BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 234

Clearwater soon joins Marsh and Robert at the corner of Bjork once the storm stops and there are no other noises. He saw everyone confused. Lady Chantall collapsed in Marsh's arms.

Marsh caught his gaze and immediately nodded in acknowledgment, “I knocked him unconscious. Lady Chantall thinks Lord Argent is alive.” He nodded with a pale face. Voice shakes. “I know how to kill people, Luke. It could not be alive there. His blood flooded Bjork. He must have been in another realm. What should we do now?”

“Retract troops,” says Clearwater calmly. He frowned slightly holding back the pain. He had a fight with someone when he was a teenager and his opponent gave a single blow to his jaw. His jaw still hurts every time he tries to talk. People know him as a man who is irritable to talk. He avoids talking a lot so as not to make his head hurt. Pain in his jaw can spread to the head and even the back of his eyes. They cannot chew properly without feeling sick. “Inspector Robert should stay here. Lord Greyland is coming soon, right? He's the reinforcements Argent's waiting for. In the meantime, Marsh and I are gonna go see Jose. We share the army as much. I was afraid that he would attack one of the weaker ones.”

Robert agreed. He looked behind him, staring sadly at those who no longer had the form. There's only ashes left. But at least they won't be undead. That's all he's grateful for.

Bjork was completely dark, but no sound was heard. There was no keos like they had worried about before. Everyone already knew that they were dealing with a creature that did not come from the earth. They were all waiting for news, waiting in the house, in their safe nest.

All the streetlights and torches are out. They made new torches and asked for oil lamps from the houses that would open the doors, then divide the people.

Of the two hundred and seventy there were now thirty of Marsh, twenty of Clearwater, and ten of Argent led by Gerald. Harold and two-thirds of the workers turned to ash as soon as they tried to attack Sir William, but he survived. There were sixty-three people in total. They divided it into thirty-thirty. Gerald wanted to meet his master in person again, so he went with Clearwater and Marsh to the South.

“She walks through the main road of Bjork,” Clearwater said as he watched around. “We have horses. If it's fast, we can precede it via a shortcut.”

Marsh was excited to hear it again. “Come!” He turned to Lady Chantall, who slept in a Clearwater coat and was covered in another coat from Marsh and Robert. “What about him? We have to take him?”

“He's just a load,” Clearwater says. “Leave in one of the houses. If he wakes up later, let him decide his own fate and what he will do. We don't need his help.”

“Brr cold,” comments Marsh mocked. He slipped his hands under Lady Chantall's body and lifted her easily. He seemed to want to make a joke, but then held it back knowing that the situation was not right. “I'll catch up with you, Luke. You better go first.”

Clearwater nodded. He and his fifteen men immediately boarded the available horses and then strung away past the shortcut Bjork to the South.

As soon as Clearwater was out of sight, Marsh immediately took Lady Chantall to one of the closest known homes. He kicked the door number 22A, which immediately clicked open. Simon Rutlan was at the door, waiting for him with a tense face.

“What was Adie?” whispered the man horrified. “Woman is Lady Chantall right?”

“She's Marquis's girlfriend Argent.” Marsh laid Lady Chantall's body carefully on the sofa, watching the woman's pretty face being spruced up by tears. “You take care of him,” he told Simon with a very serious face. “If he wakes up later, tell him that Clearwater and I have first followed to the South to block Sir William.”

Simon nodded slowly. “This all does have something to do with the new guy?”

Marsh nodded. “If Lady Chantall wants to catch up with us, you just prepare whatever she needs. Actually I'd rather he stay sheltered, but the women in Bjork never like to be told to take cover, so he'll definitely catch up.” He smiled thinly.

Simon took a breath. His eyes looked at Adrian Marsh wryly. “I don't know what you're doing, Adie .. but I hope you guys make it. I always pray for you guys.”

“Eh shit, don't even give me a bad sign!” Marsh chuckles. He patted Simon's back. “I will not die,” he said out loud, half of it to convince himself. He shook his head slowly, still vividly remembering how the demon had approached Marco, strangled him in the air and stabbed him. Sir William looked at the incident with a terrible sense of satisfaction. That expression is inhuman.

He was convinced that the two keys: Maria Garnet and Marco Argent would not be disturbed by Sir William. But what if Sir William is desperate? What if that guy wants to take them all out?

Marsh sighed. He shook his head slowly and slapped his own temple. “I don't want to think,” he said annoyed. “Thinking is his part Luke and Jose.”

“Adie?” Simon, still wearing his nightgown and shabby wool coat, looked at his comrade in wonder. “You want to drink first?”

It was a tempting offer, but Marsh knew that if he sat in a warm house and drank here, he wouldn't want to go outside anymore. “I'll go. Anyway, you take care of that woman. Watch out, don't fuck around!”

Simon swore and laughed, but his voice was bitter. “Hopefully your path is expanded, Adie!” from the doorway.

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Marco was in a white room. He walked a long way, but no end was found. The strange thing was that he did not know why he was there and what to do. He remembers having to do something, but doesn't know what.

He looked at the clothes he was wearing. There is a large black stain on the chest, a stain that cannot be lost.

Strange, he thought, it was not usual for George to be this late.

“That stain wasn't made by your butler.”

Marco frowned. He twisted his body, raising his eyebrows high when he saw a mirror behind him.

No, it's not a mirror.

Just one look, Marco immediately understood that this figure before him was something foreign. Not from earth. And in an instant all the memories of what had just happened slid into the memories in his head. Ah, Marco touched the stain on his chest, I'm dead.

“Finally we meet,” said the man, who is so similar to him. His voice sounded like hundreds of people were talking at once, but it was quite clear and clear to hear. The figure retraced closer, opening both of his hands in a warm welcome.

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Marco stared at the figure with a flat face, not looking at all surprised or astonished. In fact, his expression seemed disturbed. “Who are you?”

“We are you,” said the figure, now turned into Marco when young, with a long coat of mere feet and a way of walking that tends to be presumptuous. The man circled around her, looking at her arrogantly. “We are your sister, your nephew, your home, all the things you touch, we are also the ones you breathe.”

When they came back face to face, the figure used Marco's current appearance. “We are The One. The Esa.”

Marco was not impressed. He knew that the figure before him was the embodiment of all sacred things in Bjork, perhaps even on earth. He can feel it. All the vibrating cells in his body recognized the entity, recognized its creator, forced him to fall to his knees. But Marco fought the impulse strongly. "If you are God,” he said coldly, “you should be able to eliminate Sir William.”

The figure shook slowly. “On earth there are rules, and everything must happen according to those rules. Intervention of the rules will inflict another wound on the fate of many.” His fingers moved upwards and in an instant appeared many chains around them that crackled apart. “Many ties will be affected.”

The explanation was so ridiculous that Marco laughed. “Didn't what Sir William did himself an intervention? So he has no problem intervening rules?”

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His image faded, spreading out in the form of fog spots. “We tried to talk to the only One Who Refuses to Believe. We're glad you crossed over, you can help us now. One minute. One minute for you!”

Marco stepped back as the figure approached, but the one before him right now was not a shadow of himself but something else larger, something that swallowed him round and round.

One minute!

The sound of the exclamation floated far away, throwing Marco into the pitch-black darkness.

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