BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 182

Jose knew that Rolan was quietly listening from behind the bedroom door. After dying several times, he felt his senses sharpen. But Jose did not think Nolan could also be aware of the presence of Rolan, even though the doctor was so expert in disguising the existence.

"Where do you know?" whispered.

"Ah, he's leaving now." Nolan smiled amusedly. He tapped the tip of his own nose with his thumb. "My nose is pretty good."

Jose laughed, understanding Nolan was replying. He returned his gaze forward, toward Mary. "You can stay here, right? I'll send people to Garnet's mansion, all of you pick up Susan."

Maria nodded, knowing that her family would give her permission easily. "It would be better if you called too."

"definitely. That was my intention."

Marsh is not flirting this time because he knows how tough the situation is. "Simon will be involved?" tanyakanya. "You're gonna tell him everything?"

Jose thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Simon's skills aren't here. The right person in the wrong place can ruin things." He thought about dealing with Baron Spencer and the Hastings brothers, and continued, "i'm gonna need his help on some other business."

"Then we better get home and get ready, '" Clearwater scoffed. "Gathering as many people as you want obviously takes time."

Marsh nodded. "You can leave the luminol to me. I'll buy as much as I can until I drown Bjork."

"Send me the bill," Jose reminded, who was replied with an uncaring snort by his friend.

"How much does it cost? If it were just how many pieces of silver I'd send a bill to Argent, my name wouldn't be Adrian Marsh!"

Jose doesn't argue, knowing that Marsh is serious. He got up, followed by everyone who was there. "Tomorrow I'll call you again. There's a protective sigil I need to hand over."

"Tomorrow afternoon," Clearwater agreed. "I'll bring as much as I can."

Jose shakes. "Don't bring a group. Patrol police will kick you out for causing unrest. Break it up into units. I need at least .. nine times ten plus fifty .. one hundred and forty."

"I can gather fifty," Clearwater thought. "You're going to break it down to ten per unit?"

Jose nodded. "I will prepare two hundred protective sigils. But the quality probably won't be too good. Honestly, it hasn't been tested either."

"Better than no protector at all" Clearwater calmed down. "I will also prepare weapons. Will the silver weapon work?"

"I don't know," Jose admitted. "Lady Chantall carries an iron chain, but it hasn't been tested for its effectiveness."

"Prepare a lot of amulets, because I must have brought twice as many people as Luke." Marsh grimacing. "Silver weapons sound expensive, but if they're powerful, they'll be worth it."

Jose smiled knot. "Send me the bill."

Marsh just laughed. He punched Jose's shoulder as a farewell greeting and bowed his back in a respectful manner towards Nolan and Maria. Clearwater himself greeted fairly with just a nod of his head.

Without having to be told in advance, George had already prepared two carriages to drive Clearwater and Marsh home to their manor. The vehicle was waiting at the door of the house, ready for use. Jose escorted the two friends to the courtyard, giving them a sigil paper patterned on Gerald and Hans tattoos as amulets.

"Hopefully your house is blessed" Clearwater and Marsh said together before getting into their respective vehicles.

"Hopefully your path is broadened" Jose answered solemnly, hiding his deep anxiety. He prayed wholeheartedly for the safety of his two friends.

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Only one thing can make him calm, which is when doing research. Today he narrowed the search focus to a list of disasters.

If Sir William had always repeated his bloody rites, there would have been traces, Krip thought. There must be a lot of disaster records.

Bjork is the source city of all information in this Greater Albion. All archives that are not in Aston are even stored in Bjork with the Archive Center. The number of plants such as the Arts Building and Discussion Building also triggered the emergence of similar buildings, which actually became supportive of the rapid supply of information to the Archive Center as a material supporting Bjork culture.

Krip's persistence paid off. Entering the afternoon meal, he managed to find the information he needed so that it felt like he wanted to jump in joy. Unfortunately, some of the files he needs are in the category of files that cannot be borrowed. Even though he persuaded and even borrowed Argent's name, Krip was still not allowed to take the files away from the Archive. The policy is like that.

Krip spent the next three hours copying much of what he needed, the details and the dates and citations that mattered.

By the time he finished his work, the night was down. Krip placed the finished files into the trolley provided to hold the book that the officer had read back into place on the shelf. After looking around and not finding any signs of the librarian watching, Krip slipped one of the most important files behind his shirt.

I was just borrowing, he whispered inwardly with a hint of ignorance. I'll return it tomorrow.

Then he slipped out satisfied. It was already dark outside and there were not many people left on the streets. Krip ran small on the sidewalk with his hands on his stomach, holding back the archive books smuggled by him.

His steps echoed in the stone walls of Bjork. He stopped several times to see if what he had heard just now was the sound of his own steps or someone else's.

Around him, the windows of the house were tightly closed and the lights of the house began to turn on. Some of the street lights are still off, but they automatically blink and turn on as soon as the Krip passes. Some of the lights are set to turn on completely new at midnight.

Fifteen minutes to Argent's house. Krips look to the right and left, thinking of hiring a taxi or riding in a people's wagon. Damn to him, no one passed by.

He sped his way up, this time clutching his two big arms against his chest. The temperature suddenly turned cold. He regretted wearing only a thin tunic and a buttonless vest. The krip throws his skull cap deep to cover the top half of his ear. He planned to go to the kitchen first after arriving at the manor later, ask for a hot drink, then just reported to Marco.

Or I'll face first, Krip thought. Mr. Marco will surely be delighted to receive new news. Yeah, so much better. Then if I'm lucky, I might be offered a hot drink by you.

He made sure his files and notes were hidden safely behind his belt so he could steam his cold hands.

The new crew walked for three minutes when it realized something was strange. This cold weather is unusual. It was still seven o'clock, but the cold was so biting down to the bone marrow as if it was now three o'clock in the morning.

At seven, Krip realized. He looked around in panic. There's no one. There are no police patrols like they should be.

Krip is a big man who has long been involved with the dark things that the Argent Family takes care of, he is not a coward. But at this time the horror gripped the heart of Krip with a painful hot sensation. Now he understood what real fear was like.

The crew ran to a nearby house and knocked on the door, intending to seek temporary shelter. There was no answer, even though he was screaming. He moved to another house whose lights were still on. Surprisingly, as soon as he approached, the lights in the house immediately went out. The wooden door with a fist. He even slammed his shoulders to break down, but there was no response. Krip moved to another house, banged on his glass window and shouted for help. He offered money, also mentioning the name Argent, but there was no response. Even the lights of the houses around him were extinguished one after another, locking him in the darkness. The street lights blinked in the sound of an electrical disturbance, then slowly died.

This is not a human deed, Krip realized desperately. He condemns his stupidity that ignores all impropriety. He should have been astonished since he saw the empty Archive Center leaping. He should not have gone out alone.

Krip ran limped because his leg joints felt stiff. His steps came to a halt at a crossroads as soon as he smelled a strong rose scent. The smell of a rose covered in blood.

The tail of Krip's eye caught a man standing still far to the right of the crossroads. He looked up trembling, recognizing the golden blond hair.

Sir William's.

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-Loji: large buildings/buildings.