BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 160's

That is Dave!

Jose ran across shrubbery and increasingly docked trees. In his hand was a short dagger. He scratched the sharp end into each tree trunk he passed as a marker so as not to get lost.

"Dave!" Jose exclaims. The leaves and twigs slapped his face and body. His shoes tracked the ground unevenly and nearly slipped a few times, but he was still able to run stably. "Dave! Answer!"

Clearwater had earlier informed him that he saw Dave walking a barrage near the tax office, heading south. When he enters the forest with his entourage, Jose hopes he can meet Dave. But after actually seeing him this time in the forest, Jose became daunted.

What if he's like Gladys?

The question came to Jose's mind strongly without being dismissed.

The moon shone cold and softly in the sky, lighting the way. Jose stopped to listen, listening to the sound of the forest. A cold wind blew between the trees, making the tip of his coat flutter gently.

The trees around him grew more sparse and slender than the old trees he had just passed, but the bushes were getting taller and bushy. Jose stepped in the dimness of the night, upholding the collar of his coat to withstand the cold, occasionally looking down to avoid the thorns that curled over it. He does not carelessly step, but while watching which path seems to be tracked down by human steps, also while scratching the sign at every bend he passes.

Everyone will be angry at him once he returns, but Jose doesn't think about that. He needs to make sure whether what he sees is Dave or not. He needs to ensure the condition of his friend.

Torfin informed him that Duke Ashington was the Solomonari who led them, not Sir William. Torfin had no idea who Sir William was. But Jose was still convinced that Sir William was indeed involved in all of this.

As per the legend, Solomonari should have no shadow. It must be because of that the servants in Sir William's house were very careful with every glass object that could reflect shadows. Jose still remembers when he and Dave came to the first party at Sir William's house, his friend moving his wine glass around the room, as if peeking at the shadows of each guest through his glass. What if it's that trivial gesture that puts Dave's life at risk?

The Scholomance people already admitted that they created the golems. But Torfin did not know about the undead or the dried corpse. They say they just stole bodies from graves. So the Higgins thing and the Gladys thing is definitely not their responsibility.

Jose swung his dagger to cut down the plants that blocked the path. He stopped when he finally saw the figure he recognized standing still in a rather airy place, under the moonlight shower.

"Dave?" call Jose lirih. Voice broke.

Yeah, it was Dave. He is known for his long curly hair, his street coat embroidered with Dominic's coat, and sparkling gold tie pins reflecting moonlight. The tie pin was a gift from Lady Lidya Jewel.

Dave let out a foul scent that could be smelled from five meters away. His face was haggard, his eye sockets were concave, his cheeks were deflated like an old man. No more trace of flamboyant lady seduction on that look.

At least I'll be able to take the body home and bury it properly. Jose pulled out the dagger he had hidden behind his shoes. Now both hands each hold a dagger in a prepared pose. He can do it. He should be able to. Gladys once managed to overcome, so Dave certainly can too. At least I will be able to bring reassurance to his family, to the people of Dominic, as well as to Lady Lidya.

"I'm sorry, Dave!" Jose took a breath, rounding out a determination. "It might hurt, but I'll set you free!"

"Jo .. se?"

Jose nodded in surprise. "You know me?" He lowered his hands and kept the dagger deftly, then rushed to Dave as fast as he could. His hopes soared so fast that his throat felt choked.

The undead should not speak. The undead cannot remember me!

His doubts dissipated as soon as he saw that Dave's eyes were still shining, still radiating life.

As soon as Jose got to Dave's side, staring at his sunken face and chapped lips that were blackened from the wound, the friend immediately collapsed. Jose had caught him, pulled him back to lean on him. Dave really stinks. A mixture of sweat and human feces, as well as blood.

"I'll take you home," Jose ignored it all. He could feel the heartbeat of his friend. Dave is alive and breathing. That's all that matters. A sense of relief overpowered Jose, making him feel stronger. He whispered thanksgiving, then confirmed again, "I'll take you home to Bjork now!"

Dave groaned, sobbing, muttering something that could not be heard from being blown away by the wind. Jose pulls Dave's arm up to his shoulder, rubbing it. "You can walk, right?" tanyanya. "Grow your feet. If we get to the castle, there will be many stronger people who can take you. Hold on until we get there. Oh, there's Doctor Rolan there too. There's drinks, food ..."

"There's a gun and there's a warm fire" Jose continued, pretending not to look. He twisted his legs, dragging Dave's body which was about to lose consciousness in the other direction. He felt his coat, looked for a compass, then swore in his heart when he could not find it. It must have fallen when he ran. His heart is beating fast. The cold creeps into the bones. His feet moved stiffly dragging Dave. Through the tail of his eyes, Jose saw the creature inching closer. He could see it more clearly now: the creature's long thin hands and its giant, long-nailed fingers.

Since when was he there? He followed me?

Jose didn't want that question answered. He did not care since when the creature was watching him, all he wanted now was to return to his entourage.

"Dave, wakeup!" jose whispered, shuffling the body. Dave was a little taller than her and bigger, getting that half-conscious body just made her tired. Especially if Dave really fainted.

His shoes stomped on the ground and grass with a strange sound, it felt like stepping on dozens of insects. Jose wouldn't look down to see what he was tracking. His eyes focused on looking ahead, brushing bushes after bushes. He had gone far enough from where he had come. Jose made a map in his head, imagining another route to return to the path he had marked. "Dave, curse you!" Jose cursed as the man's weight increased. Dave was completely unconscious. He dragged a stubborn step, vowing not to leave his friend in this frozen forest.

The wind blew hard, making Jose's hair fall apart. The leaves swayed noisily above, it felt like he was surrounded by endless whispers. Then there's that buzz, that long psychic buzz that's interfering in the head. Jose blinked his eyes tightly and shook his head, trying to shake off the wave after wave of buzz that entered his ears. Free. Psychic buzz is getting noisier. Jose even felt the buzz begin to form a word, shouting his name.

Jose.

Argent's?

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the ONES that sift through ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ __________________________________________________________

although not yet painful

not yet frettedly fretted: sideloaded, fidelodder, ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ______________________________________________________________

Jose did not want to stop to permeate the sentences that were shouted to his head. It rises the folds of the ground, moving to higher ground. The temperature is getting colder now. The tips of his fingers froze so that he had to grip David's arm tightly so as not to drop him while walking.

*H.ES.Airport2e ⁇ is a s.p.a., Jose. LUFTAPINGFENCEFRINGEMENT.FROM SULTRAHNYA SAGA RHYMES.FOLDENFOLD, ⁇ t, sidelong, sidelong here.

LUHE SULTRAHENGENZAPAI SULTRAHENGAI SENGALAH SENGALUNGA PENDANT ⁇ t sidelapai southeasterna.

LUHE SULTRAHENGENZAPAI SULTRAHENGAI SENGALAH SENGALUNGA PENDANT ⁇ t sidelapai southeasterna.

LUHE SULTRAHENGENZAPAI SULTRAHENGAI SENGALAH SENGALUNGA PENDANT ⁇ t sidelapai southeasterna.

"LOOK!"

Jose was shocked and made a mistake. He looked to the right, toward the voice.

Exactly half a meter beside him was a mushroom giant that had been following. The shape is really like a bridal hood mushroom. Skin's wrinkled. But the giant mushroom had strong, dry roots that were like those of a banyan tree, roots that twisted the pale faces of humans. The faces smiled at Jose and opened their empty mouths together.

N. r.f.ed s.f.a.ed s.pa.ing is, s.h.f.a.f.ed is that he s.f.a.f.a.f.a.f.a.f.a.f., he s.f.a.d.espa.s.spa.s.siping is s.f.f.s.s.s.s e.s.s.finger is a s.f.s.finger is a.

There is no time to react. Jose closed his eyes when another longer and stronger hum hit him, causing his head to be pierced with intense pain. Her chest feels hot.

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