BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 106's

Robert kicked him out, but it didn't shrink Rolan's guts. He goes to Krip's shop, trying to figure out where Marco might be.

The Krip store is indeed located at the end of Bjork, so it's only natural that not many people are wandering around. But when he realized that his surroundings were completely deserted and there were no people, Rolan knew he must have been surrounded. He realized it too late and was now in enemy territory.

Rolan retreated slowly, keeping his back from facing in the open direction, so as not to be hit from behind. He did not carry a deadly weapon.

The streets are so deserted. Empty alleys. But Rolan knew it was just a matter of time before some people showed up to finish him off.

The Krip store is still about half a kilo away.

Rolan gulped. He watched the surroundings closely, preparing to face anyone who invaded. A human? A ghost? It makes no difference. Rolan knew he could really die this morning.

There's a sound of footsteps. The voice approached. Someone appeared from the mouth in the front alley. Rolan had already pulled out the dagger he had always carried, but it was unnecessary. The one who appeared was Greyland.

Rolan could not describe how relieved and grateful he was to see one of the kidnappers in Bjork.

Jonathan Greyland is a landowner in Greyland. The territory is small, but almost all the humans under his control are sadistic killers and skilled kidnappers.

Greyland is in his forties, having two sons who are as quiet as he is. Both quiet and also without compassion. Rolan rarely interacted with Greyland because Marco rarely brought all his chosen people together as one.

Greyland has sharp eyes and a moody look. His height reached 180 centimeters. He wore shiny black shoes whose soles were tapped on the Bjork brick road.

"Doctor Rolan," Greyland said as he approached. Behind him were five long-mouthed young men with suspicious gazes, keeping a constant distance with Greyland. "Good morning. It is not uncommon to see a Doctor walking alone in Bjork. Bjork's situation is .. danger, isn't it?"

"Good day, my lord."  Rolan saw one of the people behind Greyland storing back the blood-stained dagger into its scabbard. "I didn't expect to see you. I've always wished you the best."

Greyland narrowed his eyes, then nodded slowly. "Marco's missing?"

Rolan bought astonishment. But before he could ask, Greyland had continued, "We made a deal. He'll always call me twice in the morning, to prove that he's okay. I did too, only the period was different. Today ...no news from him."

Rolan nodded in understanding. Then he thought of Robert. Did the inspector also know Marco disappeared because of such a code? Rolan. "I was just about to go to the Krip store to look for something. Any sign. Does my lord have any other ideas?"

Greyland shook his head briefly. "I came here to make sure. Seeing you on the street alone, I'm sure he's lost. Maybe in danger." He turned to leave, but then turned to Rolan again and said, "Doctor, you should not walk alone. Bjork is so dangerous, and you're so weak alone. Marco would have been hard-pressed to lose his favorite doctor."

That's if he's alive, Rolan thought. But he didn't say it. Rolan bowed his body respectfully. "Thank you for kindly advising me, my lord."

Rolan recalled one of the Greyland men whose dagger was drenched in blood, then at the man's memorial. It is clear that the instinct that gave him the danger sign was not wrong. He was threatened with danger, and could have died. It was possible that there was more than one corpse of this kind scattered around him, the corpses of the people who had wanted to kill him. It would have happened had Greyland not come.

I was really lucky, thought Rolan.

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When Jose returned his horse to the stables, he was still attacked by great confusion. His head is a little dizzy. His stomach ached and was a bit cramped as he rode very tight. Once down the stone floor that connects the stables with the garden of the house, Jose is soon invaded by Gerald and Hans.

"Little Master, we need to talk for a while," Gerald immediately pleaded.

Jose turned his head, his eyes looking at the worker with an eye-catching look. "Oh. You're Gerald. And Hans," he turned to Hans. "Why?"

"Mr Marco is gone, we have to find him. If you order, we will immediately go turn over every house in Bjork to find it, "Hans said directly because it is already senewen. The two of them searched around for Jose everywhere, but could not find the young man since morning. "If it's not resolved soon, everything will be too late. Mister Marco we can't find any more!"

"If it's gone, find it instead" said Jose in a daze. He scratched his messy black hair in the wind. "Maybe you forgot and put it somewhere. Ask George to buy you a new one."

The young man walked past his two workers, leaving Hans and Gerald looking at each other in confusion.

Far away at the end of the hallway, Jacob watched them with a frown. He could not hear what the three men were talking about, but he could see that the workers were agitated. They seem to want to do something, but they are locked in something.

His uncle, Marco, hasn't been seen since morning. That didn't surprise Jacob. Marco travels a lot. But the current condition of the house looks as if they have lost their support.

And what makes it even more surprising is, the workers are looking for Jose.

Jose in Jacob's memory is a wayward kid who likes to skip lessons because he feels the smartest. Unlike his three older brothers, Jose is difficult to manage. But his sister was the type of person who could do anything if she wanted to.

Jose can do anything well, if you want to try a little. The boy was able to ride skillfully without being taught, being able to learn French quickly once Marco threatened not to allow him to play with Maria if he failed the test. Jose also since childhood received an overflow of attention from many people because of his free behavior.

Jacob regretted Jose's attitude as if he did not care about all that and still played as he pleased. He just found out from his mother that Jose rarely went to college and was busy playing with naughty girls from South Bjork.

Jacob breathed a sigh of astonishment.

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