Erasmo Rolan unhurriedly looked at the assassin in front of him and asked with a faint smile, “President Eduardo, what do you mean by that?”
Eduardo Tercero did not bother to toy with him, his gaze was sharp and fierce as he asked, “Where are my men, exactly, Erasmo Rolan, I don’t have time to pretend with you.”
Erasmo Rolan continued to spin in place, “President Eduardo, I really don’t know who exactly you call your people, and moreover for no reason, why would I want to arrest President Eduardo’s people.”
“Mr. President does not hand over people no, I wonder if Mr. President knows that Princess Gertrude went on vacation to my North Bay Island, and as Mr. President knows, it is not uncommon on an island like that for a wave or something to come and Princess Gertrude’s life may be in danger at any time. ”
Erasmo Rolan’s face was stunned and anger rolled under his eyes, “Eduardo Tercero, I thought you were a decent man, but I never thought you could be so bad!”
Edward the Third sneered, his voice deep and ice cold, “The President took advantage of my absence to take my people to my turf, you’re not a decent man either, President, are you? Since we’re not decent people, there’s no need to beat around the bush.”
“What the hell have you done with Gertrude Rolan!”
“What can I do with Princess Gertrude, but just invite Princess Gertrude on vacation on North Bay Island, but I would like to ask the President, what about Claudius?”
“She’s fine, first have Gertrudis Rolan sent back to the presidential palace!”
Eduardo Tercero’s gaze was hard and stern: “She had better be all right.”
…
Calabozo.
Claudio Belles was whipped until he was unconscious, his face drooping and his hands hanging lifelessly from the ropes.
The jailer dropped the whip and said with his companions, “I suppose he’s not dead?”
“The clerk has instructed that we have to beat her to death, but we can’t really beat her to death, if she dies, how will she talk and confess?”
The two guards panicked and rushed to see if Claudius Belles was alive or dead.
One of the guards probed Claudius Belles’ nostrils with his finger, he was weak, “Still alive!”
“Bring a pot of cold water to wake her up! If she dies, neither you nor I can take the blame!”
The watchman hurriedly fetched a basin of cold water and was about to throw it at Claudius Belles when a male voice, cold and somber, sounded behind him.
“What are you doing?”
The two guards were slightly stunned and looked back, but when they did, the basin of water in their hands crashed to the ground, splashing cold water everywhere, and the two guards fell to their knees with a pouff.
“President Eduardo!”
Claudio Belles, unconscious, thought he heard someone utter the name Eduardo Tercero. His weak eyelids fluttered, and when he raised his eyes and looked with all his might, he felt pain in all his limbs, but with this glance, he saw a lifeline, and a light shone in his dry, dead eyes.
Edward the Third was standing backlit on the stairs leading down to the dungeon, a short distance away, his back to the light, and though she could not see his face, she could vaguely make out his tall, erect form.
Edward the Third, at last, came to her rescue.
At the corner of Claudio Belles’ blood-stained mouth, Almira curved, the wound hurt, but nothing compared to the hope of now.
Eduardo Tercero remained on the stairs for a long time, not without anxiety, not without worry, the first moment he entered the dungeon he saw the girl covered with bruises, her white shirt already torn and wrinkled from the whipping and covered with blood like a dead prisoner who had been tortured.
Eduardo Tercero had seen many corpses and wounds that looked even more horrible than this, but at that moment, Eduardo Tercero was afraid to take another step forward.
The two guards prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling with fear: “President Eduardo, please forgive us, we are also the subalterns, we can do nothing!”
Eduardo Tercero is impassive.
Until old K, behind him, looked at him and whispered, “President Eduardo, shall we recover Miss Claudio first and then get rid of the scum?”.
The lump in Eduardo Tercero’s throat, slipping a little, approached Claudio Belles.
Old K kicked the kneeling guardian hard, “What are you waiting for, untie Miss Claudio!”
“Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes!”
The guard pulled out the key with trembling hand and was about to open the door when Eduardo Tercero held out his hand, “Give me the key.”
The prison guard was stunned and hurried to hand over the key respectfully.
Eduardo Tercero approached Claudio Belles, who looked up at him with tears faintly glistening under his eyes and a voice as hoarse as it was withering, “Presidente Eduardo.”
“If you hold on you will touch the wound and it will hurt, be patient.”
Eduardo Tercero was speaking close to his ear, in a very low voice, much, much softer than usual.
In all his years of following Eduardo Tercero, old K had never seen Eduardo Tercero so gentle, so tender as to melt in water.
Eduardo Tercero reached out, wrapped his arms lightly around the girl’s waist, reached up and inserted the key into the lock, with a click the handcuffs binding Claudio Belles’ hands loosened and she collapsed into Eduardo Tercero’s arms without any support.
Eduardo Tercero took her in his arms, she was so badly wounded that she had lost all her strength as she fell into Eduardo Tercero’s arms, her nerves, which had been tense for two days and two nights, were like broken strings once she had relaxed, and now she was in a safe and warm embrace, helpless.
The small, fragile, pale face of the blood-stained girl in his arms rubbed against his chest and he murmured in a voice too mute to be heard, “President Eduardo, it hurts.”
“I know.”
She would not forgive those who had hurt her, and she would return the wounds inflicted a thousandfold.
In fact, it is not now that the wounds hurt the most, they have been in her body for so long that the pain seems to have solidified like a crust of blood, painful but numbing, but being held in Eduardo Tercero’s arms so carefully, Claudio Belles has a warm tear in the corner of her dry eyes.
Not wanting to cry, he closed his eyes and cowered even more in Eduardo Tercero’s arms, saying in a sibylline voice, “President Eduardo, I am sleepy and want to sleep.”
“Sleep.”
With the girl in his arms, Eduardo Tercero strides out of the gloomy dungeon.
…
Back to La Villa Real.
The doctors are already in place beforehand. The doctors are all members of the medical corps of the Hidden Organization and are not doctors brought in from ordinary hospitals.
Claudius Belles had fainted and the two female doctors entered the bedroom, cleaned the blood and wounds all over Claudius Belles’ body and put on a clean, loose and soft nightgown.
After that, the rest of the doctors came in and began mixing drops, hooking Claudio Belles up with anti-inflammatory drops and nutritional solutions.
It was two hours later when everything had been processed.
The head of the medical corps, Aurelio, came out of his room and saw Eduardo Tercero standing in the hallway on the second floor smoking.
Seeing Aurelio leave, Eduardo Tercero flicked the butt of his cigarette and looked toward the bedroom with a stony, worried look on his face. “How is he?”
Aurelio said sincerely, “Although it looks like a serious wound, but after all, it’s all flesh wounds, be very careful not to touch the water at the moment, as long as it doesn’t induce an infection, there won’t be too much of a problem. It’s just that…”