The Rhyme of the Depositary

015 - SEASON 2

A tattoo in the shape of a yin and yang symbol numbering three circles is beautifully engraved with black ink on Klayver's back. Among all the symbols, there was a circular dragon tattoo, as if the creature was carrying three symbols in its grip and upper back.

This tattoo is very unique. It was about fifteen times twenty centimeters. Beautiful and charming engraved on Klayver's copper skin. Although the shape is quite large and prominent, but quite effective if covered by a shirt or shirt so that the logo is not visible at all.

Is that why Klayver killed all the women who witnessed the sign? That's why he hid it so seriously?

Then, what fate would Alice experience after she saw this secret tattoo. Could her life be worthless now? How ironic.

Alice walked backwards not knowing the direction. Her feelings are mixed. He doesn't want to know a sensitive secret and be able to harm himself he doesn't want to be involved in information that could get him in a difficult position.

Alice looked down deeply and did not notice as Klayver pulled back her shirt and quietly sat down silently observing this woman.

"Why did you tell me this?" Alice asked the giddy. His face was depressed.

"To tie you up."

Huh huh?

What reason is that. Alice sat back down, taking the last seat. He didn't want his thoughts to get contaminated with Klayver's ambiguous way of thinking.

Tied it? Where does seeing a tattoo come from become a bond? Alice feared it would be a death bond.

"Can you define the meaning of binding?" Alice showed a confused face.

"Hmh …." A reluctant snort came out of Klayver's throat.

"I trust you with this secret and you have to trust me with your secret. From now on, we have to be open, that's how this cooperation is intertwined. Bond of trust." Klayver said sure.

So is this the kind of bond Klayver wants? Alice nodded trying to understand.

"Let's eat. It's time to eat." Klayver stood up, followed Alice behind him.

The hour hand showed twelve o'clock. Alice frowned, not expecting that this fast time had passed.

They passed through a small hallway before finally arriving in the kitchen with a U-shaped kitchen set. Klayver stood in the middle of the kitchen set, taking some ingredients from the top drawer hanging from the ceiling and also equipping them with groceries from the refrigerator.

The man moves like an expert chef. He heats beef ribs in the grill as much as two servings with a complete mixture of spices.

The aroma of roasted meat and spices was tempting Avery's smell. Making his stomach churn so much that it let out an embarrassing sound.

Klayver didn't react. He continued his cooking and was not disturbed by Avery's stomach. After the ribs mature, he put them on a small container and waved his hand to give directions for Alice to bring this dish to where she wanted it.

"Take this into the backyard. We're eating out!" door's flat.

Alice could only nod and take him to the courtyard as per the instructions Klayver had directed.

Alice opened the kitchen door and pushed him carefully. He was shocked when he realized what the backyard meant was an area of two hundred square meters with a large pond.

This pond is surrounded by several large trees that do not know what kind. Some trees are foreign trees. Probably a tree from Asia.

In addition, some other plants of the rose type of various colors also live well. In one corner there is also a jasmine plant that gives off a distinctive fragrant aroma.

This pool looks clear. The water is small rippling with a unique color due to exposure to the sun. A set of wooden lounge chairs is located in the corner of the back wall of the kitchen, facing the pool.

Alice pitched this dish on the available wooden table. He was amazed, not expecting Klayver to have a high taste in choosing the design and furniture of the house. Is the silence behind his cold and indifferent soul keeping its own side of beauty?

Alice sat on a wooden chair, leaned back and began to enjoy the gentle rustling wind. He felt his emotions relax a little. Who would have thought being stuck in the courtyard of a professional assassin cottage could calm his mood?

Alice would bet. If anyone had seen this cottage, they would have never expected its owner to be a ruthless killer. Who would have thought that a classy appearance could cover up a person's moral depravity?

Alice almost fell asleep when suddenly Klayver's voice broke all her calm.

"Eat, I bring tea too."

Alice opened her eyes and opened her eyes. Klayver was already standing at the side of the table with a large tray containing two medium-sized cups of tea, an omelet, and a salad to complement this lunch.

Klayver's existence was very sudden. No sound of steps or other signs. Could it be that he had the ability to disguise himself so that even his movements were undetected? It should be touted as the greatest in the black world that he wrestled.

"Thank you." Alice was a little uncomfortable and shifted her seat to the side, providing a place for the man to sit a distance away from her.

Clayman sat quietly. He started eating slowly in silence. All of his movements were graceful and had a perfect tabble manner. God, how could a perfect person like this be a cold-blooded killer?

Not long after, Avery took the dish. He had to relax a little bit of his vigilance. If Alice always suspected that the food served by Klayver was poisonous, she could have been paranoid herself. In addition, he needs to practice a new bond of trust with Klayver. He would erode his bad feelings about this man little by little.

Alice admired the taste of meat in front of her. This roasted beef rib actually has a mouth-watering spice aroma. Where did this man learn to cook? Alice alone a real woman is not this smart in terms of the kitchen. She always relied on Susan and Rachel when it came to cooking.

Once in a while, Alice does cook as well, but it is just a basic recipe that is easy to do. Axel usually always protested his cooking.

"Klayver ...," call Alice.

This man just kept silent. He did not respond to the call.

"Aren't you going to kill me after all this is done? Anyway, I've learned of the existence of your symbolic tattoo." Alice asked worriedly.

He had been holding this question from earlier. Alice had to reveal her sense of urgency before her brain began to think that it wasn't.

"I told you it all depends on you. If you're smart enough and don't divulge my identity for you to sell to the other side, I won't bother you. However, if it were the other way around, of course I would end your life. Don't ask me how I'm going to kill you, I have so many ways," said Klayver casually, "or are you interested in ending your life in bed, like I did with those women?"

Alice jerks. Klayver said something about murder in an arsictocratic style and a very gentle tone. His expression was unreadable without the slightest ripple. My God, this guy is obviously an acute psychopath.

"Are you so ethical that you're still so gentle when you talk about murder?" Alice goosebumps. He moved his seat further away from Klayver.

Klayver smelled a smile. He looked at Alice without any warmth and said something in a loud manner.

"Two weeks from now, we'll be tied up as husband and wife. What dowry do you want from me, honey?"

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A black-cute woman was staring at a man in his early thirties. The man carried a pile of files in a polite manner. He stared unconvincedly at the sixties woman who was sitting as gracefully as the queen.

They sit in a VIP room of a famous restaurant in central New York. Two salespeople deliver food with impeccable formality.

The woman was known as The Queen. He nodded and waved, giving a small piece of content to chase away the maids who were considered as bully flies.

"What did you bring for me?" his tan was cold, toying with the knife in his right hand.

The man, just bowed silently and opened a file in his hand. He pointed to a certain passage, brought the information closer to The Queen, and nodded meaningfully.

"Last time, when I managed to track down his whereabouts, the guy that Eyes Evil suspected was in the vicinity of London. Whether it's a rumor or it's true."

The Queen snatched the dossier arrogantly and studied it. He saw some photos taken by the man and was disappointed. This is not the figure he is looking for.

"I'm not looking for this guy. For the third time, you gave me the wrong information!" he said sharply, not accepting.

The man just rubbed his nose and thought of something. God fucking. Dealing with that old woman was indeed troublesome. Every piece of information he gives up is always untrue. Every time he searched for information again, The Queen never gave any clues so his steps could only rely on luck.

"I still don't know what kind of person you want to be. I can only guess based on instinct, ma'am. If you don't mind easing my duties, can you give me the features to make my search easier?"

The Queen nodded uncertainly. What he wanted to look for began to look as a faint shadow. The figure disappeared with time.

"Just look for the person who has the symbol tattoo of three ying circles and the one with the dragon flanking in between."

"Where is the tattoo?" ask the skeptic.

"The back." The Queen said steadily. "If you find him, bring me his picture and I'll be able to confirm whether that person is really him or not."

The Queen said steadily. He did not remember much, but if he saw the person, his instincts would work quite observant so as to distinguish whether the person was the person he was looking for.

While the man in front of him can only be inflamed in the heart. Hey, looking for a twenty-nine-year-old man without a clue, just based on a unique tattoo on the back is definitely not something easy.

The man nodded tired. Does that mean The Queen is just playing him? Could it be that the woman hoped she would open the back of every man on the street to confirm the tattoo she described? How many hundreds of times will he be mass beaten for moral transgressions in public places?

The Queen stared at the end of the table with a cold gaze. His golden eyes flashed very sharply. He touched the tip of the crystal-colored glass and sipped it slowly.

This old woman, despite being sixty years old, yet her face still looked to be in her forties. The features of her face were still tight and had a special beauty. Beauty that seems cold and haughty.

"Do another search. Give the result immediately!" his orders do not want to be disputed. The man was just a little grimace. The master has given the order. What else could he do other than do the commandment with all his heart? The Queen is really a complex woman.

"Madam, it's not easy to find the guy you mentioned. He's pretty good at hiding. In addition, he was also a fugitive of many parties."

The man needed to convince The Queen that the person he wanted the information to be was not a random person. Is it easy to hunt down slippery people like that? It is also known as Eyes Evil. Devil's eye. Who could easily find a demon guy like him?

"Are you not a great hacker? Use your ability to break into any information. I want accurate information on Evil Eyes as soon as possible." The Queen narrowed her eyes, focusing on a scene behind an outside window.

The metropolitan city seems busy. Vehicles stamped on the main roads. Buildings crammed into each other. People are doing each other's activities.

Activities running as usual. But for The Queen, there was no ordinary day for her life. Every second he had had he went through in this quest. He devoted all his energy, treasure, and time to searching for a person called Evil Eyes.

Where is that guy? Why is it like a wind without existence? How smart is he hiding so that all parties are confused by his deceptive actions?

The Queen stood up, clenching both hands to her sides. He walked silently, completely silently towards the large window of this restaurant. His eyes were floating, not necessarily in direction.

The man nearby stared in admiration. Even at her age, this woman had hidden elegance and strength. His steps were firm and silent. A very effective move to approach the opponent and attack the opponent suddenly.

"Miss, can you give me more accurate information so I can focus more on figuring out where it is?" The man was careful

The Queen is too strong. Of course the man did not want to offend the haughty woman on purpose. Sure didn't. Hey, he still wants his safety.

"He had sharp eagle eyes and a strong killing sight. He also had a special aura as a murderer. You must carefully look for it, if it's too careless, your life will drift." The Queen said in. His gaze was still staring into the distance in the void. His black suit further strengthened the cold aura he had.

The man nodded weakly. The sharp eagle eye. A strong killing sight. A special aura as a killer.

What kind of traits are those? Where can you find a man with such criteria? Oh my God, it seems like he's going crazy in a moment because of this complicated task.

"Do this job well, Daniel. I don't want you to fail again!"

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