BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 194

Since there was nothing else he could do that morning, Rolan intended to go to the Archive Center and investigate for himself what the Argent workers sent by Marco had done.

He did not report his departure to Marco because the man's boudoir door was locked from the inside, and the door remained unopened even though he knocked several times. George said, Lady Chantall is still in there, so Rolan concluded that the two are planning bad things involving the mass media in the future.

Jose's still in the ward. While sneaking in to check, Rolan saw Jose still standing silently looking at Krip's corpse, as if he was pecking at the man's final condition in his mind. Both are close. Krip pampered Jose as a child, letting him run around and mess around in his grocery store, teaching him one-two tricks of pulling information from others; and; Krip gave Jose normal affection which often missed given by Marco or Edgar.

Rolan watched the scene for a long time, worried about whether he should go in and rebuke Jose. He could not see his nephew's face clearly. The room was dark, Jose lowered his head, and the young man's eyes were covered in shadows from his rather long front hair. Finally, Rolan decided not to interfere with Jose's grief time.

When he came out, he sent a message to Hans and Gerald to stand guard in front of the ward in case Jose needed anything. Only Hans could stand guard as Gerald still had to organize the entry and exit of the workers and coordinate with the upcoming Greylanders.

Renata locked herself in her room and refused to come out. But the woman had breakfast in the room, and the ladies were also there, so Rolan was quite calm. He knocks on Renata's door and says goodbye, but there is no voice. But Renata was in there, hearing it. Randy could feel that. He went back down to the first floor and out the side door.

While crossing the courtyard, he heard the voices of women chatting. He looked in wonder, seeing how Nolan and Mary were talking in the greenhouse. Both seem pretty familiar.

"I'm going to check out the Archives Center and keep an eye on the workers who are there" Rolan said as he walked out of the greenhouse. "If Marco wants to call me, he can call Pierre's shop."

"Doctors don't eat breakfast?"

"I eat out." Rolan kept quiet for a moment, thinking. Hans was reliable in terms of strength, but he trusted George more for things that required tactical thinking. "Then look at Jose" he added. "Make sure he's where he is. If Jose disappears all of a sudden, just call Pierre. Whatever problem arises, call Pierre. He'll give me the phone."

"Sure, Doctor." George was polite. "But vanished which is what the Doctor meant?"

"I mean run away," Rolan immediately readjusted, realizing that each diction was so important at this time. Everyone was cautious and was at the peak of their vigilance. "He always ran away suddenly and appeared in terrible conditions. So it's best not to give him a chance to do things that will kill himself."

"Sure, Doctor." George nodded once more. "Would the doctor want to use a train or a car?"

Rolan. "I want to walk. There are many angles I want to check. And I brought Gerald and Hans' tattooed sigil .. I hope it's safe, but it's still daylight." He took out his pocket watch from his pants pocket. "I'll be back before or at lunch. In the meantime, please don't let Jose go. Unless he's got Marco's permission or Marsh or Clearwater."

George understands.

He looked at George again, who was still waiting for his next order. "Jaga Renata" he said. "He locked himself in the room. Make sure you always check his condition."

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The wood yesterday was not this shape. Rolan stared at the alley beside the wood factory warehouse. Wood piles lined up in an unusual position. Usually the wood will be leaned on the left and right side of the alley wall intermittently. McKenzie likes to arrange it that way, but today the arrangement looks as good as it seems. Rolan stared at the alley for a long time, but then walked back through it because he did not feel it was important.

When he reached the Archive Center and saw the book-lending notes from Krip, Rolan was amazed at the man's ability. Loan book pages full of files, archives, and books read by Krip. Knowing what the man has found will be impossible. He looked at the Argent workers who diligently sorted the list back and grouped it according to a certain classification.

They can read, Rolan thought as he looked at the people, and can also think a little. But it's impossible they can find what works for Krip to filter out from so many archives.

Rolan sighed, then stepped out of the Archive Center. He felt there was no point in being busy struggling with all these files. It is better to check the road and go through the city, looking for possible eyewitnesses or hearing witnesses.

The sky was still bright blue with no clouds above Bjork. The sun was shining quite hot, its shadow falling lengthwise on the cement steps of the Archive Center. He smiled amusedly, suddenly remembering the stupid game he always did as a child: trying to step on the head of the shadow.

Rolan sank both his hands into his trousers, astonished that the wind was still blowing cold as the sun began to rise in the east. He'll have breakfast at Pierre's before continuing.

The streets were not as crowded as usual, Rolan thought in surprise when he saw people and vehicles wandering about. He closed his eyes and sniffed the air. There is no aroma of boiled beans or fries that are usually sold early in the morning. He stopped the step on the most basic steps, now realized that it was not the only thing that did not exist.

He no longer heard the voice of the people talking. He did not hear the sound of the wheel crashing down the stone path. There are no dogs or animals. He turned quickly to go back into the archive room where there were some Argent workers he could definitely rely on. But Rolan froze in place as soon as he saw who was standing in the doorway of the building.

Sir William's.

This time the man was wearing a long tailcoat. In his hand was a metallic stick. Some people usually hid the sword in their walking stick, so Rolan decided to be wary of the thing.

Ah, stupid me. It's not the sword I should be looking out for. He smiled wryly as the man walked slowly down the steps of the Archive Center. There is no shadow under Sir William's feet.

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