BLOODY LOVE'S
Episodes 184

When early in the morning George knocks on the door of his room and enters with Rolan, Marco soon finds out that something is wrong.

Not Jose, he thought in horror. Then he remembered his brother who was still in Aston, taking care of the cunning opportunist foxes. Nothing happens to him or Edgar.

Family to Marco is the most important. He remembered thirty years ago that a girl had asked him one nosy question, "If I had to choose between your family I lost or your noble status I revoked, which would you choose, dear?"

The girl is graceful and pretty. So young, so crisp, so high-hearted and so intelligent. The girl with shiny black hair and the smile that was always bent was slightly slanted. Talking to him makes Marco feel he is facing mysteries and riddles. He likes both of those things.

But the girl's question was not a riddle to him. Marco still clearly remembered what answer he gave as if he had just uttered it a second ago.

He created his own third option which was to leave the girl.

Why should I be with someone so selfish that they have to choose between this or that? Women really don't make sense to him. Even if it was only joking or ignorant, there was clearly a certain tone in the question earlier. The girl was looking for her weakness. Marco did not like to be tempted, and more importantly: he hated it if his family was harassed or used as experimental material. Even if only in the process.

If this morning he had any news that his family members were injured or harmed, Marco swore he would tear apart Bjork and send Sir William back to hell with his own two hands, no matter how many lives he had to sacrifice.

"Is something wrong?" ask her while brushing the blanket as much as possible still showing a calm face. "You guys look pale. Everything all right?"

George closed the door of the room tightly while Rolan approached him, opening the bandage around his waist deftly.

"It's not dry yet" Marco commented. He felt his flesh thicken on the sliced side. But it feels not too painful as long as he moves carefully.

"I would be surprised if your wounds dry within a day" said Rolan. "It's still about two to five more days before the stitches can be removed. Good progress, really. The wound on your forehead has also started to improve. I take the cover off."

Marco looked at George and nodded, giving him a chance to talk.

"Master, Krip is dead" George reported without further ado. "I found his body on the doorstep. Condition ... sad. Just like Higgins."

Marco was silent, waiting for more bad news. When there was no other continuation, he made sure, "Then?"

"Then, Sir?" George did not understand what that meant. The man immediately added, "Nobody knows other than me and Doctor Rolan. Everyone's still sleeping."

"Jose?"

"Young Master is still sleeping in his room," George immediately understood what Marco meant. "Mrs Renata is still safe, the ladies always tell me by coding the bells every few hours. There has been no word from Mr. Edgar, but if there is a problem I am sure Young Master Jacob will be notified soon. Miss Garnet is still safe in her room, her lady-in-waiting also gives me a sign by pulling the bell ribbon every few hours."

That's good news. Marco felt his shoulders wiggle. He rubbed his hair, tidied it with his fingers. "Prepare my bath water and clothes now, then connect with Greyland. Get Stuart here as soon as we have breakfast."

George bowed his back in reverence, then began to carry out the order in quick succession starting to descend to the first floor to prepare the water. Two maids helped her carry large basins of hot water, then left immediately after finishing filling the bathtub. George stayed in the room to help Marco wash himself.

"He challenged us" said Rolan grimly. He also prepared a basin of hot water and antiseptics to clean Marco's wounds. "Be careful with the wound, George. Don't get water."

"I understand, Doctor."

"challenging? He's taunting us." Marco opened his sleeping kimono. George followed her to a private bathroom located on the inside side of the room. "I thought he wouldn't move until the eclipse came, but it was too naive. Of course he couldn't possibly be silent waiting to be killed."

"That's possible." Marco had heard what his nephew wanted to do. In addition to Rolan telling, Jose himself had also reported it while adding that he deliberately did not use the Argent people because he knew Marco must have his own plans with the workers.

"You think Jose's plan will work? Your plan?"

Marco laughed at the doubtful tone. "You think you're a doctor full of fantasy?"

Rolan smiled wryly. "And I thought you were a realistic person."

"So far, I'm still a realist. He attacked Krip and threw his body at our doorstep. Why do we have to do this strange demonstration? Why doesn't he just knock on the door, suck my blood, or do terror here?"

"We have lavender everywhere. Maybe it worked?"

Marco shook his head slowly. "The smell is drunk. In some myths it is said that creatures like vampires have a very keen sense of smell, which is why they avoid onions or lavender. But we don't even know if he's a vampire. Even if it's a vampire, we don't know how far the myth goes. All we know is that he was followed by the devil, not the devil. That's according to Jose."

George finished drying Marco's body and Rolan immediately cleaned the wound on the man's waist, then reinspired his waist with a new bandage.

"Why do you think?" Rolan laughed blandly. "Why did he bother to do that silly demonstration? Previously, he had not thrown dry corpses into this house. If this action is the beginning of an aggression, why is he not doing something greater? Why not attack me or Jose?"

Marco frowned, not liking to hear the last question. He thought slowly about all things, but all he thought about was one thing. "Maybe it's because Garnet is here" he said. "The girl is important. Maybe he didn't want to risk hurting Garnet and getting her medium damaged."

Rolan frowned. "Yes, it makes sense. Then why the Krip? He could have picked someone else to throw at our house."

"Master," George dehemed slowly. He finished helping Marco get dressed. "I'm sorry I interrupted when I wasn't asked for an opinion. Mr. Krip said he wanted to go to the Archive Center to investigate old files on disasters."

"No problem, George. I always make an exception for you." Marco nodded. "So he went to the Archive Center."

"And was murdered there?" Rolan frowned. "No, there's always a lot. Meaning on the way home? Maybe he found something important."

"And since he was researching, he must have brought a note or a file." Marco scatter. "But such a document, if it existed, would have been discarded by Sir William."

"But we can check it out at the Archive Center, find out what he's reading. There must be a note." Rolan still remembers the most recent policy at the Archive Center was to record the identity and title of books taken off the shelf, even if only to be read at that place. The rule was made after so many books became damaged or files became lost because the hands of ignorant young Bjork who was eager to find debate reinforcement material in the Discussion Building.

Marco nodded. "really. Get two or three workers there," he orders George. "Make sure they figure out what Krip is doing there. Go down the street and find out what happened last night. There's no way Bjork's wall missed hearing anything."

George agreed respectfully and resigned after making sure nothing else was needed.

After the servant left, Rolan turned back to Marco. "The provocateurs from Jorm that Jacob captured yesterday are talking. You wanna hear what they're saying?"

Marco combed his hair in front of the glass. The man grinned like a wolf. "That was my intention this morning. Let's see which way all the points relate."

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