The Rhyme of the Depositary

021 - SEASON 2

Maxen looked at the dark sky. No stars give light tonight. Only the night wind blew a little. He stood inside behind the balcony trellis of the room. His eyes light dimmed. His sturdy hands did not look as strong as usual.

How long has he been in solitude? Seeing the clouds and only befriending the desolate shadows.

Actually, he's tired. To stay strong and live in the dark. What he had been doing all this time was simply running and acting behind brutality.

Once, Maxen stared at the palm of his hand and screamed alone. He saw a lot of blood there, smelling rancid, and smelling death. What an ironic thing.

He wanted to go, but there was nowhere for him to go. All the doors are closed. All the rejection he found. Finally what was left, he again stood in the dark. I don't know how long.

Alena, his stepmother who is the birth mother of Harry was not much different. She's a woman strong enough to survive in the dark no matter how many lives she takes.

The only thing left is Harry. Either the man was too stupid, or too brave, so broke the rope and chose to leave. Leaving a future wife who is now his.

This time Maxen should be grateful and grateful to Harry. His sister had left something very precious. Something he really wants to have right now.

But, should men seem to be hanging out with Rachel? That woman is as white as winter snow. Untainted and untouched. They are like two people in opposite poles.

Maxen snorted tiredly, turned around, and took a lying position. The clock shows early morning. Although drowsiness has not attacked him, but his body needs rest so inevitably Maxen must lay his body to get quality sleep.

In his sleep, Maxen dreams he embraces Rachel with adoration. The woman smiled sincerely for him. A beautiful smile that Maxen had first gotten from a woman.

The dream had messed up Maxen's sleep that had just run an hour. With giddy eyes, Maxen whispered something.

"Harry, what if I start loving your woman? Do you forgive my actions?"

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The day is late. Alice and Klayver spend the night together in a VIP room of a famous hotel.

After their reception ends, Klayver directs them to a top hotel in downtown Manhattan. Alice did not comment too much and only agreed in passing.

Alice doesn't really understand Klayver's way of thinking. He had assumed that renting a hotel would not affect them at all. The fact is that their marriage was just a piece of paper. There is no value behind it.

However, apparently Klayver had his own thoughts. Alice guessed she needed a connection with the owner of this hotel, so when the person offered her a VIP room, she immediately accepted.

"Sleep!" order the clayver when he saw Alice still sitting undecided at the end of the bed.

Alice had changed into warm pajamas. He saw Klayver in the corner of the room who was now opening a laptop.

"What are you trying to do?" ask Alice in curiosity.

Klayver glanced at the woman and returned busy with her laptop. He pressed several keyboard keys at high speed. When Alice thought Klayver would not answer her question, Klayver suddenly said briefly.

"Try to enter the hotel's security system."

Alice raised her eyebrows. He didn't understand the direction of Klayver's conversation. Does that mean Klayver's a hacker too? Like Daniel? But why penetrate the business systems of others?

Could Klayver be too bored with the situation and decide on a fad? The way to find entertainment is a little abnormal.

Alice grunted violently. He began to realize something. What is normal about a murderer?

"You're a hacker?" ask Alice terlejut.

"I can be anything I want to be."

Waw. What kind of answer is that? He can be anything he wants. Why did Klayver not become a saint so that his life brought benefits to many people? Monks for example.

"Is there something wrong with this hotel?" ask Alice. He wanted to walk closer to see Kalyver's activities, but was afraid of interfering. So Alice was quite content to sit at the end of the bed. A little distance from the man.

"I suspect this hotel facilitates confidential information and hosts dark gatherings for many illegal acts. I want to see if there's any sensitive data that this company has."

Alice remained silent for a long time. Confused thoughts began to play in his mind. Who is Klayver? Why would he be able to draw conclusions on any situation at such a high speed?

"How did you know?" ask Alice not sure.

"Insting. I wonder if this hotel's activity has anything to do with Anson's death."

Alice recalled an old man in his sixties named Andre, the sole owner of the hotel who claimed to be a friend of her late husband. Could their relationship be more than that?

Alice remained silent for a long time. He changed his seat and took his place on the left side of the king-size bed. Alice wrapped herself in a blanket and began to close her eyes. But tonight it seems sleepy never say hello. He just stared at the ceiling with a bright view.

After half an hour, Klayver closed his laptop and stood behind the window. A cigarette seemed to be tucked between his sturdy fingers. The smoke is soaring.

"My guess is right. I found the infornation quite sensitive. There's a file containing an order about a particular poison being sent to Souvery Kinston's house."

Alice woke up suddenly. He looked at Klayver with a questioning look. His brain began to connect one by one the reality he received.

Souvery Kinston's.

The name was the name of the host in which the party was held. The party Anson visited. Does that mean there was a conspiracy on Mr.'s part. Kinston on Anson's death?

"The poison is Novichok's poison."

Suspicion's right. From the beginning, he had suspected that everything related to Anson's death was deliberate. Alice has always held on to that fact so she is strong through many things in order to seek justice.

Eyes must be returned with eyes. Life must be repaid with life. A slogan he will remember all his life.

"You know what poison that is?" Alice scrunched her forehead. He stood up, walking closer to Klayver.

Alice took a pretty safe distance. He felt pressured by an invisible aura every time he got close to this man. It's not very comfortable.

"Did you know? I'm also called a poison master?"

Alice flinching. He recalled William once saying that Evil Eyes was also referred to as a poison master and martial artist. Unfortunately, William doesn't know Klayver is also a cook and technologist as well. What is this man's brain made of? Is there still a flaw that Alice could detect from him? Wait, there's one additional skill Alice knows. He's a dancing expert. God fucking. There's no way this guy is perfect.

"Yes. Congratulations on all the incredible nicknames you got." Alice said with a bit of skepticism.

Klayver turned his head, looking at Alice with her eagle gaze. He was watching the woman intensely. It has a unique beauty.

During this time, Klayver has explored many countries. She's seen all kinds of beauty. From Europe, America, the Middle East, India, China, and Africa.

However, all the beauty he saw and touched was limited to physical beauty. He never grasped any other value that accompanied them. If there is, he doesn't care enough to expose it.

But this time he was curious about the beauty Alice had. Parasas are beautiful. That's no doubt. The features of his face are smooth with eagle-colored netra, just like Klayver had. Could it be that the netra would turn golden as it revealed its beauty?

Klayver was a strong person, so he valued all kinds of innate strength and potential that one possessed. He surpassed many thorns and stumbled to get to this point. Being strong and not hard to beat. It becomes slippery and full of intrigue. Being cruel and getting rid of conscience.

At this time, Klayver began to be able to feel Alice and found that the woman was a strong enough fighter. Although his strength is not comparable to Klayver, but his determination and desire is not much different from that of Klayver. Looking at it is like seeing Klayver's own reflection.

In the past, Klayver grew up in a very difficult way. He survived by challenging danger. Until finally he realized that life is something very important but very fragile.

Hundreds of lives he took. For various ways and reasons. For a long time his heart had cooled. Cruelty penetrated every vein he had. For a long time, Klayver no longer realized where his soul was. His heart has long been in the devil.

"Novichok poison is a type of chemical that attacks the nerves. This poison was developed and discovered in the Soviet Union about forty to fifty years ago. It is called A-320. Notoriously dangerous, sophisticated and difficult to identify. That's obviously, very deadly."

Kalyver explained seriously. He turned around and sat on the slightly tall window frame. His back rests on the window glass. This position makes Klayver face to face with Alice. Inevitably, Alice looked at the man reluctantly.

"So, do you think Anson was poisoned? With poison ... What was that? Novihock?" Alice is looking for justification.

Clay looked at Alice for a long time. This woman is too ambitious. His determination was strong and did not care about all situations. In other words, the type of person who is easily rash and immerses himself in trouble. A truly unique talent.

"I can't confirm it yet. But knowing that the owner of this hotel is connected to Anson, orders advanced poison to Mr. Kinston who was the host of the party on the same day, and the fact that your husband was being held for light wine drinking by an old colleague, were all like a connected common thread. I need an investigation to be sure. But my intuition said all my suspicions were right."

Alice bit her lower lip. This fact although it was still a rough guess, was already able to overturn his heart.

Imagine that Anson was poisoned. My God, his man was poisoned by a friend he trusted, it was painful. Which cruel man betrayed his acquaintance?

Alice closed her eyes. The final image of Anson's accident is clearly in memory. Could it be that those people deliberately poisoned Anson on the way home, so the poison effect would start to work while he was driving home? So when the consciousness is lost and the car is turned upside down, the cause of death will be directly directed at the accident that occurred.

Too smart and slippery. They are the kind of manipulative people that Alice hates. In time, Alice promises herself to avenge Anson's death. There must be a law that goes. If there is none, then Alice will act as a hand to the law itself.

"Don't show your emotions."

"Huh?"

Alice opened her eyes and blinked.

Klayver pointed at Alice in lightning and shrugged as if unconcerned.

"You're too clearly showing emotion and mood" he said as he passed into bed.

Alice, who still did not understand, walked in behind. His face showed curiosity.

"What's up, Klayver?"

The man unfolded the bed cover practically, set it aside at the foot of the bed, and laid the body on the right side of the bed with both arms.

"Your emotions of sadness, anger, and disappointment are vividly illustrated. If you want to jump in to investigate Anson's death directly, from now on control all your emotions and anger to be invisible."

Klayver closed her eyes, letting Alice stand awkwardly by the side of the bed. He doesn't know where to go. This bed was indeed unusually large, but he clearly did not want to share it with the hit man. Alice circulated her gaze and managed to find a soft dark brown sofa. He patted the smooth surface and prepared to lay down his body.

"Well, from now on I will try to restrain myself whenever I am angry, sad, disappointed or happy. Someday if I succeed, we'll be a very compatible couple. Men and women with attitudes as warm as I close north." Alice let out a pique.

As Alice began to notice the pressure from the familiar cold aura, she immediately cursed herself. This mouth should better understand the circumstances when talking to Klayver. If she accidentally fishes her anger, Alice fears that her life will soon drift toward heaven. It doesn't really matter. There maybe he will meet with Anson.But he still has Axel. How's the kid doing without Alice?

"sorry. I didn't mean to offend you" said Alice. His back stiffly anticipated the anger that Klayver could have wreaked at any time.

No answer was heard. Alice braced her mentally and began to lie sideways on Klayver's back. It's not safe to give his back directly to Klayver. The man could attack him at any time.

However, rather than having to deal with her, Alice was clearly more unprepared.

"Trust me, Alice. If you come into contact with Anson's killers, your expression will only be a distraction to me. They will immediately be suspicious of your intentions and the possibility of getting information will be more difficult. Worse still, if you show the desire to kill in front of them, you will be the target of killing first. The purest expression is expressionless expression. Remember that and keep it!"

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