BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 103's

Rolan spent the morning persuading Edgar to calm down the Argent workers. Edgar did well. He managed to keep the workers from making a fuss.

"They're like bees losing their queen" Rolan lamented as Edgar managed to return the workers to their respective positions.

Edgar laughed softly. He lit a cigar and sucked it while looking at the vast land that lay before him. They were both at the back of the house, sitting on a balcony overlooking Argent's dirt road.

"That's natural" said Edgar slowly. "Sister is indeed the leader and owner of all this. Its absence makes this land like a land of non-proprietary."

"You're also an Argent" Rolan reminded. In keeping with the hierarchy, the title of Lord Argent belonged to Marco. If Marco dies, the title will be owned by Edgar because Marco is not married and has children. If Edgar dies, the title will be owned by Jacob as the first child. I suppose. In the other noble house so. But Rolan realized the Argent family did not care about such a thing. The head of the family in this house is 2. Marco takes care of the outside and the rough and dark parts in Bjork as well as in their home while Edgar takes care of the light parts on the surface. They are like two faces that complement each other.

Edgar will be able to overcome rumors and stop gossip on the surface. But without Marco, Argent's manual laborers, bouncers, loan sharks, people associated with the dark world, they would all be out of control. Maybe they will look for another master, maybe they will rebel.

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Rolan knew the calm they were experiencing now only existed for a while. And that's why he's here now, at Bjork police station.

"I don't know anything about Wallace" Robert said when Rolan visited him at the office.

Rolan smoothed his white coat, staring at the row of photos that adorned the walls of the room. He pulled a wooden chair in front of Robert's desk and sat there. "It's weird that Mr. Wallace visits you often."

Robert snorted from behind his desk. "Everyone visits me often. So, what are you going to do with that fact? You're a doctor, act like a doctor, heal the people! Stop being a detective!"

"Wo, wo, wo, relax, Robby ...,"

"Robert!" errat the man was sharp. His thick mustache twitches under his nose. His eyes stared at the bitch. "Don't you kindly give me a nickname! You and all the Argent family members, you both like to interfere! Always jump in a place that's none of your business!"

Rolan stopped looking around, his eyes staring straight at Robert's black eyes. "Well, why are you so hot? I'm just asking why Mr Wallace visits you so often?" He tapped the sole of his shoe on the wooden floor. A faint smile rose on his lips. "Why are you panicking?"

Robert kicked the table hard. Rolan must have jumped in shock if only he was not focused on thinking about the many paths he had to go without Marco.

"I'm not panicking! Catch that!" the man was angry. "I'm sick of people like you! Like Marco! Why don't you just take care of your own ass and stop sniffing around here and there? Why so greedy? Everyone has their own portion! Damkar puts out fires, doctors cure patients, police take care of crime, merchants sell products! But you want to master everything! People greedy!"

Rolan licked his own lips. Robert was the most easily provoked person he had ever met. "Calm down, Robby. We also don't like taking care of people's asses. But can't the police also find the perpetrators of the murder of our dry comrades?"

"My name! Robert!" Robert's entire face changed in color. Starting from brown, to yellow, to red, now almost purple.

"Breathe, Robby, your face starts to blue. Blue is a sign of respiratory failure." Rolan approached, giving a conspiracy-pitched whisper. "Like Mr. Wallace, he's also blue. Someone's strangling him." He started fishing.

Rolan frowned. He had just deliberately fished, coded Wallace's death in the hope that Robert would be shocked and interrogated him, questioning him about Wallace. But it turns out Robert remains defensive, he doesn't even ask what Rolan knows about Wallace.

It was as if he already knew Wallace was dead, Rolan thought.  But know where? Marco didn't tell anyone.

Robert's breathing changed faster. He grabbed the edge of the table and rested his body until he got up. His body towered up, casting a dark shadow on the still-sitting Rolan quietly. Robert looked threatening.

"You think because he doesn't exist, then you can just as easily rule here and there?" snarl. "You think a doctor like you can lead the back world? Lead Bjork? Lead police? Huh! Without the arrogant old man, all that was left of Argent was a merchant of contorted eyes, as well as a little boy who was like a jumping squat!"

Rolan fused his hands together in front, forming the position of the pyramid. His brown eyes stared intently from behind the glasses. "Where do you know what, Robby?"

"Know that you want to take over what Marco did?" Robert laughed loudly, sounding scornful. "Everybody can see what you're after! I'm a trained cop! I can see the obsession in your eyes!"

"No. What I'm asking is, how do you know that Marco doesn't exist?" Rolan frowned. "I came here because I wanted to talk about that, wanting to know where Marco was. Wanted to ask if you might know what he's investigating. Marco just didn't come home all night, so we didn't fuss about it. No one knew that Marco was missing other than the Argent Family."

Robert's face was confused. Then his eyes moved uneasily. The man growled furiously. "Everyone also knows he's missing when he sees you walking around alone with a whiz, probing here and there! I'm a cop! I know the slightest change is happening in this city!"

Rolan scratched the temple in surprise. "Squeaky. What differentiates me from yesterday today? Yesterday, at Marco's behest, I also walked alone here and there, even out of town. But you didn't think that I was moving on my own. Your powers of observation must be very sharp, Robby."

Robert clenched his lips tightly. His face turned red.

"Yes, but you're wrong" Rolan laughed. "Marco's home, really. I came here on his orders." He got up from his seat. "Marco asked me to ask you, did Wallace come for any specific information. He wanted to know what kind of information he was asking from the police. But you won't answer, yes. I'll tell him."

Robert was still silent, but Rolan caught the change in the look in his eyes. The eyes of a person who was very angry but unable to retaliate because of being held back by something. For someone as arrogant as Robert, only one can hold him back from retaliating, that is, his secret worries are exposed.

"It turns out, you're not as good as your bitch, Robby," the doctor was still fishing before walking out. "Just because I came by myself, directly deduced various conspiracies up to the planet Pluto!" He walked away laughing in a voice.

His laughter was still the same style as the previous one, a pleasant friendly laugh. But now he voices it to heat up Robert.

Now he knows where Marco is.

He will definitely be able to find the man, as long as Jose wants to obey a little and not mess up.

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