Belle Adams' Butler

Chapter 305 - Finding The Truth- Part 2

Chapter 305 - Finding The Truth- Part 2

The magistrate arrived after an hour or so, and Lucas along with Belle had waited so that they could speak to him, "I didn't know I was looking at visitors right away," commenced the man who was lean by the physique and had long hair that was combed behind to almost reaching his shoulders.

"I thought the magistrate was someone who would help us, Sir," Lucas added the last word to make sure the man would not take it as an offence as most of the magistrates he had seen and met, they had a high ego about themselves who couldn't handle anyone pointing the finger at them.

"I just came from a high profile work which I cannot mention, but I am tired. I will see you and this girl tomorrow morning. Whatever work you have come here for will be addressed at that time," said the magistrate who was ready to dismiss them so that he could take time off from work and sleep in here while calling himself to be a very busy man in the eyes of the higher council.

"We have come here from Bonelake, and we plan to leave tomorrow. We would very much like it if you would cooperate with us unless we have to contact the lord of Valeria here." At Lucas's words, the vampiress sitting next to him turned to look at him. Even the magistrate who stared at Lucas for a good two seconds laughed.

"Are you trying to threaten my work here by taking the Lord's name?" the magistrate looked down at the man and the girl who looked dull by appearance. There was no way people like these were associated with Lord Alexander. They were lowly creatures who were only bluffing, "Why don't you go and try it? I will be right here," the magistrate smiled, calling their bluffs and waiting for them to leave but Lucas didn't leave even though Portia was readying herself to get up.

Lucas pulled out something from his pocket and placed it on the table for the magistrate to take a look at, "I am sure you know what this is?" he asked the magistrate whose eyes widened. It was a circular wood that was inked and marked with words like a seal.

"You have the Lord's seal…" the magistrate stared at Lucas. There were only a few people who carried the seals that were given out by the Lord's, who was considered to be the most trustworthy and who carried out the official duties in the name of the Lords. Though all the lands carried these seals, not all of them had been distributed.

"Will you continue to slack in your work by asking us to leave or will you help us unless you want the Lord himself to come down here and get yourself to work?" asked Lucas and the magistrate quickly nodded his head in agreement. The last thing the magistrate wanted was to make a refusal and come under the Lord's radar to be thrown out of the council work.

The magistrate's arrogance had suddenly dissipated in the air, and he put on a polite smile on his face to say, "Let me see what I can do for you. Yes?"

And Lucas smiled back, "Of course. I knew you were a good magistrate," he praised the man in front of him. Though the magistrate wanted to curse this lowly creature, he couldn't do anything but agree right now.

While the magistrate was looking at the names and the dates that the clerk had pulled out for him, Lucas took back the seal that belonged to the Delcrov's family. The same family that was looking over the land of the Valeria now.

Portia's eyes fell on the round seal, and she leaned towards Lucas to ask, "How did you come in the possession of it?" Her words were a whisper, but the magistrate who sat in front of them was curious to know too, and he looked up from the file, glancing now and then. Obviously, Lucas didn't appear to be a councilman nor had the magistrate ever seen him before, to have something so important with him.

Lucas smiled at Belle, "It is an old story," was the only thing he uttered not wanting to discuss it in front of the magistrate as they didn't know who this magistrate was. There were many people who worked in this and many lands, but loyalty was hard to find when mental corruption was evident when it came to money, to thrive and have power in their hands.

He looked down at the seal which was black and had red and gold markings over it. The seal wasn't given to him by the current Lord of Valeria nor by the previous one. It was given by Lady Isabell who was the wife of the last Lord, Zachary Delcrov, the same woman who he had helped in saving her soul and pushing it in another body which she had prepared herself.

'Take this,' Lady Isabell said, her hand outstretched that was holding the round seal of wood.

Lucas at that time had looked up at her and asked, 'What am I going to do with a piece of wood?' For a reaper like him, this was just scraps, and he had no interest in the materialistic items of the land of the living. It was years before he had stepped into the Adams mansion.

'This is a seal of the Delcrov's family. If I am not wrong, there are only two of them. One which was in my husband's possession and another which I am holding in my hand right now,' answered Isabell, 'We give it to people who we trust the most.'

'You shouldn't trust a Grim reaper, lady,' Lucas had responded to her, 'You will never know when you will want to take it back.'

The white witch had smiled, 'You helped me in saving my soul, I think that is the most trust and help someone had offered me apart from my husband. Use this as a free pass when you are in Valeria. Who knows, it might come to be of use one day.'

"You are looking for a man named George?" asked the magistrate to Lucas and Belle, "He's right here in this cemetery."

Lucas leaned forward from his chair, and he said, "We have already been there because that was what was told to us, but we didn't find his headstone. Is there a possibility that the casket along with the body, had been moved to another grave? To make space," Lucas asked, his black eyes staring into the magistrate's eyes who was a human.

The magistrate tried to recollect, but he said, "That might be a possibility. We could ask the other magistrate's. I think the man you are asking for was a councilman? Maybe if you asked the man for whom he was working for you will find something about where his grave is. How are you related to him again?"

"We are his friends. Friends with the family," answered Portia.

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