As soon as Esteban Zaragosa walked out the studio door, he came upon Dulcina Calvo lying in the doorway with her ears pricked up, listening to what was going on inside, as if she were a burglar.
Esteban Zaragosa grabbed his young wife by the back of the neck and pulled her down the stairs as if she were a chicken.
Dulcina Calvo asked curiously, “What were they talking about in the studio a moment ago?”
“Irrelevant.”
“And why did Claudio Belles stay in the studio as if something big had happened?”
Esteban Zaragosa looked at her pretty little face and teased her deliberately in her ear, “He’s probably wondering if she wants to take her husband with her.”
When Dulcina Calvo heard this, she immediately folded her arms, “He’s got her by the short hairs! If she takes you, I’ll… I’ll take my chances with her.”
Esteban Zaragosa smiled slightly, looking at her arrogant little face, “How are you going to confront her, you forget that Claudio has a gun in his hand?”.
“I … I grabbed hold of her thighs and wouldn’t let her go.”
“Dulcina, you’re still cute for three seconds.”
Dulcina Calvo bristled and threw her arms around Esteban Zaragosa’s waist, “I wouldn’t have let her take you anyway!”.
Esteban Zaragosa reached out and stroked the little thing’s head in his arms, smoothing the fur. “She’s still not capable enough to take me captive, and I’m not going with her.”
In the study, Claudius Belles pondered for about half an hour.
He never came out.
Dulcina Calvo glanced from time to time at the closed studio.
“What’s the matter with Claudio Belles, he’s not hiding in his studio doing something stupid, is he?”
“He’s thinking about something and it will come out naturally when he’s figured it out. Don’t worry.”
…
In the studio.
Claudio Belles looks at the iron box with the oil painting in his hand and reaches out to open it.
It contains a photograph of her with Eduardo Tercero, and the date, in the lower right corner of the photograph, is ten years ago.
The girl in the photograph, somewhat youthful looking, with a pretty but childlike face, rests her head on the shoulder of the handsome young man, smiling wryly and cheerfully.
The man, who ten years ago was not as quiet and restrained as he is now, has the handsome appearance of a nobleman, which is also attractive.
Claudius Belles’ fingers ran over the man and woman in the photograph, took a deep breath, and his gaze returned to the rest of the contents of the box.
There is also a silver pistol, which appears to be a custom-made model, with a few nicely cut diamonds set in the grip, a beautiful look for a gun for a woman.
It was probably Eduardo Tercero, at the time, who gave it to her as a gift.
Inside the box, there is a nondescript wooden comb.
In the comb, some long strands of hair are tangled.
The photograph and the gun, which she could see, worried her.
And this wooden comb, was it the one she used?
Claudius Belles frowned slightly as his eyes fell on a bullet in the box.
What is the collector’s value of this bullet, again?
She had many more questions in her head, but her mind was blank and the only person who could answer her doubts, besides the one who could help her recover her memory now, was Eduardo Tercero.
But now that she knows all this, for a moment, she does not know how to face Eduardo Tercero.
…
It was dinner time before Claudio Belles left his studio.
Downstairs, Esteban Zaragosa and Dulcina Calvo had prepared dinner.
Dulcina Calvo wiped her hands and said, “Claudio, it’s time for dinner.”
Claudio Belles looked down coldly and said to Esteban Zaragosa, “Come upstairs for a moment, I have something to tell you.”
Esteban Zaragosa patted Dulcina Calvo on the waist and said, “Go on, take the little treasure and eat by yourself without waiting for me.”
…
Esteban Zaragosa went upstairs and asked, “Everything solved?”.
Claudio Belles is blunt: “Whether those disturbing memories or whatever, they are part of my life, and even if I don’t care, I want to know what really happened with me and Eduardo Tercero ten years ago. It’s my right as a party.”
“Well, in that case, I’ll help you get your memory back.”
…
The next morning, when Dulcina Calvo went up to Claudio Belles for breakfast, she knocked several times on the door, but no one answered.
When Dulcina Calvo pushed open the door, she found the room empty and deserted.
Dulcina Calvo said as Esteban Zaragosa approached with Beby in his arms, “Claudio Belles is gone. ”
Esteban Zaragosa was not surprised, “It should have been for Eduardo Tercero. ”
…
Claudio Belles, who had traveled to R overnight, borrowed a helicopter from Old K as soon as he landed in H-Town.
Old K could never have imagined that Claudio Belles would return to R.
Claudio Belles asked Old K for a map of the route, got on the helicopter and was soon on his way out.
…
West, border.
Two men sitting under a moonlit night, drinking beer.
Aurelio looked at the bright moon in the sky and sighed, “Only in a place as desolate as the West can you see such a big moon.”
Edward the Third raised an eyebrow, “There is no beauty here, no entertainment in a money pit, only this bright moon, sorry you came west with me?”
“Of course I’m sorry, that I’d be happy to come here where birds don’t lay eggs. I too would like to wake up in a peaceful place every day, now I stay here and just go to sleep and wake up in a pile of stinking soldier sweat balls every day.”
“At least I got you a single room. If Mario and the others came with them, they’d really sleep with the soldier’s balls.”
Aurelio laughed twice, unconcerned, “It seems the Lord of the Court is very fond of me.”
Eduardo Tercero took the beer in his hand and drank it in one gulp.
Aurelio asked curiously, “President Eduardo, the truth is that I don’t understand, being sent here for a woman and not dragging someone with you, you don’t know how long you are going to be here yet. Besides, diseases and wars can break out here at any time, and I’m not cursing you, in case something happens to you, is it really worth paying so much for her?”
Eduardo Tercero stood up, glaring, “It will come.”
Aurelio, somewhat confused, looked at Eduardo Tercero’s back as he walked away and asked, “Are you that sure, maestro? What if that woman has no heart?”
Eduardo Tercero made an unnecessary hand gesture, “Consider me blind for having no conscience and loving her for nothing.”
Heh, that’s pretty classy.
Aurelio dropped his empty bottle and was about to get up and go back to bed when suddenly an alarm sounded from inside the camp.
An alarm blared over the loudspeaker.
“Attention, an unknown twin-rotor military helicopter is heading towards the camp, about 10. 000 meters away, all troops assemble immediately for defense…”
Not far away, in the air, a flash of helicopter beacon lights could be seen, flickering in the night sky.
Aurelius frowned slightly, tsk, that one of the guys who did not want to live broke into their camp without help.
After a while, the alarm sounded over the loudspeaker again.
“Attention, unarmed alert. Incoming military helicopter does not engage operational defense systems.”
Despite this, an Army team was dispatched to investigate.
…
The helicopter driven by Claudio Belles had just landed when a gun was pointed at his head.
“Do you know what a crime it is to enter the R border military defense camp?”
Claudio Belles raised his hands in the air: “Take me to your Court Master Eduardo Tercero. ”
The soldier grunted, grabbed Claudio Belles and escorted her to the field.
“Who are you to meet us Sir. Edward. ”
Claudius Belles gritted his teeth, all right, he had to bow under the eaves, not too late to clear up the misunderstanding and deal with this soldier later!