BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 62's

Marco did not go to the Discussion Hall and went straight home because Rolan sent a waiter to call him. Something terrible has happened, so the Argent family doctor said. As soon as he got home, the old man took a quick and steady step into his study on the second floor. Rolan was waiting for him there. When he saw it coming, Rolan immediately got up from his seat and walked up to him. The man now wears his light blue doctor's suit, not the usual white one. Bjork Medical Emblem embroidered with gold thread on the pocket.

“What happened?” Marco took off his sun-repellent hat and put it on the coat hanger. As difficult as it may be, the principle is to always remain calm. Or rather, keep looking calm.

Rolan did not speak, instead walked towards Marco, grabbed his arm, then pulled the man away from the door. “You lost one more waiter. Everyone is scared.”

Marco's eyes glowed full of question marks. “Who's missing?”

“Young worker named Jack.”

In the head of Marco immediately imagined the figure of a small thin young man who had just turned his teens. Just graduated school and started helping out under Gerald's command. The boy is orphaned, the Argent family finds him stealing on the street and Edgar decides to hire him.

“What do you mean by ‘hilang’?” Marco said, his voice lowered as low as possible. "Stop?"

Rolan shook his head slowly. “Wit without a trace. Completely lost. Gerald asked him to fix the roof of the stables, and then he went missing.”

“Padal is still noon?” Marco said astonished.

“By noon,” murmured Rolan agreed. “His own work is not finished. Not even done yet. Gerald got angry and searched the boy all over the house. She's missing.”

“Maybe he is not lost in such a sense, but just play?” Marco tried to think of a more rational choice. “He's in his teens, maybe he's bored or what? Last time, he fell while chasing an incoming intruder, right? Maybe he actually wants to break.”

"I wouldn't call you home if he just ran away, would I?" Rolan shook his head, giving a frustrated growl. “He's a diligent and serious kid working! I've asked everyone such a possibility. Your butler gave assurances that Jack wasn't that kind of person.”

Marco frowned, looked straight into Rolan's brown eyes, then said quietly, “Is there anything you haven't said? I see it looks like you know something.”

Rolan turned his head to the right and to the left before sighing. He lowered his voice as he said, “Say, before he went missing, he walked into the Treatment Room.”

“For what?”

Rolan. The Nursing Room is the nickname for the rooms located at the back of the house, used to isolate sick people. Because it is not allowed to take Linda or Anna away from Argent's house, Rolan used the place to care for and examine the two Renata maids.

“I tried to ask the two maids, but they could not communicate yet. Anna was even more frightened and raved indistinctly.”

“What's the rapprochement?” ask Marco immediately.

“What's the matter? I can't read minds.”

“I mean, the cause of your servant's disappearance!” Rolan was annoyed. “Do you think this is still related to Charles? Or are you starting to agree that we're in touch with the mystical here?”

“You're a shaman or doctor?” Marco laughing. He gave a sharp look behind Rolan's glasses, trying to look at the extent to which the man was willing to try to persuade him. Marco has dealt with many things throughout his life. He was not surprised by the appearance of a kind of demon or ghost, and the possibility of a blood-sucking monster was also included in his consideration of the case of missing people and blood runs out.

But back in principle, Marco was never willing to show his heart or his head in front of others. He prefers to test the patience of one person to see to what extent the limit can be passed.

Rolan catches a reproach at the rhetorical question Marco throws at him, but does not pique it. He had worked in the underground world long enough. Curses, mockings, even fights have often been experienced. Indeed, if the mockery sentence came out of Marco's lips, it felt something different. It seemed like the old man had a talent of pounding one's body with words. But Rolan persisted at his initial conclusion, this is not human work. But then, what made Jack chosen as a victim? Does the withering happen randomly or are there certain conditions that must be met?

Rolan revealed the question to Marco, who unexpectedly, gave a serious response this time.

“Try to give me a list of people you've worked with.”

The People You've Dealt With certainly mean the bodies that Rolan has taken care of in connection with the missing persons case in Bjork. Rolan nodded in understanding, then walked out of the room to pick up the bag containing his medical files. He kept all the details in a special map and placed them in his room. When returning to Marco's study with a black suitcase bag containing the requested file, Marco was waiting with a snack that was arranged so artistically and luxuriously.

A pot of coffee cups in a porcelain container is placed sweetly on a low table, accompanied by two cups filled with a thick black liquid that reflects hot smoke. There's cream and milk in a silver container there, plus little cakes of various flavors. From sweet, savory, spicy, to slightly bitter like green tea flavor cake. Rolan whistled to see it, inwardly praising the speed of motion of the servants in this house. He could have guessed, Marco must have given a sudden order to prepare everything.

“How about Jack himself?” Rolan asked as he put the beerite on the sofa. He placed his black bag under, then carefully removed each file, sorting and stacking it next to the coffee pot. “You'll contact the police?”

“What can I report to them?” Marco said across from him. “My teenage work was lost in broad daylight when given the assignment?” Marco grunting. “How long has the child been missing? Calculate the time, enter a note. Take the captions from all the waiters, ask them one by one when, where, what time exactly was the last time they saw Jack.”

“You told me to do that?” Rolan raised both his eyebrows high. “As long as I'm busy checking the documents you also requested?”

Marco scatter. “Of course not. If you're the one hanging around there, why do I hire a waiter?”

“Then you can tell me directly that you told me to order George!” Rolan.

The old man in front of him laughed. His silver hair was shaken slightly each time he moved. “Do I always have to feed you anything you need to do, Rolan?”

“Alright, well,” cut Rolan quickly before Marco finds another way to reproach him. He called George, gave him detailed details to extract the testimony of the servants. While Geroge had several more senior servants do it for time efficiency, Rolan again sorted through the data for a considerable amount of time.