WALKÜREN - THE THREE MARIAS Chapter Fourteen

WALKÜREN - THE THREE MARIAS

Chapter Fourteen

- So I'm going to need help...

It was Doctor Carneiro, complaining about the excessive workload for Delegate Santana...

- What happened, Carneiro?

- That night alone there were five victims... our monster is getting greedy...

- The same attack mode?

- Yes... head almost severed, not a drop of blood...

- I think Juvêncio is right...

- About what?

- Did they all die in the same place?

- No... and that's strange... the victims were very far away from each other...

- How far apart?

- The nearest was five leagues away...

- Damn... a bit distant, no doubt...

- That's right... but you were saying that Juvêncio was right... reason for what?

-He thinks there's more than one monster attacking the city... and it turns out, he's right...

- I agree... even being a magical creature, the distance is too great... it wouldn't be possible for a solitary entity to do all that damage...

They continued talking, both complaining about events in the region. Santana was really worried. After all, if they didn't solve this crisis that was plaguing his district soon, he knew he would end up being transferred to another region... and he didn't want that to happen... after all, he had planted his roots there... he raised his children in a locality whom he considered peaceful and calm, and didn't want to change their routine... Carneiro, on the other hand, didn't run the risk of being transferred... but he couldn't stand to receive every day the bodies of people he knew with head practically severed. He was willing to do whatever it took to help end that situation...as long as he didn't have to go out on the field. first, because he was already at an advanced age... not that this was the main obstacle, since the Federal Delegate seemed to be much older than him and was still firm as a rock... but there was also the fact that he was obese and , logically, no longer have the breath of years ago. For example, he could no longer ride a horse. For his travels, he needed to use a buggy. In fact, if it weren't for the prohibitive price, he would have imported one of those novelties that he had seen when he went to spend his holidays in the capital... ... and even in the big city there were rare copies circulating. From what he heard, the one who brought the news was a dandy named Santos Dumont, who lived in Santos... at least that's what he heard. Well, if they started making those machines around here, he would definitely buy one... and retire the horses... after all, it seemed much more practical... and comfortable. But while that day did not arrive, the business was to continue with the buggy, really... and its team of horses...

The day was getting late, and the two friends decided to go to Dona Noca's boarding house for lunch... they had already seen too many corpses by that time, and their stomachs couldn't forgive them. As it would not be necessary to perform an autopsy to determine what they died of, he asked Marieta, his assistant, to prepare the bodies for the funeral rites. He intended to release the coffins no later than the following morning... if he managed to dispatch them to the cemetery still in the afternoon, it would be a relief, as surely the next morning there would be more corpses to dispatch...

When they arrived at the inn, they saw Juvêncio sitting at one of the tables at the back of the room. They headed there to talk to their colleague. Of course, they didn't intend to talk about the cases, not at the table, not at mealtimes. They knew that Juvêncio had had an intense life of adventures, and whenever they found him, they urged him to comment on the cases he had experienced. The Delegate was shy at first, but after a while, he related his adventures with all the naturalness in the world. He could tell that he was a solitary person, withdrawn into his world, but when he was in the middle of a group, he tended to loosen up and be as comfortable as possible. From time to time he mentioned the name of Rosinha, the love of his life who left him for another caboclo... but it was his own fault, since he hadn't seen his girlfriend for over ten years...

Of course, nowadays Juvêncio no longer wore the mask that had made him famous in the sertão. But his clothing was still black, like a moonless night. He still sported his thin mustache, once black, now turning silver, as well as his hair. They asked about his adventure partner... the eternal boy Juquinha. And he explained that, after some time, the boy was able to graduate from a University in the Capital... he had become a Bachelor of Laws and had taken a test for the Federal Police... and became a Delegate. Over time, the young man rose to positions within the corporation, and at the time he was one of the directors... And how did Juvêncio end up in the corporation? Was he also a Bachelor of Law? No, he hadn't gone to college... but, as in this world those who have a godfather don't die a pagan, he ended up being incorporated into the group... it's true that his department didn't officially exist... moreover, he wasn't even an official agent ...

Santana was shocked by the revelation. What do you mean, Juvêncio wasn't officially a Delegate? The knight then explained to him that, although he was an employee of the Federal Government, invested with the powers that his position demanded, officially his division did not exist in the corporation. His reports were forwarded to a specific sector, and only his Superior had access to them. Yes, of course the upper echelons of the Corporation knew of its existence... but they pretended not to know anything. When a thorny case occurred and it was not possible to determine the causes of the event, he was triggered. And his orders were clear... he should solve the problem as quickly as possible without arousing the curiosity of certain people around him. Which was to say that he would have to peel the pineapple, but he should give explanations that didn't involve the supernatural. If that wasn't possible, he should pretend the situations never happened... simple as that. And in this way our friend kept running the boat until the day Charon took control...