BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 237's

"You didn't bring Lady Lidya to the South?" asked Marsh then to fill the silence. If they stay silent too long, they will be swallowed by fear.

Dave shook his head in response to the question. "If he were brought here, everyone would come along as well. That will create a new mess. Garnet and Argent will be understood, but if Jewel is here too while the others are not, then when all this is done and people know what happened, the position will be difficult. His rival family can take him down on the grounds that Jewel is just looking for his own safety."

It's all done now. Jose smiled hearing Dave deliberately pick out an impressive sentence that they would all make it through tonight. "But you called him?"

"Not yet." Dave chuckles. "Honestly, I don't know what to tell her. I need to think carefully so as not to mispronounce. Ah, nevermind! About me and him isn't as important as you and Garnet. How far have you guys been?"

"He ran away in the fog as soon as he realized Garnet was in danger" Clearwater said.

Jose laughs. "Come on, don't start again" he said as soon as he saw Marsh like he wanted to comment. He looked at Dave more seriously. "You'd better keep watch in the South, Dave. As Lord Garnet's interlocutor in the caravan."

Dave laughed dryly, understanding that Jose was actually asking him for shelter. His body has not completely recovered. He is also very sensitive to hearing foreign voices or seeing dark places. "All right," he said surrender. "I'll sit there so as not to worry you. Just relax."

Jose nodded and left his comrades to approach Rolan who was talking to Xavier.

"Say I don't know" Xavier's voice rattled. He looked back when he realized Jose was. "Hey Argent, has your family doctor always been this noisy?"

Rolan ignored Xavier and immediately grabbed Jose's arm, pulling him slightly away. "I swear that when I returned home from the woods, I saw his fingers stumped and his legs broken! Jacob made him unable to run as punishment for daring to ruffle through your room! But look at him now?" His hand pointed at Xavier hatefully. "He's whole! You did that to her?"

"I healed him" Jose admitted. "He's my guest, I've sworn to protect him. Anyway I'm fine, Uncle. Now this isn't what matters. Any additional energy I would appreciate."

Xavier walked up to them with a suspicious face. "What are you talking about?"

"On your cousin who got the necklace," Jose snatched quickly before Rolan rebuked. "He got that from Duke Ashington, right? Where do you know him?"

"When we went to Romania, I told you, right?" answer Xavier.

"Yes, but I can't imagine him suddenly appearing and giving you guys such a precious necklace." Jose frowned. "I know your family has nothing to do with Ashington either. So it's still weird for me to find the point of your relationship."

Xavier combed his brown hair with his fingers and cleaned his nails. "We met her by chance ... or maybe not?" His eyebrows are wrinkled. "There's a party there. Then when he heard that we were from Bjork, the man approached us. He also has a home in Bjork. He and Charles talked a lot and became familiar. I think ... from the beginning he approached us once he knew we were coming back here."

"Duke Ashington is a long-time religious believer" Rolan told Jose. "He must have believed that this place could protect the necklace."

But why didn't he go alone? Jose thought astonished. Can't he cross South like Sir William?

"And he asked you to keep it here for seven years?" Jose confirmed.

Xavier nodded. "He gave Charles a letter. Some kind of instruction, I guess. But I don't know where he put that thing. I don't know what it is either."

Jose actually still wanted to ask, but one of Clearwater's bodyguards came to give word. Sir William's position has been found.

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Lady Chantall wakes up with pain in the forehead and back of the neck. He just had a very beautiful dream. He dreams of still being in Argent's manor. He dreams that everything he's been through this week is just a nightmare. He dreams of still being in his house, taking care of the letters as usual, has not expressed love for Marco and does not see the man being dragged away from him by the devil. He dreams of still meeting Marco periodically as usual, admiring him from afar.

If only everything was a dream.

"How long have I slept Mr. Rutlan?" tanyanya rasp. He cleared his voice slowly to clear his voice.

"Since Ad ... I mean, since Lord Marsh brought you, milady? It's been an hour or less." Simon pointed to the table clock on the fireplace politely. "Now eleven o'clock less, it's been almost an hour since you were brought here."

"You got a radio?" Lady Chantall sipped her tea to the end. The drink warms his throat and chest. "What are they saying now?"

"I ... just turned it off so as not to bother you, but the last time I listened, Hubbert was asking everyone to pray."

"Another canal?"

"Repeating the same words and warnings; that we should not go out."

Lady Chantall nodded. "Do you have a car, sir?"

"Car?" Simon repeated as if he had just heard the word.

"Yes, right here. In this house. You have? I'm gonna borrow it."

"Ah, there ..." Simon immediately got up and walked to the wooden cabinet attached to the wall of the room next to the opening of the hallway of the house. He opened the top drawer and brought the key to Lady Chantall. "You can have it. Just take. Anything else you need?"

Simon Rutlan is a popular lawyer. That man must have had more than one Tin Lizzie and a horse. Even so, still the car is not an object that is easy to buy or give like fried beans. Lady Chantall sincerely thanks Simon for the support. "I need a coat, a shoe, a medicine box."

As Simon disappeared to get what he was asking for, Lady Chantall threw her back against the back of the sofa and bit her lips hard to hold back the tears. His hand gripped the end of the wool blanket firmly as an impingement.

Marco wasn't dead, he was sure of it. He could feel it just now. But now ... now he feels nothing. There was no presence of that man. He felt completely empty and empty. Doubt stirred up his feelings, consuming them from within like a parasite.

But even if Marco is dead, at least he should be able to bring back Marco's body. Lady Chantall had heard how the bodies alive last night consisted of people rumored to have disappeared. All were victims of Sir William. What if Marco was made like that? Lady Chantall did not want to imagine it, but the thought still emerged. Marco will obviously not allow his corpse to be used as a toy doll and appear pitiful. Lady Chantall is protecting the body. If the man is dead, he wants to bury him with honor.

But he should still be alive, he thought expectantly. Although deep in her heart she realized that hope was almost impossible, Lady Chantall still prayed wholeheartedly. Please come up with a miracle, if he's alive even though he's dying, Rolan might be able to heal him. Jose could do it. He took a deep breath to control his emotions, hurriedly wiping away the rest of the tears as soon as he heard the sound of steps approaching.

Simon came in with a coat and medicine box, as well as one strap shoe. "The size must be great, so you should wear this," he said, handing over several pairs of thick socks.

Lady Chantall wore everything obediently. His skirt did not obstruct movement as he wore a model flare.

"I can accompany you" Simon said quickly as he drove her to the garage and helped start the car's engine. "I can drive it for you. It's not good to go alone."

Lady Chantall thought for a moment. He would need someone to lift Marco's body up, but adding one would make his car possibly slower, so he reluctantly refused. "If you want to help," he said gently while patting the body of the car. "Change his gas suit. Youcan? I want this thing to go as fast as possible."

Simon smiled dryly, but nodded and did as he was asked. "I've changed it, but it still doesn't mean it's as fast as a bullet" he said. He looks worried. "Ma'am, I .. I'm sorry."

"Don't" said Lady Chantall as she threw the medicine box into the back compartment. He sat behind the wheel and closed the door. His green eyes flashed stubbornly. "For Marco is still alive." He looked up to Simon's firmness. "I will not allow anyone to grieve for the living."

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