BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 50's

Jose clenched both his hands.

He is not a person who easily believes in mystical things, but seeing the figure many times makes him able to believe these conclusions easily. The problem now is, what kind of creature it is.

What purpose?

Just sucking blood?

Is it just one or are there many?

Where did they come from?

Jose creeps.

But the thing that makes it more horrified is actually not the fact that there is such a strange creature, but himself.

Jose was aware that it should be at this conclusion, he was horrified, but Jose found himself accepting all conclusions with ease. Maybe his two uncles were right, maybe he was weird.

Jose shook his head, leaving all questions and doubts to himself. He feels stupid. He should be happy because he has a strong determination and an open mind. He took a breath, remembering what he came to Krip's place today. The matter of the strange creature had indeed entered in its initial guess. So he continued his research to a further level.

“How long have you been in this city?”

“My entire life, Sir! Lifetime!”

“Means already ... seventy years?” Jose grinned ignorantly.

Krip's laughter blared. She patted her thighs hard, “Don't add that, dong! Still fifty-five of these!”

“Ah, correct. By the way, you certainly know about Sir William Bannet, right.”

“Who doesn't know? He's at the peak of his popularity, right?” The crew took a cookie tin under the cashier's desk, then opened it. There were no biscuits in there, only paper money. Some were in the form of neat rolls, while others were still scattered messily in cans. He scooped up the non-roll parts, arranged them according to the front-back and top-down, also according to color. “Learning Sir William! Sure was! Why indeed?”

Jose didn't talk.

He smelled that scent. The smell of roses is pungent, splashing a little smell of zinc and rust.

Krip raised his face, looking at Jose in surprise as the young man stopped talking.

Why her? Thought Krip was astonished. He had just intended to open his mouth to ask when another voice spoke to him, a voice as soft as a velvet.

“Good day, I take this gingerbread cake.”

Krip was shocked. He did not hear the sound of the bells of the guest signposted on the door. He was even more shocked when he saw who his guests were.

Sir William himself. Jose was suddenly silent.

But what makes Krip silenced a thousand languages is that he could not feel the air of the man's existence. As an informant, the eyes and ears of the Argent family, Krip was able to recognize anyone who came close to him through his scent and intuition. Customers who frequently came to his shop, from limping parents down the street to elementary school children in front of the house, he was able to recognize them even before the men approached him.

This time it's different.

Even after seeing the tall man with a big smile it put a family bouquet of gingerbread—wife Krip printing a couple gingerbread complete with a mini gingerbread cake as a child and put in a basket for sale—on the cashier's table, Krip still felt that there was no one other than himself and the Little Master in that place.

The Little Lord himself turned his head slightly to make himself hidden behind the piled up plastic boxes, but Krip's dumb face instead told Sir William that there was someone else in the place. The man looked at Krip's gaze just now, looking directly at Jose's black eyes.

“Oh, Mr. Jose Argent,” Sir William let go of his wide smile once again. “I just saw you there.”

“No, I am nothing compared to the Argent Family,” William chuckled. “Really, it's an honor to have you come to that little party yesterday. Miss Garnet is also very kind and sweet, you guys are very compatible.”

The Argent family was a higher degree than the Bannets, but Sir William did not use the most polite language and called Jose to you instead of you because compared individually, sir William is higher than Jose, who is only the fourth child.

The last sentence the man asked Mary was a typical pleasantry sentence that actually questioned the relationship between two people. Jose did not respond with rejection or approval. He felt his relationship with Mary was better not to be interfered with by strangers. Especially the person he was investigating.

“Festive party, I will always come to a pleasant place.” Jose smiled, unwilling to respond to the part about Maria. “People Downfall is good at entertaining people.”

“Downfall?” William frowned at Jose, but nodded and smiled at Krip who asked if William had only taken gingerbread and if there were any other items he needed.

“I heard the girls say you're from there.” Jose blinked his eyes innocently. “Or are they wrong?”

Downfall is right next to Bjork. No one said Sir William was from there, but Jose was writing just now. He needs to make sure of at least one thing.

“They are wrong.” William paid with a piece of paper money. “I'm not from there.”

“Oh, sorry. But you come to a crowded city like Bjork, please understand the chaotic rumors here.”

“I enjoy it. Bjork is an interesting city.”

Jose nodded small. “Do you not feel affection, come to a city that is nothing like this? Or ... ” It rubs the jaw, raises the gaze carefully. “Hever lived here before?”

“Entaihah, I don't really remember my childhood.” William raised his shoulders. “But this is indeed my first visit as far as I can remember. Tranquility in this city is fun.”

“Police patrol is always reliable in maintaining calm,” Jose menukas kalem. “Or maybe we need to thank those missing people.”

William glanced softly at Jose. “I think it's a sensitive topic.”

“It's precisely because it's so interesting to talk about, isn't it?” Jose was challenging, eager to know how the man looked at the missing people in Bjork.

“Typically something called sensitive if it should not be discussed freely, right?”

“We are not ordinary people,” said Jose calmly.

“Oho.” William gave a probing look. “Kita?”

“Sure, I'm an Argent and you're the new Don Juan,” Jose makes his voice sound soft and joking, but his eyes highlight seriously. “Why be an ordinary person if you can be unusual?”

“Interesting views, but I prefer to be a regular person.”

“Commonly it's boring.”

“Custom means inconspicuous. Usually means also safe.”

“People who are just looking for safety cannot be said to be alive.”

The two men looked at each other for a long time, then William laughed crisply and raised both hands like giving up. “Alright,” he said. “You have an interesting view of life, Mr. Jose Argent. But I also have my own views. We can stay alive until now thanks to each other's views, so there's nothing worth debating.”

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Important to read:

Many say the novel was slow and protested to me. In total, there are 250 chapters with 1 plot without season2an, so if you want to read a story that is directly conflict and finished, easily bored, or not do with mystery, this story may not be your taste. Turn around leave it. No need to protest or get angry or use saying goodbye in the comment😌 column it does not mean the problem. 😘