The inside of the shed was far more spacious than it looked from the outside. There were no lamps; only a few dim threads of light seeped down through cracks in the walls, barely illuminating the interior.
Dust motes drifted in the damp air, which was thick with a rotten smell that made one frown despite oneself.
The wooden door was pushed open, then quickly shut again. A gloomy-faced man with a broken brow walked into the room, his gaze instinctively sweeping first toward the storeroom off to the side.
Through the iron-barred window set into the door, a frail figure bound in hemp rope could be seen vaguely, lying motionless on the storeroom floor.
Her velvet gown had lost its former gorgeous, spotless appearance and was stained with plenty of dust and mud, but overall her clothing was still fairly neat, with no sign of having been torn or violated.
The heavy dose of sleeping draught had been enough to keep this Baron's Daughter named "Ellie" unconscious from last night until now.
Otherwise, they might not really have been able to keep this tulip raised in a greenhouse quiet and obedient throughout the entire process while ensuring she suffered no fatal or serious injuries.
To be honest, for a fair-skinned noble young lady like this, after falling into the hands of gang members like them for more than ten hours, the fact that her dress could still be worn so decently on her could, in a certain sense, be called a miracle.
Of course, it was not because the members of the Shark Gang possessed any outstanding quality, nor because they had developed some compassion for this poor, unlucky noble young lady.
The reason ultimately lay with her father, that baron who also served as Permit Approval Officer.
"Cleaned