he beca breathless, thinking of how hot, thirsty, and tired he must be, the butler kindly offered him a cup of tea.
After drinking the tea, rather than calming down, the rchant beca increasingly agitated, increasingly dissatisfied, increasingly furious for so unknown reason!
"Whore, whore!"
Before him appeared Federation rchant’s arrogant gaze, tacit ridicule, and his incompetence.
Those negative emotions kept surging, those watching Servants seed to also reveal twisted smiles one by one. They seed to be whispering to each other in their hearts, mocking him, ridiculing him, insulting him. The whispers of those whores filled his ears.
His anger, his body, his spirit all beca uncontrollable, he even saw those Servants starting to attack him, which made him even more frightened and furious...
He didn’t know how long it had been; the ringing in his ears and those unpleasant sounds had disappeared, he gazed at the terrified expressions of Servants around him, his gaze slowly moved to in front of him.
His hands tightly gripped the Servant’s neck, and the Servant, whose body was covered in wounds, had already passed away...
"Murder!", the Servants suddenly scread in panic and fled towards the door, continuously shouting.
The rchant suddenly realized what had happened, he wanted to chase after them but found himself unable to run; after just a few steps, he was short of breath, his vision blurred, and the world spun, causing him to collapse to the ground.
Tender green leaves pressed against his cheeks, and he could even sll the raw but vigorous Life Force scent of the grass.
He knew that a big problem had occurred!
The butler diligently carried him up, threw him into a car in the garage, and started the vehicle.
"Master, if there truly is a God, please tell Him when you see Him, that I’m not doing this for myself...", he said, and with that, he ignited the engine and drove off, sending the unfortunate rchant to a friend’s place before the situation fully exploded.
His excuse was that his Master had had so conflicts with the Servants and unexpectedly fell. Before he lost full control of his body, he ntioned the na of his close friend, so the butler sent him there.
Regarding this excuse, the rchant’s friend, another foreign rchant, expressed recognition; this was a common occurrence; these rchants had been helping each other for a long ti. Hence, he took the rchant into his ho and planned to contact the Police Station to learn about these matters.
But he did not know that within a short ti, a large number of Nagariel people rushed into the rchant’s residence, and when they saw the Servant hanging from the tree with whip marks all over her body, tortured and throttled to death, people imdiately beca enraged!
So people rushed into the rchant’s ho, taking what they could, smashing what they couldn’t, including the rchant’s local wife, who was stripped naked and dragged by the hair across the ground as if only that could appease the anger for the poor Servant.
The Nagariel Youth Party quickly followed suit; they sohow learned the news of the rchant’s hiding place and surrounded his friend’s premises with a large crowd.
Seeing the passionate crowd outside, the rchant’s friend suddenly felt he had been sticking his nose in other people’s business, and the problem beca tricky.
He called the Police Station several tis in succession, but no one answered.
He was considering whether to hand over the people or find soone outside to talk when, out of nowhere, a group arrived; they beat anyone they saw, loudly shouting for people to stay away from the rchant friend’s house.
The already agitated crowd exploded!
"Beat these foreigners to death!"
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