BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 75's

Nolan shrugged his shoulders. "The fog came erratically. It should be another half hour, if it comes. Why?"

"We'd better get out of this forest" Jose said.

"And the guy?" Nolan pointed across the river. Jose quickly dropped the boy's hand and glared at him.

"It's not polite to point, I'm not leaving him." Jose pulls a belt of rope that is coiled around his coat, then multiplies it to one of the nearby trees, making it a marker. "We're back and looking for patrol cops. If he's a sick man, he's gotta be helped."

Nolan looked at Jose doubtfully. "Police? No cop ever comes here."

Jose finished tying the knot to the branch of the nearest trembesi tree. "Who did you forget to talk to?" the tananya while jumping back onto the trail and waving at Nolan. "I'm Jose Argent. If I ask the police to come, they'll come."

"You ... " Nolan gaped, but was gobsmacked. "It's so arrogant."

No time to respond to Nolan, Jose turned hastily to get out of the forest. He heard Nolan's voice walking behind him. A moment later, the girl was already running on Jose's side.

Despite just sneering at Jose, Nolan was actually quite happy to hear Jose's convincing way of speaking, and was amazed by the man's confidence. But he harbored all that admiration and replaced it with a sense of annoyance about how easy things were for Jose just because the man was a Northman.

Nolan turned his head back, towards the river, and almost tripped over to fall.

"Why?" ask Jose. They had already turned to the wider road leading to the green field.

Nolan shook. “My feelings are not good. It would be scary if when looking, the person turned out to have crossed the river.”

“Not even good, huh? Means he's still conscious,” Jose replied in passing.

Jose was momentarily goosebumps, but he shook his head quickly to keep his focus. All he expected at this moment was that the woman they saw did not experience the same thing as Higgins.

May his blood still be there.

I hope the woman is just sleeping and resting there.

Jose knew his expectations were ridiculous, but that was all he could think of. Because, when he heard the gurgling of the river water and the wind in this forest, he inevitably became reminded of the events of the other day; when the black creature that sniffed was chasing them while crossing the river.

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When Marco walked down with a swinging step that seemed to be full of mastery, what came to Sir William's mind was the same sight as a dozen years ago, when he saw the man in a younger version.

On the other hand, what Marco saw was a younger version of the senior Sir William Bannet he knew. William Bannet lived in Bjork, then moved from the city after a small problem.

“Good day,” greet Sir William while showing off the best smile. Despite knowing that Marco would not change his manners, I reached out to shake.

Marco replied with a nod, then immediately asked, “Good afternoon, Son. It's been a long time since this house wasn't visited by the Bannet Family, I didn't even know your father had a son. How's it going?”

Marco wants to say that he is grieving, but not so. It would be silly to say that even though the man in front of him did not look sad at all. On the contrary, William looked cheerful. About thirty years ago an older Sir William Bannet came to Bjork. At that time Marco was already the ruler behind Bjork, although not yet as strong as now. At that time there were many strange events that appeared in Bjork. Marco still could not dispel his suspicions of senior Sir William Bannet, and now his son had appeared. Inwardly, Marco wondered, when the man had a child and how old the junior William Bannet was now before him.

Sir William was around his early 30s. His body was firm, his facial bones were smooth and firm, his hair was golden blonde, and the man had a pleasant friendly smile, and he was well mannered. There was no reason why anyone could not like him, but Marco's nape was still goosebumps, as if he was standing before a hungry lion.

“Listen, Marquis Argent was a polite person,” William quipped, pulling back his hand that had been ignored since earlier.

Ignoring the greetings of others is clearly never in Marco's dictionary, he can still be polite even to people he hates a lot. But there is a particular reason why he did not return Sir William's hand. His instincts shouted danger alarms, telling him to be alert. “Yes, but supplies are limited to certain circles," Marco replied to the man's insinuations.

“Quiet, I'm not here to fight,” William raised both his hands in a surrender position. His eyes glinted gently over the reflection of the sunlight that drifted from the window. “Actually I have a need with Mr. Wallace. Urgent interests. I heard, she's here?”

Marco's cheeks twitching. His heart was happy. “No, he's long gone.”

“Oh? So, he's gone? Has it been a while?”

Marco glanced at his watch before answering, “Sejam ago.” He suddenly felt the need to lie to Sir William. He felt that there was a strange connection between Bannet and the strange events in Bjork. And if Wallace knows anything, they should both be kept away.

“Sweet,” murmured William while tapping his index finger on his chin. “So, Mr. Wallace left by leaving his car here.”

Marco's heart was like a slide. He forgot to clean up the vehicle that Wallace was riding. His new discoveries this afternoon set him at a dead end. Inwardly, Marco wondered if it might be his age that affected this.

William widens his smile. “When will Mr Wallace return? Did he tell you?”

Marco knew that William knew Wallace was still in his house. He could see from the full look of judgment on the golden-blonde youth. Marco didn't want to let him see Wallace, but also didn't want to just let the man off the hook.

“If you may know, what business is it? It seems like a very important thing, until you are willing to come all the way to find the Argent.” residence

William put on a slanted smile. He took a step straight towards Marco, then said in a slow voice, “Searching for something.”

Marco gnashing.

Direct shots to the core of the problem.

Marco now believes there is indeed a connection between Wallace and Sir William.

Marco rubbed his jaw, considering what he was going to say. Just as he was opening his mouth to answer, George entered the room hurriedly.

“Sorry, Sir,” he said with a serious face. “Inspector Robert waiting outside.”

Marco frowned. Three unexpected guests in the same afternoon. He began to think that today might be the World Day of Unbeing.

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