BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 183

William Bannet walked up to the Krip without any haste. His blue eyes observed the movement of the stocky man with the gaze of a hunter watching the prey.

The night breeze blew quite fiercely at Bjork, making the tip of his coat flutter merrily at the back, slapping the calf.

The crew was several steps ahead of him. The man was still running from door to door, shaking the doorknob and hitting the windows he saw.

William follows patiently, knowing that whatever Krip does will only end up in vain. He had locked this territory up to twenty meters. Even if Krip screamed and howled with all his might, there was no way anyone would open the door. No one will listen.

William took a breath, inhaling the night air a lot. He could smell the scent of blood. Krip's knuckles must have been scuffed and his skin peeling from being too floppy to beat up doors and windows.

"Funny," said William softly, letting his voice propagate in the air in a cold chant. "You know who you're dealing with, you should already know what the consequences are."

Krip glanced at him, then ran away in the opposite direction. The man stumbled over a broken rock and fell hard. Even in such circumstances, Krip still rolls over to the house's role on the right of the road. After a long silence, the man got up and limped, this time away from Argent's house. William knows why. Krip tries to keep the danger away from his master.

He did not understand why people like Marco could have many loyal people to die. That guy's making her sick. He still vividly remembers the events of thirty years ago, when the man suspected him of being the cause of a mysterious illness that struck Bjork and drove him out of the city. Since then, he has recorded Marco's name in his particular list, while continuing to hope that the man's nature and character will not change at all when the time comes, when he must come to harvest.

Now is that moment, and his hope is fulfilled. Marco is exactly the same as thirty years ago. Even if something changes other than his age, the man actually grows arrogant and his pride increases.

The crip suddenly stopped. The skull cap was gone, revealing his wet bald head. Not only the head and neck, the entire body of the man was flooded with sweat.

William could only see Krip's back from where he was standing, but he caught the strong scent of fear emanating from each of the Krip's pores. The man's nasal breathing resounded loudly in the dark alley where they stopped.

William tilted his head in surprise, guessing there would be an attack launched on him. But as soon as he saw what made the Krip stuck, he broke down.

Dead end.

They entered into a narrow alley next to the wooden shed. To the left and right of them were piles of battenwood propped up slanted against the wall, and at the end of the alley were only tall stone walls.

Such a path was not a problem for William, so he was unaware of what was wrong. After seeing the Krip silent, he realized that humans certainly could not jump or climb the ten-meter wall.

"Ready or unprepared, I'm coming, '" he said playfully. He had only approached two steps when Krip suddenly turned to face him. The lightning in his brown eyes exuded a spirit. The man hasn't given up.

Krip swung his hand diagonally quickly. Along with the movement, a crackling sound broke the night; the crackling of the wood clashed with the wood. William raised his face, blinked once when he saw that the lumber that had been leaned against the wall was now floating down towards him pulled by gravity.

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"Felt! It would be against this guy!" The crew laughed hard. "You must have thought I was trapped!" Smile widens. Hearts dude. He even felt like dancing so much fun, but knew that it would look ridiculous. He pulled the end of the tunic he wore to wipe the sweat on his face. Both his knees and elbows hurt from a fall, but that was not a problem.

When he took down the shirt and looked forward, his eyes pounded directly at the blue-eyed man who was now standing a short distance away from him.

Sir William patted the dust on the shoulder of his coat casually, not looking hurt in the least. "I was shocked" he admitted.

The croup did not catch its breath. Thick black smoke burst out from Sir William's back and billowed there in clumps as thick as night. The smoke was as black as charcoal and had no smell. The screams of thousands of people were heard from the smoke particles. Then from its thickest clumps came strange forms, the heads of the horned beasts.

The figure came out of the smoke as if making each puff as a gateway into the other world. The heads of the horned beasts that appeared clung to each other, as if they were from the same body. All of them opened their muzzles, revealing sharp fangs stained with blood. The bull-headed one slowly opened his eyelids and looked at Krip straight, as if wanting to squeeze into his soul.

In that instant, Krip knew that he was staring at the devil. His soul remembered the existence of the creature before him. His sins recognized the origin of the seedling.

Krip's two hands were still gripping the end of the tunic shirt in front of his stomach. His lips opened without a sound, only able to let out a suffocating sound.

Sir William extended one hand to the side of Krip's neck, sending a stabbing pain where it was touched. Krip squeaking. His whole body shook violently. He can't breathe. His lungs were struggling, demanding air. His temples are throbbing pain. His heart is pumping strong.

Fight it! Krip still forced himself to think. His hands felt heavy, but he tried to move them stiffly. Banging him forward with all his might. His fist smashed into Sir William's chest in a gentle touch as a kitten, then he slumped down so easily as if his whole bone was melting.

Krip opened its mouth in the stone paving, seeking air. His tongue is sticking out. Sir William crouched down on the side of his head.

"You were too involved" said the man. "If you want to blame someone, just blame yourself for sniffing in the wrong place. Blame Marco for hiring you."

Krip twitched on a stone floor littered with wooden debris. The entire world darkened in his eyes, as if someone had turned off the lights. Everything comes to light quickly alternating in Krip's mind like a cinematic recording. He remembers not saying goodbye to his wife. He remembers Billy the tomb keeper repeatedly asking for company with drinks but he always dodged. He remembered the report. File it. He hid the book in the water hole when it fell. Jose will definitely find him, he believes in the Little Lord.

Krip remembers the birth of her son, the sound of the crying and the smell of the baby's yawning.

Her tears melted hot, but Krip could not feel anything. His body is numb.

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