127 What can I say?

Chowing jar soup was nothing like the fancy meal I had earlier but there was no Knight in Black armor anymore. This was how I lived.

I took my time and made my way out. There was a car waiting for me out front with a note. It would seem that Knight decided I need my own ride and he was letting me borrow his until I would buy one on my own. He really was very generous but I think he was acting more concern on my safety than anything else. I also notice that there was a magical artifact in the glove compartment that I am guessing is a gun that would shoot into anything. A double edge sword if you ask me and if I know my magic things then there is a possibility that I may be at the other end of the barrow. It has happened more than once those things don't come with an owners spell.

There was no time to daydream and drink my regrets away. I got in it and drove. A programmed in GPS would be more appreciated than the gun but I wasn't going to complain. I got there eventually.

Getting out of the car I didn't see her coming. She was dress in jeans and a red blouse. It was too fancy for just seeing the grandkids and the low cut neckline, let's not comment on that she does carry a gun.

"It's about damn time. You own me!" Ronnie screamed.

"What can I say? The place is like Neverland, you need Tinkerbelle to find it. Ronnie, let's just get to work and then I can get back to finish the pantry." I sighed,

I was really busy.

The drought was coming, I may have place orders but the food wasn't coming fast enough. I already coordinate with a farm not far from here to arrange a pick-up.

"Over here." she held up the crime tape.

I ducked under the tape and followed her into an enclose Mausoleum. I could smell wolfsbane and death. It was a darker place than I had anticipated anger and hate were also ingrain into the walls. There were animal paw and heads inside a white roped circle that wrapped around a shrine on one side that the aura was so black that I clung to the heart stone around my neck. This didn't look scary but it was and everyone felt it even Chess.

This place was streaked with blood. It was everywhere I crouched down to see the markings a little better. It was almost identical. I was lucky that I drank the potion or I would have missed the small claw hidden in the text.

Pushing the items around with a pen didn't help the situation. There was nothing to go with other than more black. Personally, I wasn't going to risk a spell in this sort of setting.