Hi!
Thanks Diclonious57 for review.
I apologize if my English skill is bad... this is not my mother language.
It's hard to correct some sentences (despite using a dictionary). I read the previous chapter three times before posting.
Feel free to point out the wrong sentences.
Sorry if I made any grammatical mistake again this time 'kay? =]
My dear readers... are you enjoying it?
SAY YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH *waves*
Let me know if you like or if you have any suggestion to update here (I got the whole story finished in my mind ... but I can add a few things like a bonus).
Guest are always welcome... fell free to comment anything!
Just one more thing... I will write more about Plague Doctors in this fic...
Guess who?
They are rare and valued, getting in the same status of the richest families around the world.
It's very difficult to see a plage doctor in Shinganshina.
Why? They are well paid.
A medical consultation can be more valuable than selling an organ.
Enjoy!
CHAPTER 3
After dispensing all of his men in search of Eren he decided to investigate alone a little bit about him.
Rivaille would use the advantage of knowing about his personal life to force him to become his toy.
Once marked, others could not touch.
One soldier silently handed him some papers. A letter with scribbles, done in a hurry.
He dismissed the man with a wave.
His men were quick to collect information, he doesn't tolerate delays.
"Carla Jaeger became a prostitute to pay drugs debt. She has a son whose father is unknown."
"She raised her son with money from prostitution..." he was moving pages until read something that caught his interest "She died from a stab in the chest. His own son took her to the trap."
His eyes sparkled with anticipation. Eren helped in the murder of his own mother? "How... interesting."
"Permission to speak, sir" The first man who received the mission to find and capture Eren made his report.
"Where is he?"
The soldier said in a trembling voice.
"I thought your order was to capture him and take it along with other rebels, sir."
Rivaille rose and stood face to face with the man.
Despite being a few inches shorter his aura transmitted fear and fury in frozen eyes.
"That's not what I told you to do."
He pointed a gun to man's head.
"You are useless. Just DIE."
"Bring my horse."
"My lord, forgive me but they have already achieved Trost right now. It's been almost half of a day that he was captured."
"You also made him to be taken prisoner?"
"My orders were not clear enough?"
"Lord ... I did not mean to ..."
"You are more useful to me dead." his fingers pulled the trigger without hesitation
He turned to all soldiers staring at him in silence.
"And now... Who will bring my horse?"
"Mr. Smith, permission to make a report, sir."
The blond man was sitting in an brown armchair.
Animal heads were stuffed in the wall lined with red velvet
A candle holder made of human bones burned a scented candle.
"Permission granted" The man said as he looked up from a stack of paper.
"It's about him, sir."
"Rivaille?" He focused on the man in front of him, reading glasses rested on the table.
"He killed two of their own men and went to Trost alone. He want to recover a slave named Eren Jaeger."
"Jaeger?" this can only be a coincidence...
"I'll take care of this situation. Thanks for contact me. Dismissed."
Just a sunday doodle guys, hope you like!
Next post: Saturday (or if I can translate everything I'll update on Friday)
