Belle Adams' Butler
Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~
Finding the truth- Part 2
The magistrate arrived after an hour or so, and Lucas along with Belle had waited so that they could speak to him, "I didn't know I was looking at visitors right away," commenced the man who was lean by the physique and had long hair that was combed behind to almost reaching his shoulders.
"I thought the magistrate was someone who would help us, Sir," Lucas added the last word to make sure the man would not take it as an offence as most of the magistrates he had seen and met, they had a high ego about themselves who couldn't handle anyone pointing the finger at them.
"I just came from a high profile work which I cannot mention, but I am tired. I will see you and this girl tomorrow morning. Whatever work you have come here for will be addressed at that time," said the magistrate who was ready to dismiss them so that he could take time off from work and sleep in here while calling himself to be a very busy man in the eyes of the higher council.