Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 46

Holding his breath, Abellard's trembling hands extended towards Claire's nose to check her breath. And when his index finger no longer felt the breath, Abellard closed her eyes tightly with a poignant look.

"Is he ... still alive?" ask the guard.

Abellard nodded slowly.

"W-what should we do now, Monsieur Comte?" the guards sounded panicked.

"Call the others, we'll take the body back to Marseille."

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After Claire is buried, Abellard must undergo an examination as a witness. All taken care of by Monsieur Dupon. Until he is free from all demands. And for one week, the Count stayed only in his castle. Calm the mood of the shock after the terrible incident.

Until one day, he decided to leave. Meet his heart and plan his future as soon as possible. Abellard doesn't want this to happen again. No longer want a woman to ask for her help and then misunderstand her kindness like Claire.

He sent someone to find out the exact address of his future wife, and sent a telegram. He said he would come a week later.

The second week passed. With a bodyguard, he went to Wisteria Castle. Old castle located far from Marseille.

The trip he took took up to two days. Until then he entered a very green and beautiful village. Wisteria flowers are still budding to welcome spring. It was in the village that the simple girl whose heart was living. And according to the information he got, his old castle was at the end of the village on the edge of the forest.

Evening is approaching. Abellard didn't want to stop at the inn. The girl with the warm smile would definitely allow distant guests like her to stay for one night. He decided to continue the journey. Because the longing in the heart can no longer be contained. Wanted to immediately stare at the simple girl in real form.

"Stop!" Suddenly a group of men in black suits intercepted his journey.

Abellard got down from her carriage accompanied by the bodyguard.

"What's wrong?" The Count asked in a polite tone.

A handsome-looking young man came forward and called out to the big-bodied, rogue-faced men who were facing the ferocious in front of Abellard's carriage.

"I want to claim debt!" The young man replied with a cruel look.

"Debit?" Abellard.

"Yes, it's a debt of life!"

Abellard nodded confusedly. "I don't understand what you mean."

The young man in front of him was grinding his teeth until his jaw seemed to harden. "You have taken my beloved! Make him a mistress and after you get bored, you kill him sadistically!"

Abellard immediately understood what she was facing.

"So you're Mlle Claire's boyfriend? You should know, our relationship is just a fake one. She asked me to play her lover. And you should also know that I didn't kill him. Mlle Claire stabbed herself."

"Why did he have to kill himself in front of you?"

"Because ..he's in love with me and I can't reciprocate his feelings" Abellard said.

The young man groaned furiously. His pride was trampled upon hearing that reality. With a single shout he ordered the five sangar men accompanying him to attack.

The bodyguards immediately advanced before the Count to protect, holding up the small rifle that his master had always equipped as they traveled far.

The opponent immediately shot without giving a pause.

Duars! Duars! Duars!

The bodyguard responded swiftly.

Duars!

They were outnumbered, and they only had one weapon. Because Abellard did not expect there would be a shooting in the middle of his journey to pick up love.

The horse pulling the Abellard carriage immediately neighed in shock at the sound of loud gun blasts.

"We're taking cover behind the train!" abellard's instructions to his bodyguard. Then ran while ducking to the back of the train.

"Good Monsieur ... Akh!" Suddenly the bodyguard shouted loudly, as a hot pew pierced through his chest. The bodyguard collapsed and lay in front of his master's feet.

"Oh my God!" Abellard exclaimed in suspense at the sight of her bodyguards. "Guards!" his yell. But it seemed like the bodyguard had breathed his last. Abellard quickly took the rifle from the bodyguard's hand to protect him.

"Drop gun! Or you'll be shot in a row right now!" scream Claire's lover.

Slowly Abellard dropped her gun on the ground. His eyes stared miserably. Be prepared for what happens next.

The boy gave the code. The code made the men pick up a large wooden stick and approach him.

Abellard gulped her saliva with great difficulty. His blue eyes watched sharply. Prepare to take back the rifle on the ground. And once the enemy was about 7 steps away, Abellard grabbed a rifle, docked it quickly and shot one of them.

One person fell. But unfortunately, his weapon can only shoot once for one cocktail. And as he pulled the second coke, a large piece of wood hit his head.

Abellard collapsed in a prostrate position. His rifle was tightly hugged. When the other blows struck his body, the Count could only curl up in extreme pain, pounding and raining all over his body.

For a while he felt his consciousness begin to disappear, as a result of excruciating pain.

A shadow approached him. A simple smiling girl awaited him. To build a bright and loving future.

Nah!

He can't die here. Nothing can take away a future that has been opened and planned in such a way.

With the rest of his strength, Abellard cocked his weapon once more.

Chequek!

In the midst of the preoccupation with beating the Comte, the men did not know that their victims had cocked rifles and pointed the muzzle of the weapon at their master.

Duars!

"Akh!"

The young man shouted and collapsed.

At once, the blow that hit Abellard stopped. The men were shocked. And as soon as he saw his master lying on the ground, they immediately ran over.

"Are you okay, sir?"

"Bo-doh .. hurry ... finish off the count!" erang the young man while enduring the pain.

His men stared doubtfully. They can't let the Lord do anything. Because their payment depends on their master's life.

Realizing that, Claire's lover growled furiously.

"I just got shot in the leg, stupid! I won't pay you if he runs away!"

His men immediately stood up to hear the threat of his master. But when they turned around, the Count was not there. Only a rifle is left that no longer bullets.

*

Abellard kept running. Panting with a throbbing head, seemed to want to break. Fresh blood had flowed from the injured head to wet his face.

But he can't stop. Those rogue men will definitely catch him soon. Trudgingly he traced the path that led in one direction.

Abellard continued to follow that path as she followed her heart, which seemed to be guiding her steps towards somewhere.

Then he reached a gate and entered it.

His energy is completely exhausted now. The vision was even more cloudy.

Faintly he saw the shadow of the simple girl his puja ran over.

Ah ....

Could it be that the girl was actually an angel? And now the idol of the heart is picking up his death and leading him to heaven.

Abellard smile.

Eagerly he dragged his steps towards the girl with the warm smile.

But the fireflies in his eyes increasingly covered the view. And the next second the count's gaze became pitch black with the loss of energy in both legs.

Bruk!

His body fell on the green grassy ground that felt wet.