BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 136's

The elevator turned out to be noisier than Marco thought. From the outside it will not sound anything, but if it is in the cage greetings, the noise is very clear. Metal collides with metal, serrated wheels rotate from inside the castle walls, pulleys creak.

Robert looked at Marco from the side, watching the man intently until the one being stared at felt uneasy.

"I'm not married" said Marco calmly, with eyes looking straight ahead, "but I assure you, I still like women."

"If I could tear your mouth out" Robert snarled. "I'm just wondering how you survived that monster!"

Marco grunting. "The monster? If that's what you call a monster, I can't imagine how your expression looks at a real monster."

"I've seen it now." Robert nodded his head, unable to cover his sense of herding. "I've seen it now Argent, he's standing next to me right now."

Marco just smiled knot.

He couldn't have told Robert his experience all night. Black ghosts are disgusting and horrible. Not even a bullet can drop it. Marco already thought he would die when he realized the ghost was avoiding the fire. Even after he found a way to burn it, the black ghost still did not die. He slashed and stabbed and mutilated the monster overnight because the scattered body was always reunited and chased after him until morning came. As soon as the sun reached the bottom of the tower, the ghost melted with a disgusting hiss like ice doused in hot water.

Marco kept his experience deep in his head. He won't tell anyone. The shadow of last night's events could still leave him paralyzed in horror if imagined. Only his luck and determination kept him safe. And Marco doesn't want to ruin both of those things by telling stories. Nor will he tell you that he is still always overshadowed by the creeping figure, as if the figure is still behind his back.

Marco is a man with very high self-esteem. He will not let others know that he was frightened by the creature. Weakness should be kept tight in the heart.

Robert stood still, now seemingly thinking of something.

"How long up?" ask Marco wonder. Their elevators run quite slowly, sometimes even faltering.

"Fifteen to twenty minutes. Take it easy, even though it looks broken, this thing is quite sturdy. The drive wheels are also always maintained, so they won't get stuck."

Marco is not worried about that. He turned his head, then in one breath pulled his dagger from his waist, pulled Robert's arm, and twisted it to the floor with the tip of the knife stuck to the man's neck.

Robert is down. His stomach was attached to the elevator floor, with Marco's knees pressing against his body, holding him there. His right arm is twisted behind his back.

For a while Robert was still dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on. Then he shouted furiously, "Are you crazy, Argent? Whaaat! You are! Crazy one?! Unhand me!"

Marco had snatched Robert's revolver, now sticking his cold snout to the man's temple. He had saved the knife again. "Idiot" he said coldly. "It's just a moron who shows off how many weapons he keeps but doesn't keep them properly. You're this stupid to want to protect me? Even the Southern boy did it better."

Robert breathed quickly in anger. His face was red. His eyes were glaring like they were about to fall.

"I've always told you, Robert, your kindness will be your weapon" Marco continued, pressing his knee harder against Robert's back because the man was in a rage. "You said you were here for a private investigation, but I still remember seeing you screaming in the woods, making monsters. You, Charles Hastings, Xavier Hastings. Still trying to dodge?"

"I had to!" Robert snorted. The veils on his face are sticking out. Floor dust was flying around his face due to the nasal breathing. "They suspect me! They still don't believe it! I have to do it so they believe I'm their part too! But the creature we created could do nothing, that kind would vanish by itself once out of the forest!"

Marco frowned. "How many types are there?"

"Take me off! You don't have to do this, I'll answer you!"

Marco laughing. It does not relax its torsion. "Who did you forget who you were talking to? Do you think I'm a meek man who would believe in the pleas of others?"

***

Clearwater came an hour after Mr. Stuart arrived. Jose meets him alone in the guest room, not wanting to involve his friend with the Bjork mystery he is investigating.

"I have to go home as soon as possible" Clearwater said softly, refusing to sit down. The man's face was still as dark as usual. "My people are waiting in Clearwater."

"I understand, Luke," said Jose calmly. He waved at George who was in the room, asking him to leave. George did as he was told. "I won't keep you here long. Where did you see Dave?"

"Near the tax office," Clearwater said. His voice was monotonous and cold. If he didn't know him, Jose would think the man was talking in a bored manner, but he knew the opposite was true. His friend was quite excited. A bored Clearwater could not possibly speak more than one word. "I called him. Repeatedly. But he didn't look. I'm on the train heading to the party, so don't get off. Maybe my voice doesn't sound to him."

Jose creeps. "Near the tax office? Did he walk to South Bjork?"

Clearwater thought for a moment. "Maybe. I don't know. It does lead there, but I don't know if he's really there."

Inevitably, Jose remembered Gladys' corpse. "What's his body's attitude? You see his face clearly?"

"He walked .. gontai. Little weird. I see his face quite clearly." Clearwater breathed. "I didn't come down because she was weird. I'm sure he's Dave, but I also wish I was wrong. Road's sucked. Eyes empty. I should have gotten off the train. But I don't feel like being around her that way."

"You told Lady Lidya Jewel?"

Clearwater. "Not familiar with him. Not want. He's chatty."

Jose laughed at hearing that. Compared to Clearwater who only spoke a word or two, Lidya was like a broken dam. "Who knows you saw Dave? Besides me?"

"Adrians. Simon's."

Jose nodded. "Is there anything else you see?"

"It's just that." Clearwater remained silent for a while. His gray eyes looked at Jose deeply. "I heard the news. Your uncle's missing."

Jose shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "He is always lost. Maybe tomorrow we'll be home. Who did you hear from?"

"Spencer." Clearwater wore his hat, a sign that he was going home. "Outside a lot of news about Marquis Argent. Bad news. The nobles are restless. You be careful, Jose. If you need help, call. I'm gonna come. Anytime, anywhere."

Jose nodded. They hugged briefly, then Jose escorted Clearwater to his carriage ahead. Like Greyland, Clearwater also brought his own bodyguards. Five cold-eyed men who looked accustomed to killing stood in a row welcoming them.

"Hopefully your path is expanded" Jose said before the train doors closed.

"May your house be protected" Clearwater responded politely. Then the door of the carriage closed and the carriage slowly walked out of the Argent region. The men's guards walked on the side of the carriage.

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