BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 131

Greyland came to pick me up in a chariot drawn on six horses. Horses are faster than most new cars that can only reach a maximum speed of forty kilos per hour. Especially six horses.

Along with Greyland there were also ten tall young men with sharp gazes who served as bodyguards. None of the ten had spoken since they came to Argent's house.

Greyland glanced at Rolan at a glance, giving him a look that seemed to say, "It turns out you're still safe."

Rolan returned the gaze with a polite nod.

While waiting for Edgar to say goodbye to Renata and Rolan, Greyland approached Jose. "Mr Stuart wants to meet" he said. The man's tone and demeanor reminded Jose of one of his best friends, Lucas Clearwater. These two people had the same sharp gaze, which said that they were the serious type of person with every threat.

"I've heard it from Krip, too, but I haven't had time to contact Mr. Stuart" Jose replied.

"I can help you with that. Tomorrow he'll come. If you're willing."

"I'll thank you if Mr. Stuart is willing to come" said Jose calmly, noting that Greyland added the part if you were willing to just stick it out for good manners. Greyland's speech just now looks more like an insistence. Greyland has decided that Mr. Stuart will come tomorrow. Jose doesn't mind. He wanted to see that man.

Greyland nodded in satisfaction. He turned his face, seeing that Edgar was ready to leave. "When we meet again, Jose Argent."

"May your path be expanded, Lord Greyland," Jose replied solemnly to the greeting.

Greyland went away from her to say goodbye to Renata. He nodded at Jacob as a greeting, then along with Edgar stepped into the carriage. Ten of his guards split into two. Five in the Greyland carriage and five in the other horse carriage.

They left with the noise and the roaring of a noisy horse.

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Susan, Edna, and Dale walked out of the house in plain clothes plus an outer coat.

"We better not split up" Dale said as Susan proposed the idea. The butler fixed the location of his slumped glasses. "Bjork at night is very dangerous. The patrol police are home, so we can't count on anyone but each other. Anyway it'll be a hassle if we split up because we'll have a hard time communicating if we get into trouble."

Edna agrees. He felt uncomfortable on the road this late. No sound, no shadow of man. Even vagabonds and comfort women hide out as the police patrols complete their final rotation. It was like they were in a dead city.

"Where does Miss usually travel?" ask Edna.

"On Lake Brich. Miss used to be there to see Mr. Jose Argent."

Dale nodded. "We try to get there."

The three ran quickly down the street, with watchful eyes looking around. White steam drifted from the nose and mouth of the three of them every time they breathed. The night air was so cold it bit the skin, penetrated into the bones. They reached the lake shortly afterwards, but did not find Mary.

The wind was blowing coldly and the clouds were moving slowly away from the moon. Its silvery rays give color at night. Susan quit. He opened his eyes wide. Just now, he felt like he saw a shadow of a figure in a white dress sitting leaning behind a tilia tree that was in front of the lake.

Susan didn't know whether her eyes played an illusion or not. They had already checked around the lake and had not found Maria. It made no sense that the girl had suddenly appeared there.

But Susan was willing to rely on anything, even on illusions, if it meant she could find her daughter's master.

"That's Miss!" Susan cried out trembling. Without waiting for an answer from both Dale and Edna, Susan ran back to the lake. His head was like a balloon blown to the maximum. He felt light but also light. His chest was burning because he was running so fast. The side of his stomach was pierced with cramping.

He stumbled as soon as he reached the grass that enveloped the area around the lake. His eyes caught a figure in a white dress with honey brown hair. No doubt, it was Maria.

"Miss!" exclaim Susan. His voice broke from fear. It was like seeing Mary with someone. There was another figure there, his silhouette tall, was bowing beside Maria. The first person to appear in Susan's shadow was Jose, considering the place under the tilia tree was Jose and Maria's favorite place. However it was impossible for a member of the Argent family who was strict on manners to meet the honorable family girl at night secretly in a deserted place. Susan is getting upset. "Miss! Miss!"

Mary did not answer. A few strands of her brown hair flew in the wind. Susan ran faster. He heard the footsteps of Edna and Dale behind him. The voice strengthened Susan's heart.

The wind blows again. This time the moon was covered in clouds. At a glance, Susan felt that the black silhouette was moving a little, but she could not see too clearly because her gaze was blurred by tears.

As soon as Susan reached the spot, the moon reappeared, revealing the sleeping Mary leaning against the tilia tree. The girl was alone.

Susan looked to the right and left in confusion, seeing that no one was there. Edna and Dale have followed. Both look confused.

"When is Miss here?" Dale opened his coat and put it on Mary's body.

"So we checked this place out!" Edna exclaimed in wonder, but also in joy.

"What matters now, is that we bring Miss back," said Susan trembling, not daring to say what she saw just now. Maybe he just mislooked. "More hours here, I'm afraid Miss caught a cold."

Dale raised Mary's body carefully, trying not to wake her up. They walked away from the lake. The sound of stepped grass made its own music that night.

"Maybe Miss is walking while sleeping," said Edna quietly, still unable to understand what happened. But he was grateful his daughter's master did not become one of the missing people in Bjork. "Tomorrow we should call the doctor."

"There's a good thing Bjork is so quiet" Susan chimed in, not liking the silence of the road they were walking. "At least, no one saw our Miss in this condition. Thank goodness no one dared to come out this late."

As soon as the last word finished sliding from Susan's lips, they heard the sound of so many horseshoes and the rattles of chariot wheels, it sounded like a passing storm. As if fate had deliberately mocked Susan, a chariot passed in front of her so tightly followed by another similarly tight horse-drawn carriage.

The chariot was black, with a golden horse emblem standing gallantly on the back legs of the Greyland family lit on its door. The sais of the two horse carriages did not look in their direction at all. The train window was closed so that no one could see who was inside. In just an instant, the two horse carriages had already walked away, disappearing at the end of the road, leaving only the echo of the scroll of the wheels crushing the stone paving.

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