BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 15's

“I ... don't know.” Jack raised his face, displaying a sorry look. “That time he hit my shoulder, this one .. I fell down and the others came wrestling. I didn't get to see anything, Gerald helped me get up and told me to report to you first that we found him.”

“Where is it?” ask Marco again. “Is there any injured workers? Are you hurt?”

“I think, I bleed.” Jack opened his grip, revealing the blood that soaked his palm.

Jose gasped in surprise. “You should have told me from the beginning!”

Jack was young, his age had only entered sixteen this year. The waiter apologized when he heard Jose's words. “I have to report this as soon as possible, says Gerald.” He looked towards Marco fearfully. “We found it near the stables, not far from the Higgins cottage. He hides behind a pile of unused items that have not been thrown away.”

Marco sighing. “There's more you want to report?”

Jack thought for a minute, then shook his head slowly. “Nothing else.”

“Wait, he hurt you with what?” ask Jose quickly.

Marco looked at Jose with a frown, as did Jack. The skinny man did not seem to understand. “Dia, Sir?” tanyakanya. “But I think ... I guess, this wound because I fell.”

“Go to Margie's place, have her treat your wound.” Marco waving. Margie was the most senior lady in the house. “And wait until welcome before entering my room. Login before welcome is sass.”

Jack apologized, and then immediately excuse me.

“We're there?” jose asked, more of an insistence.

“Where?” reply Marco, again facing his face to the window facing the side yard.

“Certainly check! Who knows if they caught the wrong guy. Stray bums or something.”

Marco laughing. His voice sounds bad. “Jose, Jose .. haven't I told you? An Argent must remain calm in any situation. Just now you were lecturing your uncle about humanity. But you know what I saw just now? I saw an impatient little boy. So impatient even to forget about the condition of his own servant.”

Jose did not deny, knowing that he should have asked Jack's condition first, asked if anyone was injured after hearing about the struggle and pursuit that was spoken. He should care about Jack's hand grip on his shoulder. But the passion of hearing the news that the creature was caught made him forget himself. “I know, I was wrong,” he said slowly, trying to cover up the embarrassment. “I'll receive Uncle's talk while walking. Now, we're going there?”

“You still haven't learned as well apparently.” Marco walked around the table, picked up his coffee cup placed in the middle of the workbench, and sipped the contents slowly. “Did Jack say that the intruder was arrested?”

“Lho, not already arrested? Gerald sent him here because of it.”

“Gerald sent Jack here to get rid of the boy, to protect him. The boy told us the workers found the intruder. Find, not capture.” Marco sighing. “Again Jack said he didn't know. He does not know if the intruder was caught or not.”

“That's a semantic problem,” Jose menukas impatiently. “Of course find that means catch! Jack just picked the wrong word, he's not high school.”

“But you're school, Jose.” Marco put down his coffee cup, circulating his gaze around the room coldly. “You're in school, and you should know what is implied by the transmission of information. It should be, in addition to the look on your face, that you also read the direction of the story. The boy left when the workers came and wrestled. See, right? Does he know if the intruder was caught or not? Do we know?”

Jose opens his lips to argue, but resets them. Marco is right, no one knows what happened. Jack only reported half of what they wanted to know.

“Hopefully,” said Marco calmly. “Hopefully they didn't catch the wrong person.”

“No, I don't think so. Jack is injured. The scar is scarred, it's a cut from a scratch.”

“He already said that it was due to a fall,” Marco reminded.

“Who knows if he said true or not?”

“Now you've turned into doubting the servants you want to humanize?”

“All right Uncle, we're spinning again to the beginning," Jose was upset.

They kept quiet and waited for almost an hour. Jose only felt his sleepiness coming when the door was knocked for the third time from the outside.

Jose looked at Marco. The two looked at each other for a moment.

“Ink,” said Jose, a little too excited. “Come in!”

The door leaf swung in, Gerald himself standing there. Bloody cheeks.

“Gerald? Your cheek?” Jose blinked in wonder.

“It's okay, Little Master, it's just clawed,” Gerald said dashingly. His lips grinned in a smile, even though his breath was wheezing.

Jose never liked to be called the Little Lord, but for today he forgave the call. “What happened?” tanyakanya. “You caught him? Anyone hurt?”

“Yes, we caught him, Sir,” Gerald raised both his thumbs up, making Jose throw a winning gaze at Marco, even though they had bet nothing.

Gerald turned to Marco and gave a report. “We held him in the hay shed. Actually Higgins' cottage is closer, but it's still a place of grief, and we don't want to make him find anything he was looking for there.”

Jose shuddered considering the endus-sniffing activities he had seen. “He's human, right?” tanyanya.

Gerald gave a look of astonishment before nodding. “Yes, of course. He's human. We tied him up, the workers watching him. The man was being interrogated by Bernard. Well, sir, if only you had seen him. He's so wild. Biting, kicking, lunging. Fast run!”

The way Gerald tells stories is truly alive, with both big hands being moved to and fro and colorful intonation. Jose had to hold back from looking charmed. Marco would have mocked her again if he saw her fascinated by the servant's story.

“We go there now,” Marco walks up to the coat hanger next to the bookcase, picking up one that is black with a thick texture as well as a fedora hat of the same color. “Jose, are you coming?”

"Sure!"

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