BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 224

All trains are ready. Lord Garnet waited for them to have lunch together. Now at twelve o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is shining brightly over Bjork. Before leaving, Marco regroups with his colleagues to re-assure the maturity of the plan.

Rolan re-emerged in the transfer of part of Bjork to the South, but this time it was Mr. Stuart who refused.

"The public needs a sense of security, Doctor," the man said. "When they don't feel safe, then chaos will ensue."

"And that's my point" said Rolan astonished.

"What makes people feel safe is their own home and enough information" Stuart said. "News has spread that there are undead roaming about last night. Why does Doctor think Bjork is still calm? That's because no one got hurt—"

"There," cut Robert short.

"That's because a little bit hurt," Lord Stuart errs. "And they feel safe as long as they don't leave the house. They also heard that Mr. Argent and dr. Orlov managed to overcome the body with the help of all the bouncers Argent. Argent's name and your status as a doctor help make them feel safe and at ease, let alone Mr. Argent was very convincing this morning. Everyone believes that everything is done. And even if there were any more problems, then it would definitely be easy to clean up as well."

Rolan was silent to realize the wave of hands and spread the greetings of Jose this morning was indeed intentional to give this impression.

"Alright," he said. "But the circulating police patrol passing by from curfew will create unrest as well, right? The sound of his gunshot will overcome the bells of the town hall."

"I'll just alert the uniformed patrol police in central Bjork, '" Robert told "The man standing outside will wear civilian clothes. Then we can leave the rest to Lady Chantall and Mr. Stuart."

Marco nodded, his eyes observing the distance, towards the commotion at the door of the house. "Corpse vs Argent. We have spread it throughout the community to be forwarded to everyone in Bjork. As long as they know what is happening and that the issue is already being handled by a competent person, they will remain calm. Tonight Argent will fight the fiercest corpse. Hmm one of the bodies that escaped?"

"That will cause unrest" Mr. Stuart refused. He was jolted alert when he saw Jose and some workers suddenly running fast. When he saw the young men in front of the manor were just playing around, his breathing gushed in relief. "They would panic and think there would probably be more corpses around them."

"What about the source?" rolan. "That's honest. We are fighting the source of the problem. Dead body?"

"Source is a good term." Mr. Stuart nodded. He looked up at the sky, towards the still-hot sun. "And I better get ready now. There's still a lot to take care of."

"Me too" Robert resigned.

The two get into Mr. Stuart's car prepared by George and drive away from the manor. As soon as they disappeared from sight, Rolan asked quietly, "How does your waist, still hurt?"

Marco touched the side of his waist that had slashed, felt and pressed around his skin, then shook his head. "It's like never getting hurt. Your neck?"

Rolan nodded seriously. "I'm doing fine. And this is the problem."

Marco agreed. "I still feel like this doesn't make sense. Energy is not something that can be destroyed or created."

"Jose said he took energy from the spirit or system in this world to be able to do those wonders" said Rolan seriously. "So everything is in accordance with the law of conservation of energy. He could do it because when he was about to die he met a God and got a divine whisper, a knowledge of the working system of the world."

"It's really like a fairy tale."

"The thing is, he really healed me and healed you, so it's not a fairy tale."

"If he's just taking energy or you know what you're saying: borrowing energy, he shouldn't be hurt. If the law of equal exchange is that he replaced our healing with natural energy, why would he need to be hurt?" reply Marco.

Rolan rubbed his forehead with a handkerchief. He does not want to take shelter. Being in the dark sometimes still makes him restless because of his experience last night. "The principle is the same as flowing a waterfall to another place using paper. The paper is certainly impossible to hold. He's paper. If we get hurt tonight and he tries to heal us again, just kick him away."

Rolan is frustrated. "I know .. what worries me is that he's planning something else dangerous. As long as he's really just around the river like last night, it's probably fine. But you know why he got the nosebleed the other day? He tried to figure out the way from the whispers in his head, trying to recall the knowledge whispered to him. To put it simply, he tried insisting on putting the paper under the impact of the waterfall! I swear, if I knew he was making a paranormal outburst at Bjork or using a new dangerous magic. I don't care if Renata goes berserk."

Marco laughing. "Isn't there no such thing as magic?" tusky. "His word is that magic is when man intervenes in the natural system."

Rolan shook his head tired. "And those who can intervene are those who have knowledge or have .. sigil." He was silent for two seconds. "How about we try to get back the Arabella medal?"

"Then after it's taken?"

"Of course, we can improvise depending on the situation. My head's full. I can't think. I'll go to bed before I go."

"Sure, rest," said Marco casually. "If we don't win the medallion, at least we should be able to make Sir William dying to reduce Jose's burden."

Rolan nodded. He chuckled when he looked to the right side. "Before you leave, you'd better say goodbye to your Jeanne. Look at him, he looks so clear."

Marco looked back at Rolan. Lady Chantall leaned against one of the pillars of the house, staring at him with a melancholy look. Nolan was no longer there.

"You're going straight to the savannah right after Garnet's manor?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Once confirmed, Rolan immediately turned around to Finnian who was loading weapons into a freight train.

Marco himself had walked up to Lady Chantall, who immediately embraced him happily as soon as he arrived. It was still a mystery to him why the woman was so drunk, but the longer Marco began to feel used to the presence and attention of Lady Chantall, so the reason behind it was no longer a problem. "Where's Nolan?"

"Him? Go to the South."

"Only?"

"I told him to say goodbye to Renata or you or Jose, but he said no need." Lady Chantall took off a hug, but still had her arm around Marco's neck. "That child will help convince the Southerners and ease the commotion there. He has the skills needed. By the way, whose train is that up ahead for? Jose and Maria? You're not going, are you?"

"I need to see Lord Garnet. She must have demanded an explanation directly from me, and she should have." Marco ignored the disappointed look on Lady Chantall's face. "After that I'll go straight to the savannah."

"Don't go home for dinner?" Lady Chantall asked in a trembling whisper. Her green eyes are dewy. "Or to see me?"

Marco smiled knot. He rubbed the brown hair curls in front of him until it was messy. "We'll meet again tomorrow" he said. "And tomorrow again, tomorrow again, and tomorrow again, every day until you get tired of seeing me."

"Where is possible!" sahut Lady Chantall fast. His slender hand moved from Marco's shoulder down to the arm, taking care of him in a slow motion down to the man's palm. It feels rough, smooth, but warm. Jemari they are linked. "I can't be bored. It will never!" Lady Chantall said she looked ten years younger because her hair was breaking apart on her forehead, forming side bangs. "Mmm, I'll take care of the media. You take it easy .. everything will be as you wish, I promise."

"I'm sure of it." Marco nodded. He looked down to kiss the spot between Lady Chantall's eyebrows, then down to the lips. The welcome he received was so aggressive and hot.

Always hot.

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