BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 200's

"Some people moved to Hastings' side" Jacob reported to his father that night. For a while they stayed at one of Argent's homes in Aston. Greyland was in his own manor, not far from them. His mercenary soldiers were wandering around guarding the two manors.

Jacob approached his father behind the desk and handed him a piece of paper. "I got a whisper of whoever his name is."

Edgar skimmed through the names, then burned the notes with a candle flame on the table. "Little fish," he said, watching the ashes of the paper on the candle coasters. "A lot of anything that switches, if only small fish does not matter. What we need to look at is the big fish. Nobody's moving yet, but once they decide something, thousands of little fish will follow."

Jacob nodded in agreement. "People are calling me" he said. "They confirmed the truth of the rumors of Uncle Marco's disappearance, all of them reporting. I heard what Spencer wanted. What they offer is access. If they replace us at Bjork, the traffic in and out of goods at the port will be theirs. They'll loosen the check-out through Bjork in exchange for the entrance to Aston."

"Not something new. That's what they've wanted for a long time." Edgar tapped his finger on the table. "They want to smuggle something out of Bjork, all over Albion, but I don't know what it is. We don't know yet. Marco's been raiding Charles' warehouses, but nothing suspicious."

"What?" Jacob raised an eyebrow. "Uncle ransacked Hastings' warehouse?" He's snapped. "Well, he deserves so much revenge on us. Anyone would go berserk if treated that."

"Marco is extreme" said Edgar. But his tone was always proud every time he talked about his brother. "Charles Hastings was indeed acting suspicious back then, so his actions were reasoned. When nothing is found, I can make excuses to twitch. But unfortunately until now we still do not know what they do and where they hide whatever they want to smuggle it."

"Maybe weapons?"

"shouldn't. The distribution of weapons was closely watched by Greyland. If there's a suspicious supply, he must have told Marco."

"Spencer has a canned fruit business" Jacob thought. "Perhaps what they're smuggling has something to do with food?"

"Why smuggle fruit?"

"Avoiding taxes?"

Edgar laughing. "I'm not sure that's what they do. After all half the customs are under Hastings shoes. If Spencer just wants to tax, it doesn't feel the need to do this."

The door handles of the room moved and the two Argent in the room looked at each other with caution. Edgar grabs the revolver from inside the drawer, Jacob prepares his rapier sword. Both of them heaved a sigh of relief as Olivia emerged from the door that opened. The woman was wearing an evening dress covered in a weasel fur coat. His short curly hair was tightly tied in small loops and overlaid with banded hair nets.

"Honey," he said as he approached, peeping Jacob's lips at a glance, then Olivia turned her face to Edgar. "Father, you'll be happy to see the souvenir I brought. You'll be happy" the correction is cheerful.

"Suvenir what? Chief Hastings?" guess Jacob, who replied a small pinch on the waist.

"I spent the whole day accompanying noble wives in the theater." Olivia takes off her heavy fur coat, assisted by Jacob. "Thank you, honey. They told her that Flora Spencer often came to visit. They don't really like the rough and haughty Flora, but they like the product she introduced."

"Which is ...?" Edgar pointed to the chair in front of his desk, letting Olivia sit down.

"What'sthis? Binoculars?" Edgar touched the cylinder, observing its surface. "Who did you get it from?"

"I borrowed it from Countess Scouten."

"Borrowed?" Jacob. "You mean pickpocket?"

"Ah, it's just a matter of perspective" Olivia replied lightly. She was the daughter of an Earl, but women did not have a thrilling childhood in Albion. There was not much a noble daughter could do before they were officially introduced to the public, whereas Olivia was not a silent girl. He always sneaks out of the house and disguises himself as an ordinary person, also making friends with street people. From the road was also the speed of his hands honed. Olivia likes to test her abilities by picking up the watch or earrings of people who cross her. It was for two years until Olivia accidentally met Marco, the man she had picked up her watch, immediately retaliating by scuttering his leg down and dragging him mercilessly to the side of the road. If Olivia had not immediately confessed that she was the earl's daughter, her body would have been buried to the bottom of the sea. That confession was a turning point in his once boring life.

"Notice the valve part, Pa," Olivia gave a hint, diverting her mind from the shadows of the past. He is now an Argent, and all the skills he has will be used to help his family. To Jacob.

Edgar followed his son-in-law's advice, seeing that the cylinder had a lid that could be rotated easily. The inner surface of the tube is coated a kind of transparent resin, three-quarters of the cylinder parts are filled with yellowish-white powder. "Sugar?" tanyakanya.

Jacob furrowed his brows. The feathers bristled. "Don't breathe, Dad. Excuse me, let me check." He pulled a piece of paper from a pile of folders, placed it in the center of the table, then spilled the contents of the bamboo tube he had received from Edgar to it.

"They call it the Dream Powder" Olivia explains. "Inhaling a little will make the head so light and more relaxed. If sprinkled in a drink, the body becomes fresh. Flora says it's popular with intellectuals because it helps them be more creative. Said some kind of Ottoman coffee."

Jacob poked the powder and licked it. "Dream Pollution?" jeered. "Hell Pollutants are more appropriate. It's not coffee, it's cocaine. There's a mixture of ammonia."

Edgar. "Cocaine! Sure thing!" snarl. "I should have guessed! Hastings was always drunk, the younger one was! Marco eradicated the drug mafia and did not allow the damn thing to appear. Even opium for medicine was tightened, so I didn't expect ..." He gritted his teeth. "We should have thought."

"His score wasn't caught all this time because he was working with Spencer. Uncle and Dad were suspicious of Hastings, so just keep an eye on him. Though this stuff was spread out with Spencer's hands." Jacob embraced Olivia and rubbed the woman's shoulder affectionately as a form of gratitude. "They thought they were going to win, therefore were being careless and started raising this item to the surface. Flora Spencer is still here, honey?"

Olivia shakes. "He's back in Bjork, there's a public kitchen opening he's got to take care of."

"It's likely that this stuff he's hiding in the South!" Edgar menuke. "Therefore he repeatedly opposed the proposal of Southern development. They could bring this powder from the East because some customs were held by Hastings, but they had trouble getting it out of Bjork because the trade alliance was under Marco and Argent's eyes were in every corner. Rolan thinks Marco was just a curmudgeonly saying there was an economic motive behind all these ghost stories, but he was right. Marco is right!"

Jacob smiled slightly. "I can take care of this, but Dad would have preferred to strangle his neck with his own hands. We call Greyland?"

Edgar took a breath. "Just like we're watching them, they're also watching us closely. What they're watching is obviously Greyland. If he moves, everyone will know that we're doing something and will run away." He stared at the white powder on the table in disdain. "Taking care of them should be done carefully. We're not just talking about one-on-one, but about chains in trade alliances. One change can cause upheaval that affects many things ... but this? This is unforgivable!" He looked at his son. "You let me move, Jake. Find Spencer's caravans and destroy them. Charles Hastings is my business. Tonight we move!"

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