BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 67's

Gladys bent his head all the way, then finally pointed at one place to the south, behind the high walls of the tax office. “We go there only, the place is quiet.”

Sana stared at the direction Gladys was pointing at, then her face turned into horror. “No want, it's a border bridge.”

“It's okay, there is no prohibition to chat there.”

“But the place is too quiet!”

“That's right,” Gladys laughed, patting the dried leaf crumbs attached to her skirt. “The place looks from here. If there's anything, people will see us. There are people across there too, right?”

“But it's a wild village,” muttered Sana when her wrist was pulled onto the bridge. But he did not really protest, and just followed Gladys steps as light as the wind.

Their feet were carved into a wooden bridge that formed a strong arch, connecting the two halves between north and south in the Bjork region. Sana stared around with concern. Indeed, this place is clearly visible both from Bjork to the north and south. But he still cringes.

“He said, this place used to have a romantic history,” whispered Gladys. His fingers moved down the entire length of the bridge which was also made of wood. “You know how it is, right? About Romeo-Juliet romance. But if that's in our place, between South and North.”

Sana still looked agitated, she looked at Gladys with concern. The girl was a bit strange today, yet Sana tried not to think about it.

It is a precious day, a holiday once a week after six days of working a full day is a personal pleasure. At his place of work, the servants even barter his holiday schedule with a very heavy and many jobs.

But he would not let go of Gladys, at least until the girl revealed every detail of the famous Sir William's house to the ears of the servants.

“How did you get to work there? I heard the interview was pretty tough?”

Gladys, still running. He nodded in response. “Not difficult, just asked a few things like bedtime, as well as the ability to obey the rules without asking.”

“Did Sir William apparently have bad behavior in the general background? He likes to beat up waitresses?”

Gladys shook his head again.

“Did he give a job arbitrarily? For example, you know, rubbing all the silver until the light beats the electric light?”

Gladys laughing. "Of course not."

“What's he ...” This time Sana looked to the right and left before closing her lips and whispering in Gladys' ear, “doing harassment?”

Again a slab, making Sana sigh disappointed. “So, what dong scares you?”

Gladys. They stopped at the edge of a grassy field that limited the village area. The sheep graze there. A small river flowed beside them, making a soothing gurgling sound. Gladys took a breath, then explained, “There's a missing person, a young waiter.”

“That's it,” Gladys sighed. “Can't remember.”

“She's a new kid?”

“No, he came along with me. We haven't received a new waiter since I got in. Looks like we were the first to be hired.”

“You're bad too.” I don't know what else to comment.

“Not so! Not only me, but everyone forgets his name! Is that weird? And ... and recently, others started to forget that there was a missing child there!”

“Shortly, you mean ... loss how?” Sana started to wonder.

Gladys looked at his friend with teary eyeballs, took a breath, held him briefly in the mouth until both of his cheeks bulged, then exhaled him slowly. He told me everything that happened to Sana.

While listening, Sana bit her own nails. The story of the man who vanished suddenly reminded him a little bit of the story of the ghost ship, a ship where once everyone disappeared, leaving only coffee cups that were still filled and steaming, leaving behind, the newspaper that opens up like a new read, the deck and the wheelhouse are empty. Where are those people? Some people theorize about subtle-creatures, others cling to theories about aliens, while others insist that it is just a joke.

Sana couldn't think that the people who disappeared in Bjork were a joke. Gladys is now terrified after telling her what she experienced in her new job. She had to repeatedly convince the girl that no one would know and that she would not tell anyone else about what she heard this time, but Gladys grew even more afraid while pointing towards the river.

Sana's whole body was bristling. He buyak. Floating in the river, there was a strange white blob. The clump was like smoke, so mystical, it rolled in place and let out an odd hoarse voice. The white blob let out something that made the two girls scream in fear. Both of their legs felt heavy, and in the eternal, the two girls actually ran into the forest.

***

Marco twirled the pendulum in his lap. Ritual of blood, says Rolan. He did not want to know where the doctor knew things smelling like this—again anyway, it was indeed the man's job to know a lot of information needed. All he wanted to know was, why the Director of the Archive Center could turn pale when he saw this necklace yesterday. And even more strange, why after that, the fat guy even acted as if he didn't know anything.

Marco met Wallace, Director of the Archive Center in Bjork, yesterday afternoon. Looking at the medallion brought by Marco, the man widened his two brilliant green eyes. Judging from his reaction, the man clearly knew what the strand Marco was hanging on his finger meant. Wallace's two hands had even been raised, ready to grab, but Marco was faster. He jerked his golden chain and gripped his pendulum tightly, hiding the golden sphere within his palm.

At that very instant, Wallace seemed to have gone back to his right mind. His eyes blinked once, then the strange twinkle that had crossed also became lost.

“Where did you get that necklace, Mr Argent?” wallace asked, his eyes glancing at the watch. It was three in the afternoon. The Discussion Hall was still quiet, there were only a few cleaning officers chatting as well as some nobles in the lobby, far away from them.

Marco only gave a slanted smile in response.

“I know many symbols and emblems, but such one I have never seen,” Wallace said again. His lips were busy sucking and puffing cigarette smoke, but his eyes repeatedly glanced at the necklace in Marco's hand. “I think, the necklace is not a valuable item,” added Wallace again because Marco still survives in silence.

“Masa?” reply Marco full search. He watched Wallace closely, liking the fleeting sense of uneasiness that appeared in his dark green eyes. “But this necklace is made of pure gold. Mr Wallace, you must be very tasteful, or eccentric? To the extent that, gold becomes a worthless item in your eyes.”

Wallace smoked his cigarette deeper, his face looking like he was thinking hard. “Gold is not everything, Mr. Argent,” the man said quickly. Marco could see sweat dots on his temples. “Gold even ... sometimes carry curses.”