BLOODY LOVE'S
Episodes 218

"Where's Garnet?" marsh asked as soon as he saw Jose appear alone.

"In his room, rest. Why?" Jose had already used his traveling coat, signaling that he would soon be out of the house. Behind him, standing at a safe distance, two Argent workers were large and heavily minced.

Marsh was about to reply, but Clearwater moved his shoes to touch the man's shins as a rebuke for not speaking carelessly. Marsh snorted short.

"We thought he'd come with us" Clearwater took over. "You guys tried to get out of Bjork after the cluster was tampered with."

"No. He's a little unwell." Jose tilted his head. His eyes found Nolan, who was sitting drowning herself on the sofa with a sullen face. The boy did not look at him at all. "Nolan, Lady Chantall is looking for you. If you're not busy, meet him in his room."

Nolan turned his head, his face twisted in displeased look. "I don't know where his room is."

"George can take you. I think he needs your help to organize the dissemination of information for the Southerners."

"Marco's done with his friends yet? I'd like to talk to him first."

"Uncle is still with Inspector Robert and Mr. Stuart. If you want to see him, he's down. Now on the front page." Jose thought for a moment. "You know where my mom is?"

Nolan had already risen from his couch, this time looking even more excited. "After breakfast, I don't see him anymore. The women who followed him were also invisible."

"Yes, her ladies are nowhere to be seen. Uh, where are you going? Lady Chantall's room is on the second floor, east wing."

"Who said I wanted to see him?" nolan said without turning. The girl rushed away before anyone could prevent, leaving only the echoing sound of small footsteps. Jose shook his head to look at him. When he looked back to the front, Marsh had already gotten up to him.

"How are you doing, Jose? Nolan said you vomited blood. He also told me that you purified the undead."

"I'm healthy." Jose pitted his fist lightly with Marsh. He turned to Clearwater, who had also gotten off the couch and was now slightly behind Marsh. "That's when you told me you saw Dave, right?"

"Yes. Near the tax office. But maybe I saw it wrong."

"No. What you saw was Dave." Jose nodded with a carefree smile. "He'll be happy to see you. We can meet him before we go. I'll tell you what happened along the way. You'll be shocked."

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The girl's name is Alma. As soon as he saw Renata enter the chamber, he put his hands together in front of his body and bowed with his knees bent in a respectful greeting.

"Madam" he murmured with broken lips and swollen face.

"Mrs Alma ..." Renata. Only Margie he brought in. The people are waiting outside. "We treat you well, pay you well, but you bite the hand of the one who feeds you."

Alma did not answer. He still lowered his head.

Renata took a breath. "Why are you doing this, Alma? What is less than what we give?" he whispered as he approached, raising the girl's chin with one finger. "Speak."

Alma raised her face, but her eyes were still staring down. "They .. brought my mother and sister, Madam .." the whisper broke into tears.

"Baron Spencer and his wife, Madam."

"Ah, of course. Who else can it be?" Renata pulled out her hand, putting it together in front of the body. "And you decided to work with them when there was actually another option" he continued. "You can talk to me, don't you think I'm going to help people who are loyal to me? Do you think I'll let my people suffer? But no, you don't trust me. You think you can destroy my family with your little hands to save your family."

Alma fell to her knees on the ground floor, grabbed the end of Renata's skirt and drowned her face there. "I'm sorry, Madam! Please forgive me. I have no choice! I ...," he stopped because he choked on his own crying. "I'm afraid to speak out for fear that there are other spies here .. I'm afraid they'll find out if I report."

Renata pulls her skirt tight, freeing her from Alma's hands. "You could have made it my business, but you chose to betray. You sent those barbarians to come to this house and finish off the contents. You know it's gonna hit Marco and Edgar when they get home. You know my death and the destruction of this house will destroy my family! You want to kill me!"

Alma shook her head, her crying was too deep that no sound came out of her lips.

"I have one good news," Renata exclaimed loudly. "Spencer and Hastings are dead. My husband and son took care of it. Maybe their deaths will set your family free" he whispered. "Maybe not either. I don't have bail, but obviously your employer is dead."

Alma nodded, crying, saying thanks in sobs.

Renata turned to Margie, who immediately walked out of the room to call the workers. Two workers came with a rope.

If the throne could force the person sitting there to change from human to demon, would it be his throne or his evil person?

The temple in the saga re-emerged in Renata's mind as Alma cried out for mercy at his feet, crying hysterically. Two of his workers grabbed the girl and kept her away. Margie watches with concern, fearing that Alma will rebel and run to attack the mistress. Renata is not afraid, he knows the girl will not be able to escape. A looped rope around Alma's neck, which was swollen with tears and is now bending prayers in a murmur. All the scenes, all the movements, passed in a slow silence for Renata. It was like watching a play.

If an excuse, a treasure, a throne, a loved family—if to achieve or protect those things a human being turns evil, turn evil, is the thing that was protected wrong or is the human being wrong?

"We're both the same, Alma." Renata took a step closer, everything seemed real and came back to his ears. "We just want to protect our family." It hardens the heart, does not blink when it raises one hand, signals. "Do it quickly. Don't make him feel sick for too long."

Alma whispered her last thanks. Renata turned around, not waiting for the girl to die in his eyes. He would not give the girl the honor of staying longer. As soon as he came out, the lady-in-waiting was only two.

"Where is Leah?" Renata smiles.

"His stomach hurts, Madam," one of her senior ladies-in-waiting replied with a meaningful smile. "He said he was going to go to the toilet, he said he'd be back before we could figure it out."

"Is that so?" Renata took a deep breath, not understanding why loyalty was so hard to find in new people. "Let's check out the toilet where she's lodged."

Alma said she didn't dare complain for fear that Spencer's spies would be watching. That was a signal. That's why Renata accidentally yells when informing the fate of Baron Spencer and Hastings. He thought he would have to wait overnight or a few days to see the results, but it turned out that the intruder languishing in his house was not very smart. Or they are in a hurry, he thought. We are all time-hunted.

Renata heard the moans of people choking in the room behind him. He did not look, nor did he falter. His chin was raised high as he walked leading the way.

Is it the evil one or the person? That's not important. Renata knew that the most important thing was to keep protecting that throne. Evil or good ultimately depends on perspective. It is the one on the throne who will determine his perspective.

Renata doesn't care if he's going to be evil or good in the eyes of another human being. He closed his eyes, now understanding what had been passed and thought by Marco and Edgar.

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