BLOODY LOVE'S
Episodes 118

They are under the chapel castle, according to Marco. He recalled that on Mount Bjork there was a castle built for the living of the lonely nobleman, Duke Ashington. The castle was later remodeled into a chapel when the Duke decided to house missionaries fleeing the Christian hunt of the time.

Marco could see the Duke's coat of arms imprinted in many places, even in his basement.

They got out of the prison safely. No one stood guard at the door. A long hallway without lighting greeted them. Marco walked first with a step settles, Nolan behind him. The only weapon they have is Marco's knife. Nolan thought about finding his own weapon, but he saw nothing useful. They were confined to a long, shabby and cold stone corridor.

The stone passage turned to the right, then they faced the old elevator as the only way up. The elevator has no doors. It looks like a metal cage. Two fire torches were placed on the right and left sides of the elevator. There was a large, long lever on the right side of the stone wall that Marco guessed served as the regulator of the pulley system. Duke Ashington is an eccentric.

Nolan looked at the elevator with a frown. He did not like to see the creepy shape, and he also did not know what tools they were facing. Confused that they had only been silent in front of the elevator, Nolan intended to find another way. He turned around, faced directly with the muzzle of the weapon.

Marco turned his body as soon as he felt the air of the existence of others.

Sloppy, it's in my heart. Supposedly upon seeing that the empty elevator had stopped on this floor, he realized that whoever had come down with the elevator must not have returned to the top.

Marco reached out one hand to the front of Nolan, making the boy retreat to the back of his back. In front of them was now a revolver, and behind the revolver, Inspector Robert stared at them wryly. He was not wearing his uniform, only wearing ordinary clothes under a long black robe that covered his body.

"How did you escape?" snarl.

Marco glanced left and right, looking for the whereabouts of others. Is Robert alone?

"Thank you both hands beside your head, no suspicious movements. Back to prison," Robert orders coldly.

Marco raised both his hands obediently, then placed them behind his head. While doing so, he moved his finger, signaling Nolan who was behind him.

Nolan caught the mark, and directly lunged forward without hesitation. He screamed, thrusting the top of his head into Robert's stomach.

At the same time, Marco snatches the weapon from Robert's hands. The concentration of the inspector broke when he was about to decide which one to take care of. He was hit by Nolan. They were on the stone floor. Nolan hit, clawed, poked wildly. Robert clung the boy to a roll, while Marco chuckled. Revolver has moved into his hands.

"Hey, this is my gun" he said, still laughing amusedly. "You returned it? Very good."

Nolan rolled in the darkness, slithering back slowly to Marco's back. His cheeks were red because they were covered. He glared with a hostile look at Robert— who stood with breathless breath and looked at the two of them with annoyance.

"Well, Robert, things are turning around now." Marco smiled.

"I just found out that Marco Argent is going to be friends with a South slum!" Robert spit.

"I'll even be friends with the devil if need be" Marco said calmly. The muzzle of the revolver is pointed carefully at Robert. His eyes watched the man's movements. "It's not the devil you're making, I mean."

Robert nodded slowly. "You screwed things up, you know that?"

"Honestly, I don't know. And you better explain what's going on here."

"Just shoot him, then we'll go!" nolan's provocation with a hoarse voice. He had hated the man ever since he heard Robert call him 'The Slum of the South'.

Robert grimacing. He rubbed his injured cheek from Nolan's scratch. "He wouldn't do that, son. You know why? Because the sound of his shot will invite the suspicion of others. Everyone will know Marco Argent is here. You might be able to shoot me, but on top of that there are more people you're going to face. And they're not as good as me."

Marco raises next to his eyebrows, capturing the double meaning of Robert's speech. "Oh? So if we use this elevator to ride, we'll get caught?"

Marco looked at Robert a long time ago. "The egg is empty" he said. "Above there are only two or three people right? I got a revolver with three bullets in here. One for you, one for the one waiting at the top, the other for the monster of your creation."

"It's not my creation!" sergeant Robert was angry. His face turned red and his breathing grew faster. "In your revolver only three bullets remain! And the people up there are more than you know!"

"So you mean, would I rather stay here?"

"Piercing there in prison," snorted Robert.

Marco laughing. He kept his revolver behind his belt. "Alright, go back there to your new employer."

Robert held his back. His eyes glinted in anger. "I'm Robert Dawson!" snapped it. "And I'm nobody's slave!"

Marco smiled, but said nothing. He let Robert walk past him. Robert watched the surroundings vigilantly, ready to welcome Nolan crashing down again. But the boy remained silent beside Marco, though his face was disheveled and confused. As soon as Robert was two steps behind him, Marco turned around and nailed Robert stubbornly.

"That's it" Marco said as Robert turned to him with a vexed and demanding look. "That's because you didn't say anything to me before."

Robert grunting. He lowered the elevator lever. The serrations in the castle moved, making the elevator cage shake slowly. Robert jumped into it, letting himself be dredged up.

"Why did you let him go?" nolan was confused.

"Because above danger" said Marco calmly. He grabbed one of the torches on the wall and checked the empty space left by the elevator. "If we ride in elevators, the ones we're going to face are the ones who are more evil than the ones who catch us. I can be made disabled and you can die. Didn't you just listen?"

"That's just the shit!" Nolan coughed because his throat hurt.

"No. He said it right." Marco tapped on the wall, looking for something. Anything. Duke Ashington is eccentric and loves secret rooms, strange mechanisms, and puzzles. Maybe they'll find another way out. "He gave us a lot of information just now. Can't you catch him?"

Nolan. "Of course I heard!" his voice was hoarse, but he was still insistent on talking because he did not want to be ridiculed by Marco. "She said the bullets in your gun wouldn't be enough, so the person on top must be more than three, and they didn't actually know we were here. If they find out, it's bad because they're evil and it'll kill me if we ride in that stupid cage to go up. He denied the monster was his creation, so he didn't go along with the creation of the black ghost. He said he wasn't anyone's slave, which meant he wasn't a master. He's not part of any group that catches us! You think I'm stupid?"

Marco looked astonished. His face looks amazed. "Gee. I didn't think you could use logic well. Salute the family who taught you."

Nolan puffed out his chest proudly, but still maintained an exasperated expression. "What if he comes down and brings a lot of people here? Why do you trust him?"

Marco laughing. He still felt and knocked on the stone wall. "believe it? I'm Marco Argent. I don't trust anyone but myself."

Nolan crossed his arms in front of his chest in annoyance. Does every Northman have to say his full name if he wants to say something?

He still remembers how Jose mentioned his own name in the same vein when stating that he could call the police to the South because he was Jose Argent. Then just now, the man named Robert also mentioned his full name when declaring himself.

I'll try it next time, inner Nolan. He arranged the words he would say in his heart.

Me? I am Nolan da South, he thought to himself. I will butcher down anyone who dares to insult and call me a slum!

He had no last name, so he used the name of his residence: da South or from the South.

After thinking about it again, Nolan felt that the idea was ridiculous.