79 Duke Maverick's hand

Esme glanced at the tree beside the well. She could still see the corpse lying there. Since the magistrate has sent his orders today, then she believed that this would be retrieved tomorrow morning. 

Aleister walked towards her with a lazy smile drawled on his face, ''If you are scared, you can hold me....'' He turned to look at her, ''...Wherever you like.''

Esme pursed her lips. She was not going to respond to this at all. 

Aleister raised his palm and a golden glow appeared on it, illuminating the place. He turned to look at Esme. Noticing that she did not look pale like she did in the noon, he walked towards the body lying under the tree. 

As he turned his back at her, Esme quickly touched her face. Was there something on it? She quickly cleaned her face with her palm and adjusted her hair before walking after him. 

As they stepped closer to the corpse, the air smelled rotten. ''Cough...'' Esme pressed the back of her palm on her mouth.