Demon Tribe (7)
“He killed his wife and got out? Is that possible?”
When Marquis Wenson, who was looking through the documents, asked, the butler began to explain further. In other words, he disguised it as his wife rolling on the stairs.
Actually, she died because she was beaten, but he was able to hide it because he hit the hidden place and there was no autopsy.
“Did he sell his son?”
“He said he was crazy for a moment, but he’s already the third one. Recently, he had been thinking about selling his current wife.”
Marquis Wenson drew out two papers with a troubled face.
“These two would be nice. Try to call them in.”
The butler’s face, which checked the documents, was worried. It was because the chosen ones were of little use, and the sin they committed felt terrible.
“Are you sure you don’t mind? They’re not of good quality.”
“We will hire them because we need them. Of course, no one should know that our family employs them. They shouldn’t even be seen going in and out of the mansion, so tell them to be out on the street at the time I order them. I will take them in a carriage.”
“All right.”
The faithful butler doubted the Marquis’ intentions but acted according to his orders. The Marquis pushed the work on the desk and instructed the servant and his secretary to go out.
Left alone in the office, he opened the last drawer of his desk with a key. There was a dagger hidden from the red lady.
It was just an object, but every time the Marquis looked at this dagger, he felt as if his body had never been stronger before.
Did you say ritual dagger?
The Red Lady said it was a loan, but the Marquis did not want to return the dagger. After releasing the second empress, it would be useless anyway, so she might give it to him if he asked.
He doesn’t think she’ll ask him to return a dagger.
Marquis Wenson reached into the drawer and picked up the dagger. Holding it in his hand, he pretended to wield it lightly, imagining the sacrifice’s blood soaking the blade of the dagger.
What does she mean, a sacrifice? What made her think that?
However, since it was a sacrifice to break the curse of the chain, he thought the sacrifice was right. Those whom the butler summoned today were sacrificial lambs to lift the curse.
The Marquis grabbed the dagger and blankly fantasized about using it. The Marquis with an ecstatic expression was reflected through the window of the office, but the Marquis did not know it.
* * *
A brief reply came back to Marquis Wenson’s secret contact.
Tonight at 1 pm.
Upon receiving the reply, the Marquis was delighted like a child. He has killed people, but he only used others to kill, but he never did it himself.
Stabbing a person with a dagger… Blood splattered, and he felt as if he could hear the last sound of the man’s heart.
Marquis Wenson didn’t participate in the slaughtering or killing of the game even when he participated in a previous hunting competition. He despised the smell of blood and death, but he was now unaware of this change in himself.
At the order of the Marquis, the butler sent a message to the two to prepare and come out to the designated place.
They were supposed to receive a gold coin each after they finished their work.
He said that they did not know which noble family he belonged to, and they readily agreed with the words that they should keep their mouth shut before and after starting work.
They know it’s dangerous.
The Marquis of Wenson was pounding and waiting in the dark. He had already prepared an unwritten carriage and kept it hidden in the neighboring Adelia family.
As it got darker and the time for the appointment drew nearer, the Marquis climbed into the carriage and told the coachman where he was going.
The carriage quietly cut through the darkness and proceeded to the promised place with the men who were to be sacrificed. They were waiting on the corner with nervous faces.
“Get in.”
When the carriage stopped in front of them, the Marquis ordered. He had not been accompanied by a servant or servant to minimize the number of witnesses.
Instructed the driver not to look back, he did not even look this way.
At the opening of the carriage door and commanding them, two men climbed into the carriage. They were ridiculously shabby.
In the first place, when selecting candidates, the Marquis even had their height and physique written down on the paper. It was because he thought it would not be easy to kill if they had a good physique.
“What do we have to do?”
The man who killed his wife seemed to have recognized at a glance that Marquis Wenson was an aristocrat. The way he looked at him was so polite.
“You just have to act as my bodyguard for a while. Do not open your mouth until I allow you to, and follow me quietly.”
I can’t believe we’re bodyguards… Apparently unwilling, they shut up because they were supposed to get a lot of money. In the meantime, the carriage was running to Marquis Hassler.
They may have recognized the place as Marquis Of Hassler, but it didn’t matter because they were dead anyway.
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