BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 235's

“The voices stopped,” said Jose tensely. He's a little agitated. His feeling is uncomfortable. “I didn't hear any gunshots.”

“But the black cloud was also gone,” comments Rolan who was standing next to Jose. Small white clouds billowed from his mouth every time he spoke. “About the way, I haven't seen Hans since. Lord Dominic too. Where are they?”

“Stop it, maybe play hide umpet.”

Jose's answer made Rolan suspicious. He knew Hans was a loyalist. The big boy will never leave Jose for no reason. Dave also seems very keen to be involved in solving this mystery. It was impossible for the two to escape to save themselves. So the only option left was one: Jose gave them the task. “You asked them to do what?” inquiringly.

“Not dangerous.” Jose smiled calmly. He put his black scarf around his neck, drowning the frozen lips behind it. “If I'm wrong, nothing will happen. But if I'm right, we might all be safe.”

Now Rolan is really curious. “What are you doing?”

Jose did not answer. His eyes looked into the distance. “Hearner's page?”

“Of course I heard. Your voice switched topics, right?”

“Not! I mean the sound of horses! There are many.”

Rolan alerted his dagger. Marco suggested he carry a firearm, but Rolan was not used to it. He preferred to use something more familiar to his hand like a knife.

“Quiet Uncle,” Jose touched Rolan's arm. “That silhouette Clearwater.”

“You can distinguish people from their silhouette?” Rolan gaped in disbelief.

Jose did not respond. He ran to meet his friend. Clearwater leapt down from his horse as soon as it reached the meadow. His face looks tense.

“Our plan failed,” said the man without further ado once it arrived. As he realized that he had just made a mistake, Clearwater immediately circulated his gaze around, making sure the region was sterile from those rogue ears that had nothing to do with this.

“Fragal how?” sambar Rolan tense. Clearwater's grim countenance made him so remember the cringe of their situation. “You mean Sir William ran away? What about Marco? What did he say?”

Clearwater stared at Rolan for a long time, then moved on to Jose. “Marquis Argent died.”

Rolan narrowed his eyes until it resembled a thin line. “You're kidding, right?”

Rolan soon came to his senses from his shock. He gripped Jose's arm tightly and shook his head firmly, knowing what his nephew wanted to do. “You can't!”

“Maybe Uncle just fainted!” siss Jose. “I need to check it! Uncle also wants to check it out, right?”

Clearwater shook his head again. His breathing was irregular, making his face almost invisible behind the thin white steam. It was a cold night in Bjork, colder than it had been. Clearwater seemed to suffer so much acting to be the bearer of bad news. “Jose .. Sir William brought it .. your uncle.” He soon recounted everything from the beginning, from their successful arrival to the city to the chaos that ensued and the hysterical Lady Chantall. “Sir William was probably deliberately silent, waiting until the middle of Bjork. There ... we neglect ... there is another sigil of blood there. Once he gets there, his sigil shines and. I don't know, it looks like that. There was a demon face in the sky. Everyone is scared. Everyone who looked at him was scared and unable to move. Then Sir William wakes up and attacks the Marquis .. with his demons.”

Jose nodded. He rubbed both of Clearwater's shoulders and patted her to calm the man down. “I understand,” said. “Thank you for telling.”

“What will we do now?” ask Clearwater. His eyes stared at the caravan that opened. The people inside were already aware of the presence of another guest. Renata first came down and approached Jose. Face's worried.

“Jose?” she whispered softly after giving a sweet greeting to Clearwater. “Everything's fine, right?”

Jose smiled with his angel face and nodded. “Of course, Mom. Clearwater just told me what happened in the North.”

Both Rolan and Clearwater were stunned to see how easily lies slid from Jose's face. The man didn't even look hit in the slightest. His sad voice that had existed now was completely wiped clean. Jose didn't even wink when he lied to his mother. Not giving a pause, not thinking.

“I don't hear any more gunshots,” Renata fishing. His eyes looked at the three of them in turn. Clearwater turned her face, unable to return her gaze.

“That's also what Clearwater talked about. Uncle Marco needs my help,” said Jose calmly. “But take it easy, everything is fine. I'd better be here with Maria. I'll be right back.”

Renata looked objected, but nodded stiffly. “Rolan will be with you, right?”

“Uncle Rolan stay here.”

“No. I'll be with you!” Rolan said loudly. He did not want to risk Jose trying to revive Marco and instead make the situation both equally critical.

“Uncle, how about the undead come again?” Jose grabbed his uncle's arm and took him a bit away when he reminded him of that. “We lack workers who can fight. Only Uncle can protect them! I'm with Clearwater, he won't possibly let me get hurt! After all there should be someone protecting Maria here.”

Rolan knew that his nephew was only making excuses to be able to go alone to the North. He should not allow it, or at least he should force to keep him company. But Rolan did not find a good argument to reject Jose's reasoning.

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