BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 73's

“For God's sake,” murmured Rolan. “Is this one of the few things I shouldn't know about?” ask him about Marco. He knew that several times, the head of the Argent Family interfered in political affairs in Bjork. If this is one of Marco's steps in regulating Bjork's future world order, Rolan will not interfere. He would rather not know anything.

“No, it's our business,” said Marco while nodding at Wallace. “If you want to calm down, you will not be tied up. We can talk good. Nod your head if you agree.”

Wallace looked to the right and left nervously. The two people who blocked his hands put on a terrible look, made him tremble, then nodded weakly.

“Take him to my workroom,” Marco orders, then puts his head on Rolan, having the doctor follow him.

Two workers complied with it immediately. Wallace was swept away without any further resistance. The three of them walked first towards Marco's study, while the two employers followed closely behind. The living room was under George's control, who called into the butler's room for help.

“Actually, what the hell is this?” rolan whispered while looking at Wallace who was forced to sit on a chair. They were now in Marco's study on the second floor. Marco and Rolan stood side by side in front of Wallace, who was haphazard-faced. Rolan turned his head and whispered, “He's the Director of the Archive Center, right? Mr Wallace?”

Marco nodded and whispered back, “You have found everything I asked you to find out?”

Rolan scrunched his nose. “Mana! I was busy tiling up with so many documents and you called. George said, there's something very important, and when I came, you'd already snatched up a character in Bjork! This is a very important affair?”

“Of course, and info about the blood ritual I need for this important thing.”

“Oh, that's great. You told me this was like a tyrant. Are you an Argent or Napoleon?” gerutu Rolan was sebal. “But I know you're a bitch, so I brought it. Little did I find because you interjected in the middle of a search.”

Marco rolled his eyeballs. The door to the study room is locked tightly. Two of his workers stood guard on Wallace's left and right sides, respectively. The director was still screaming and crying for a while, raving furiously, and also raging, so Marco ordered Gerald to tie him to the chair.

Rolan injected her with a sedative and Wallace was now asleep. The man slept with a pale face and looked horrified. His head fell limp over his shoulder. His temples were bruised, slightly bleeding from being tracked down by Marco.

“OK, since the four of us are here, that means this person has something to do with your mystery?” ask Rolan. His eyes looked at Hans and Gerald who were sitting on the side of Wallace's chair, like guards. The difference is, the two workers did not keep Wallace from harm, but rather kept Wallace from harming their employers.

Marco nodded. He put his hand into the pocket of the suit, taking out a flattened can containing four small white bundles. The bundle was only the size of an adult's little fingertips, the texture was chewy like gum. Marco took the four bundles and gave them to Hans and Gerald, two each.

Both workers already know what they should do with the rubber. They stuff it into the ear hole.

“Smart,” comments Rolan, has often seen the order is done. The workers, as well as some of Inspector Robert's police officers, often receive earplugs to prevent them from knowing important information to be discussed in enclosed spaces. Even in the core, Marco still does not want to put the trust of one hundred percent. Rolan wondered to himself, what percentage of trust Marco had in him.

After being convinced that both of his workers had not heard what they said, Marco turned to Rolan, turning his back on Wallace. “The man knows what our necklace means.”

“Our necklace?” rearrange, a little discordant. “Since when did the necklace become ours, or even you personally?”

“That thing is in our hands.” Marco shrugged his shoulders unconcerned. “He looked very panicked, repeatedly saying that I should return the necklace to where I picked it up. He also looked very shocked and in disbelief when I said, the pendulum of the necklace has been successfully opened and I know what is in it.”

“Can you open it?” Rolan raised his glasses that had sagged.

“In the meantime, please tell me first, how could Mr Wallace suddenly know about the necklace in your hand?”

Marco recounts the search for the emblems and symbols in the official books listed. He also recounted his visit yesterday to the Discussion Building, then his experiments drew information from Wallace there. Rolan commented on Marco's actions as “Hal Gegabah”, but the old man just laughed crisply. The story then continues on the unexpected arrival of Wallace, his absorption in the living room, as well as the man's fear of something. The two of them also listened back to the voice recording from Marco's recorder.

“Could be concluded,” Rolan thought, “The owner of the necklace is not Mr. Wallace.”

“You ... don't know how terrible it is,” the sound is weak and trembling, coming from behind Marco.

Rolan and Marco turned to Wallace who was beginning to wake up. Hans and Gerald were already standing on standby, staring at Marco for approval. After Marco nodded, the two removed the earplugs and began to go full standby.

“So, you do know what the necklace means,” Marco said. He drew a step closer to Wallace, sending out a threatening aura. “I could've thrown you at the bouncers, but Mr. Wallace, let's talk things out nicely. Tell me everything you know about the necklace. Tell me about the owner.”

Wallace looked at Marco with a hostile look. Rolan guessed the man would definitely talk, but he was wrong. Wallace just laughed. A long, hard laugh. Like a possessed man.

Wallace finally stopped laughing as Marco flushed it with water in a flowerbed. The thing that Rolan could not understand was how quickly Wallace had changed emotions. From the initially sobbing sedan, it now became so indifferent and cold, like it had lost control of itself.

When Marco threatens him with corporal punishment and a prison cell, Wallace gives a scornful look.

“The punishment of you is absolutely nothing compared to what he can do to me.”

“Who is he?” Rolan took over.

“People like you don't need to know!” Wallace's two eyeballs flashed with anger. “For Marco Argent to find the necklace, I can still accept, but you? Dark doctor, gutter rat! I heard you even experimented with your own wife right?! Ha! That little lacur! He deserves to die!”

Just moment.

Within such a short distance of time, Rolan had already grabbed the small pen in his pocket and stuck it into Wallace's neck, right in his great artery. Both of Rolan's eyes narrowed. The brown color no longer exuded hospitality.

“A little bit I move, blood will gush from your neck. Spraying until it runs out,” whispered slowly and darkly. Rolan's body bent, one hand resting on his bent knee. The man looked different than usual. “At that time, what happened? A great pain. Your head is like it's about to break, your temples are throbbing, your brain is asking for blood. Your breath will be short. Hot blood soaks your skin and clothes, making them sticky. Your view is blurry, then you will .. die.” The last sentence was uttered while scratching the sharp tip of the pen around Wallace's neck.

Wallace swallowed hard. Cold sweat ran down his back. Neck's wet. “You ... won't dare,” whispers raucously. He had already gained enlightenment when he fainted. It didn't matter to him, even if he had to go to jail. “Again, you won't get anything from killing me!”

“No,” Rolan shook his head. “I won't give you a pleasant death like just now. Instead, since you know me so well, you must know how I handle problems.” His eyeballs dimmed. “Could be cut into small pieces, starting from the tip of the nail, to the tip of the hair. Even your teeth will be removed first. I pulled one after the other. Ah, must be so much fun! What am I going to use? The tang? The scissors? I'll do it very slowly, you'll enjoy it.”

Hans and Gerald glanced at each other in horror. Secretly gulped, determined not to make the Argent family doctor angry at them.

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