BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 51's

“Ah, I'm not arguing, kok.” Jose said softly. “I heard you were active in the Discussion Building, without realizing I was being disrespectful.”

“Yes, this place has an interesting culture. The voice of one person can be heard throughout the city with such a place.”

“Ah!” Jose smile. “You want your voice to be heard?”

“Who doesn't?” tangkis Williams. His smile was still as wide as usual.

“It feels a bit in contrast to your principle of living blending and inconspicuous.”

“Life blending does not mean can not make a sound. Of course I mean not that we should be silent and become obedient slaves without reason to the will of the majority of society.”

Jose nodded slowly. “You said it didn't come from Downfall. So, where are you from?”

“If you don't mind, Mr. Argent, I moved here because I wanted to bury the memories of the old place.” William put on a sad face and a sad smile.

Jose smiled sympathetically. “About love? Ah, no way.”

“Why not?”

“Even here you can hook the most popular girl.” Jose leaned his body against the wooden shelf. His current appearance was completely ordinary and also careless. The shoes he was wearing were even a bit bulging. But Jose showed a calm and dignified face, making him still look like a true noble even though he was sitting on a barrel of rice. “It's hard to believe someone like you can have love problems.”

Small smiling chip. He could have chimed in here and there to help the youngest Argent extract information from Sir William, but Krip preferred to pay attention from the side. He wanted to know how Jose moved.

“Not really, I could never last long with one girl.” William smiled. His light blue eyes flashed sharply, and Jose caught the cold spotlight even though it was just a flash.

“Oh, you seem to get bored easily?”

A skirt. “No, no. It was the girls who left me. Very fast.”

Suddenly Jose got goosebumps. His stomach was nauseous and he wanted to vomit. The smell of zinc and roses was getting stronger.

“It's great to meet you, Mr. Argent, but I'd better go now.” William grabbed his gingerbread and winked one eye with a prick. “If I don't come back soon, I can be left again.”

Jose laughed and replied politely.

When the popular man just left the store, Jose took a deep breath and exhaled strongly. “Do you kiss her, Krip?” he asked immediately, still with his hands in front of his mouth like someone holding up vomiting.

“Kissing what, Mister?”

“Cents perfume! Fragrant roses! The smell is so strong! My nose hurts.”

Krip looked at his master in wonder. “Culture roses?”

“Ya, and something like rust.”

“Of course not, Krip. I mean not the scent of your shop!” Jose menukas's. His hands fluttered the air in front of his nose, trying to repel the foul scent still lingering in his nose. “William Bannet. Didn't you kiss her? Rose scent mixed with zinc. Oh my God, just like in a grave.”

Krip frowned. “I smell the rose of Little Master, of course I smell it. But the smell is faint. And that's all I smell.”

“You flu?” Jose asked in wonder.

“Sehat walafiat.” The krip showed off its biceps muscles, though it clearly had nothing to do with the flu.

“Maybe your nose is blocked.”

“No, I can even kiss the next-door neighbor baking sponge. It smells like marble sponge.”

Jose squinted in disbelief. He doesn't smell any cake other than the pastries that Krip sells in this store.

“I did kiss him!” Krip menukas, understood that the young man in front of him was hesitant.

Jose sighed, unwilling to prolong the problem. “Yes already, forget it. Back to the original topic, what do you know about Sir William just now?”

“In addition that she has a nice smile?”

“Do you know who the relationship is? Does he ever have family here?” Jose ignored the joke about the smile.

Krip scratched his cheek in wonder. “Small Master wants to know about Sir William?”

“No, I want to know how to cultivate hydropolic plants!” Jose glared in annoyance. “Yes yes, lah! Find out everything about Sir William. I'm asking as soon as possible.”

Krip pursed his lips. He knew a few things about Sir William. He also knew that Jose should stay away from this. If Marco finds out that his nephew is walking down a dark route, if Dr. Rolan realizes that Jose knows dark things, Krip knows that his life is as good as being ruined. But could he lie to the Little Lord with this keen sense of smell and high debating ability? Pessimistic krip.

He decided to report Jose's moves to Marco. Even so, like a good salesman, Krip nodded at Jose. “I will do as I can, Little Lord.”

Jose nodded in satisfaction, then jumped down from his wooden barrel. Krip had just thought the young man was leaving, but Jose stopped and looked at Krip. “You have a list of residents of Bjork thirty years ago?”

Krip. “Center Archive must have, Little Lord. You're going there?”

Jose thought for a moment. “No, tomorrow only. Get me the best fishing gear, Krip.”

“You want to fish?” Krip really couldn't have expected his master's temper.

“No,” Jose shook his head. “For indemnity.”

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