BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 135's

Sunlight permeated through the roof of the tower dome made of stained glass. The roof was dirty, but light could still barge in, illuminating the inside of the tower that actually contained only a stone staircase without a sliver.

Marco sat leaning against the wall of the tower beside the steel door with a dull, dirty short sword lying beside him, chewing on candy. He still has two more packs in his pants pocket. The candy is not filling, but it helps him keep his sugar intake and makes him stop trembling.

Embarrassing, he thought as he gripped his hand that had been experiencing tremors since. He blamed his own age for the tremors he was experiencing, unwilling to admit that the tremors were a remnant of the horror and terror that afflicted him overnight. He did not sleep and his hands trembled so much that he could no longer even grasp a sword. Now his head ached and his muscles ached from being forced to work all night, but at least the tremor subsided a little as soon as the sun warmed his body.

The door to the outside could still open if he stepped on the right tile, but it would close as soon as Marco left his place. He had tried to use the corpse of a smiling youth as a tile ballast, but it was free. Marco also tried using one of the dead bodies of the other young man as a door wedge by rolling it like Nolan as soon as the door opened, but the human body was too soft to be odd. As soon as the door slammed shut again, the corpse was squeezed crumpled until it broke into two parts.

Marco did not feel guilty seeing the mess he was making. According to him, a dead person is the same as a carcass or other non-living goods. No need to stare at the corpse. Especially if the corpse belongs to someone who when alive had wanted to harm him.

Marco realized the workings of this castling tower. To get out of the tower, he needed someone's sacrifice. One had to stay inside the tower, step on the tiles and keep the door open. However he had no such person, which meant he could not get out through the door of the tower.

Marco sighed tiredly and gently massaged his aching leg.—ia had tried to resist the first time she was taken to prison when she was with Nolan, and that left his right ankle with a powerful punch with a metal stick. Not broken and not cracked, Marco has examined it, but the pain is still there. Her bruises are now discolored and swollen.

Tin sticks. The one who hit him was obviously Charles. Only that guy likes to walk around carrying a tin cane.

Marco drew the short sword he had placed at his side, which was already dirty covered in fat and dried blood, then used it as a pedestal to get up. As long as there was no burden to protect anyone, he would investigate this castle himself.

Marco pulled his body to wake up. He smoothed his waistcoat, combed his silver hair with his fingers, then stepped slightly limping past the corpse of one of the unsightly-smelling mute youths as well as the wisp of flesh and blood left behind by a black ghost. He climbed up the stone steps in the tower slowly, while humming a little.

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Robert could not describe his relief and annoyance as soon as he saw Marco emerge from the secret door. He was just about to check Marco's condition because he heard a black ghost was accidentally released last night to hunt the man. He thought he would find Marco in a state of madness or disability, but he did not. Miraculously, Marco looked perfectly fine.

"Pick me up, Robert?" Marco smiled a faint smile. His posture was relaxed with body weight charged on one leg, but his grip on the sword hilt groaned in alarm.

Robert nodded stiffly. "I was asked to take you, and you better obey."

"asked? By Charles? Or Sir William?"

Robert did not need to ask where Marco could get those names from. He knew that the man would have been able to deduce what had really happened. "You'll find out later" he said. "I tried hard enough to be allowed to pick you up alone."

Robert is not sure. He examines Marco from top to bottom, noticing that although he is grungy and full of dirt, he can still look like a noble. "You're hungry" he said. "It's the second day you don't eat. You've done nothing in that tower, and you're hurt, too. You don't have the strength to fight while I'm carrying a revolver. Rest assured Argent, I will not hesitate to use it this time. Even if I had to drag you in a dying state, I would still carry you upstairs. So you better not make me take the hard road. Make it easier for you and me."

"Why should I make it easy for you?" marco replied calmly, he stepped slowly closer to Robert. "I'd rather die fighting than die giving up."

"You're not going to die!" Robert menukas short, annoyed. "I won't let you die."

Marco laughed short. "How is it? I will remain human. You want to make me immortal?"

"Don't be a moron. I mean, I'm not gonna let you get killed!" Robert was angry. He was always annoyed every time he talked to Marco. The man always criticized and questioned every word he used, discussing his diction literally. "Here you go, I know you're half-dead curious about who brought you here! Come with me now and act like a good boy! Leave the sword!"

"You're not gonna let me get killed?" repeat Marco carefully. "So somebody up there wants to kill me?"

"You obviously know about that. They'll use you as a mash, as a sacrifice."

Marco expected it. "Why me?" tanyanya. He thought for a while, then changed the question, "What should I grow up with?"

"There is no special reason. The perfect tumbar is infidel. Everyone knows you don't believe in God." Robert grunting. "You want to come or I need to shoot your leg shell first?"

Marco found this interesting, so he threw out his sword and said haughtily, "With or without you, I will indeed go up."

"Smart," scorned Robert. His mustache twitched as he held back a laugh. "Without me, you'd be dead."

"I wasn't with you when I was inside that tower" Marco said, turning his head to the door beside him. "But you saw for yourself I survived. Scrupulous."

Thas right. Robert was at a loss for words. Finally he just grunts. "You'd better pretend to be crazy or in shock. That'll make things easier." He turned first towards the elevator, then stood beside the driving lever and waited for Marco who, though limping, still tried to walk with his shoulders upright.

"And why don't you want me killed, Robert?" ask Marco when he arrives. Sweat spots adorned his forehead. To walk with sore feet without complaining or frowning was a struggle in itself for him. "You're starting to like me? It feels impossible."

Robert waited until Marco entered the elevator cage before pulling the lever and jumping inside. "I have no reason to let you get killed" he said rather loudly, keeping his voice audible even though it was so noisy around them. "I'm here to end the killing!"