BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 122

When they finished the dance, some people came to praise. Maria herself is still hard to believe Jose is so good at guiding. Waltz may be a difficult dance for some people, but it will actually be quite easy if a male dance partner is good at stepping. Women just follow. And Mary didn't feel like she was dancing, she was just like a normal step. That was awesome for him.

"You're smart," he said.

Jose smiled a little. "Newly know? Where have you been all this time?" whispered. His cheerful face turned grim and cold in an instant as soon as Sir William walked past a few people with ease, approaching them. The song turned into a ballad.

"Lord, he'll take you dancing" Jose said.

"And I will accept it, it is impolite to refuse the host's invitation" said Maria calmly.

"Will you do something for me?" whispered Jose slowly. "Track her foot or kick her shins when she spins."

Maria laughs. "Don't be silly, ah. I don't understand why you're so sorry for him."

"I think he's weird" Jose said seriously.

Maria did not respond. Sir William finally arrived in front of them. The man looked at them with a friendly smile. "Beautiful dance" he said. He was facing Jose. "Can I borrow Miss Garnet for one dance?"

Jose glanced at Maria. "Only if he's willing."

Maria is ready. They descended to the dance floor, and Jose walked across the room towards the balcony. Clearwater was looking for wine, Marsh had already drawn one girl to dance with, and Simon had a conversation with someone else. Some people noticed him while walking to the balcony, but no one dared to approach or greet him. Jose grateful. He does not want to serve anyone in his current condition. This room makes Jose nauseous. He felt the longer he was in this house, the more his head would hurt.

Jose thought all this was just his feelings. He thinks he's still haunted by Gladys' shadow, so his smell sensors are compromised. But the longer he became convinced that he was not wrong. Something is wrong with this house. This castle feels confusing. There was a scent of blood everywhere trying to be covered with so many roses. The money poked his nose, making Jose's eyes sore.

On the balcony, he took a deep breath and inhaled the night air a lot. He was supposed to look for Clearwater and ask her about Dave, but Jose felt his head suddenly dizzy. He only drank a small glass of wine just now, and what he was feeling right now was not drunk. He's quite strong drinking. But it could have been the drink that caused his head to dizzy now. Without a second thought, Jose put one finger deep into his mouth, forcing himself to spit out the drink he swallowed tonight.

After vomiting it turns out everything is not so much better as Jose thought. He staggered to the balcony pillar, leaning his temple there. His eyes stared pushyly into the room, at Sir William and Mary who were dancing slowly.

The sight made him angry. He wanted to grab Sir William's shoulder and pluck his annoying eyeballs.

Jose rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand. He banged his temple plan against the cold pillar, trying to rearrange his emotions.

It's decision. He himself decided to come with Mary here. He should be able to control himself.

Jose refocused his goal. He can't waste time. It's been a full day Marco's been missing. If the uncle does not appear any longer, the underworld can falter. Many things will go out of control. All he has to confirm at the moment is whether Sir William was involved in Marco's disappearance.

Jose turned his head left and right, making sure no one was looking at him. Then like a Ninja, Jose jumps up to the arms of the balcony and climbs to the third floor. The first floor is the living room and the servant's room. The second floor of the recreation room, guest rooms, as well as the atrium for parties. Jose knew that the master's room was on the third floor. When he was a child, he and Maria played here. The castle has been empty for several years, and the two like to venture out for a guts test, pretending there are ghosts lurking around.

Jose smiled at a glance remembering the past. Who would have thought he would come back here as an adult, looking for a real ghost.

Marco didn't take the torch. There's no time. He was afraid that the elevator would go down faster than expected, so he pulled Nolan's shoulder, dragging him into the opening that appeared on the wall. As soon as they stepped on the second rung of the stairs, the stone door again shifted, closing their entrance.

Marco lifted the oil lamp he was still carrying, finding another lever on the inner side of the wall.

So Robert is hiding here, he thought. Does he really know the secret roads here or just happen to find them like me?

Nolan stared blankly at the swivel staircase leading downwards. The light beam did not reach the bottom of the stairs, so he simply stared at the stone steps leading into the darkness.

The stairs are so steep and narrow, with no handles or walls on the left and right sides.

Marco did not see any stones around him, so he reached into his pants pocket, took out a piece of candy from there, and threw it down the stairs. He was silent and waiting. A long time later, there was a very slow impact sound. The candy finally filled the floor.

"The base is quite far," Marco reminded. He passed by Nolan smoothly, now standing one step below the girl. "Be careful your feet. You can hold on to me so you don't fall. This ladder is too steep."

Nolan stared into the darkness on his left and right sides, then at the silver-haired man in front of him. There is no point in arguing in a situation like this. So, for the first time in Nolan's life, the girl obeyed the order without arguing.

At first Nolan hesitated to hold on to what. Then he put his palm hesitatingly onto Marco's shoulder. The man was obviously old, Nolan estimated his age must be in his fifties. But Marco's body is still firm and his shoulders feel stocky. The man's movements seemed to still be in his prime age. Nolan automatically compares it to his grandfather's thin, dry shoulder and gnawed at the disease.

They stepped down slowly in silence. Marco stopped occasionally to make sure the steps he was about to climb were still sturdy, and Nolan took a longer time looking at the man's back and noticing Marco's silvery hair.

"You always carry candy in your pocket?" ask Nolan to break the silence. The longer they remained silent, he was afraid of being swallowed by darkness.

Marco raised his face upwards. Not looking at Nolan, but looking at the ceiling. The light did not reach upwards, so he could only see the darkness.

But there was a hint just now. Nolan's voice echoed, as if they were in a domed roof. Marco smiled slightly, having guesses in the building the part where they were now. And if the conjecture is correct, they will soon be free.

He reached into his pants pocket, took out another pack of candy and held it out to Nolan, thinking the girl asked because she wanted one.

"I am not asking" said Nolan, embarrassed, but accepted the gift anyway. "I'm just wondering why you brought so much sweet food."

"I like sweet food" Marco said. He remained silent for a long time, then continued speaking to estimate the distance by measuring the echo of his voice, "There was a jar of candy on my desk, and Jose often slipped to pick it up. She thinks I did keep the candy for her or for my other niece."

"When is that for you?" Nolan asked amusedly.

"Of course." There was laughter in Marco's tone of voice.

And for a moment, Nolan felt the man was not as thick as he had once thought. Even Nolan realized, his resentment was slowly fading. He felt Marco was a reliable man, and he was grateful for the man's whereabouts.