BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 9's

“So, where was our star just now?” jose muttered while speeding up the road.

His goal in coming to the Discussion Hall was to find out about Sir William. If the man doesn't come, it's all for free. The road takes him there's a Bjork border.

There is a river that divides the city of Bjork into North and South parts. The bridge that connects the area on two sides of the river is made of logs that are tightly tied with black rope.

Sir William was wearing formal attire when he saw her just now. The man's face looked unhappy. As Jose chased, his figure disappeared behind the corner. After that corner there was only a wall of the tax office building. On the other side is the boundary of the river that separates Bjork in two, so chances are Sir William went there.

It was strange because the area on the other side of the bridge was a slum; only the poor lived there.

Following his intuition, Jose crossed the bridge.

And now he's lost.

Jose turned his head left and right, looking for the person he was following. Unfortunately the fog started to fall, blocking the view.

Jose swore, forgetting that in the area across the bridge, fog often appeared and covered the view in an erratic period. The fog was still thin and moved gently like candle smoke, so Jose was not too anxious. He continued to look for William. The man should still not be far from him, because Jose is chasing as fast as he can, and no one in Bjork can beat his running speed. He's sure of it.

Jose did not want to turn over the bridge because even though the fog made his feelings bad, but he felt he had lost the responsibility to return.

He moved his feet a step and screamed in shock as he slipped into a hole.

Jose complained and cursed. The hole was not deep, only half the height. The problem is that the excavated soil is still soft. Soft and damp, making the nice suit so full of mud. He reached his hand up, trying to climb up when he heard the sound of laughter. It sounded unpleasant and like a mock, giving Jose goosebumps. He immediately turned around, pressed his back against the earthen wall and furrowed himself as small as possible inside the hole. His legs can only be bent against the chest because the hole is not wide. Jose put up an ear, tried to listen carefully.

The laughter came again. It sounds like the laughter of a man, though hoarse.

Jose's nape bristles. The coldness spread throughout his body. He lifted his face, looked at the orange sky that was slightly covered in fog, then he shouted out in a loud voice, “Who is there?”

There's no answer. There was only the wind that built the fur of Rome. He stood up to leave the place, but as he was raising his feet to find a foothold, something cold and dense hit his face. Jose shouted in surprise, he fell back into the hole. His heart was beating very fast and his cheeks were sore.

The laughter sounded again.

Jose rubbed his cheeks, staring at what was thrown at his face just now: a lump of earth. Precisely, a lump of wet soil. A sense of heat bubbled up in Jose's chest, making him exclaim full of anger, “Who's there?!”

He jumped out with great difficulty, then looked around with great anger. “Who threw this mud!? My name is Argent, and whoever you are better off on your knees apologizing now!”

Again, all that was heard was the sound of the wind. Even the laughter was no longer heard.

“Do not hide!” jose shouted loudly. He walked wide looking down, watching at the other hole. “Be aware that the fog is light! I'll search every house here and bring the culprit to jail! I swear!”

Jose wasn't serious about his threat. He only bluffs to make the culprit appear while saving self-esteem. His feet stepped to the place where the bridge just now there—remembered. The bridge he could not find.

Am I going the wrong way?

Jose turned around, knowing that it was not wise to walk around in the fog, but still he strengthened his heart and went back to walking. He wanted to quickly leave this place. His feelings are not at all comfortable.

Jose felt desperate and started to worry. This white mist surrounded him like a curtain. A little longer in the fog, Jose was sure he would not be able to see his own hands.

He walked faster, rushed, and hit someone.

The man screamed in shock. His hands wrapped around Jose's hands, his legs, and they both fell together. Jose's face hit the ground.

“Hey, who are you!? Unhand me! Let go of me!”

Children's voices. A boy who has not returned, because his voice is still high. The fog had started to thicken, but he could see the child's face quite clearly. His curly hair was corn blonde, cut short to the neck. His blue eyes were pale, and his face was fierce. The boy was wearing cheap, stiff clothes like a handyman.

Jose rolled aside, spitting the ground out of his mouth. “Quiet, I won't hurt you!” said it. “I'm looking for someone.”

“Who's looking!?” The boy rolled over, despite asking questions to answer, but he soon moved on to escape.

Jose, who was delighted to finally find one human, immediately blocked the boy's arm. He did not care even though the person he was blocking was shouting ferociously.

“Hey, relax! I'm Argent! I'm coming from North Bjork!” Jose was upset. “You're a boy, a time of screaming!”

Jose closed his eyes, feeling the heat on his cheeks. It took him a few seconds to realize that he had just gotten a slap. He had indeed realized there was going to be a blow, so it had shifted away. But the boy slapped.

“What are you doing!?” he snapped while twisting the child in front of him in annoyance. His slap did not hurt because he had avoided a little, but still irritated. Jose blamed this mist for the delay in his reaction. "Just slap people! Damn you!"

“You're the brash! I'm not a boy!”

Jose gawked, but the child who slapped him was even more shocked. The boy closed his mouth, as if he had just slipped, then again jerked his blocked hand. “Let me go! You kidnapper! Release now!”

“I'm not a kidnapper!” Jose finally realized why the boy was panicking so much. “I am not a kidnapper, I am lost, really!” he said full of seriousness. “I was mired in a hole and someone threw my face in the mud. And, hey .. lest you throw me with mud?”

“Which way might!?” The boy glared fiercely at Jose. “I just want to go home quickly! This fog is dangerous! And only the bad guys roam in the mist!”

“You're not evil. Neither did I,” Jose tried to persuade. He knew that it was not the boy who threw a punch in his face because the sound of laughter he heard was clearly heavier. His voice was raspy with vibration. “Can I hang out for a while at your house? Only until the fog disappears!”

The boy looked worried, but no longer jerked his hands full of rebellion. He looked at Jose doubtfully.

“Come, if we both stay here, then the road will be invisible because of the fog!” Jose urges.

The boy still thought for a while before finally nodding. “But if you're messing around, watch out! I kicked your seeds until they broke!”

Wild boy! Jose cried out inwardly.

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