The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Two days of time to allow Zac to hang out, the original words of Rut Lesenbla. But in fact this is time for Zac to deal with the funeral business. I still remember Zac's name in the west this time, funeral and funeral exchanges. So, at dinner time, Zac is a social person.

Prepare a business card for the Grand Funeral Home, a year of privatization of the funeral industry, and bring Dell.

The venue for entertainment is a nightclub. Zac does n’t know why he talks about things in this kind of place, but anyway, as the mayor, Lut arranges an exchange meeting for his city development. Zac as a 'foreign businessman' has nothing to say of.

On the list that Zac got, there will be four owners of funeral homes in Vega City. Zac is not going to remember the name. From the VIP seat on the second floor of the nightclub, he will lie on the guardrail and watch the surging below. crowd.

"I don't think this is, uh, a normal nightclub ..." Dell felt uncomfortable as soon as he entered.

"Is it." Zac felt nothing special, and he glanced at the two men drawn by the waiter, one who looked strong and tough, and one who looked soft and neutral. Frowning, "Maybe it's really unusual." The two men brought on the sofa sat on the sofa, looked at Zac, unbuttoned their own tops, took them off, turned their heads to reveal their necks Rows of rows ... tooth marks.

Zac glanced at the waiter who was about to leave. "What is this?"

"This is a gift from the boss to Mr. Toledo, your honor." The waiter was very polite.

Zac glanced at his two presents again, and then at Dell, who was already pale, to the waiter, "I am here to meet the four funeral owners in this city."

It was Zac that was too naive-he thought the owner of the funeral in Vega was human.

"Oh, they are ghouls. It doesn't matter as long as Mr. Toledo doesn't go downstairs to use these two gifts."

"Of course." Zac shook his head and waved his hand to signal that the waiter could go.

As soon as the waiter went down, Dell stuck to Zac and lowered his voice, "Is this ... are they vampires ..."

Fortunately, Zac is a vampire, otherwise in this noisy nightclub environment, no one can hear Dell muttering, "No." Zac shook his head, he knew Dell was worried about what he said was offending the vampire, "DJ It's ... thirty-fourth generation Giovanni. "Zac pouted, uh, Nick. Not to be off-topic, Zac pointed in the direction for Dell to see, "The bodyguard over there is seven generations of Zmisi. Finally, the cleaning maid is Cappadocia. There are two twelve generations of Lesenbra on the dance floor, no Now. "

This didn't relax Dell's body a bit, "Well, waiter ... is it human?"

"Yes."

"A human sent you two humans ... to make gifts ..." Dell glanced at both sides of his neck, waiting for Zac's "use" gift at any time, taking a deep breath and forcibly keeping reason, "So in the west, or At least this city, know, there are a lot of humans who know the existence of aliens ... "

Zac was still satisfied with Dell's rational judgment of the situation, but this judgment was obviously wrong, "It will not be too much, at least not to the point where I can use it on the dance floor below."

Dell shut up. This is probably like the feeling of a primary school student entering university. The knowledge I just knew is just a stairway away from common sense here ... understand.

Zac can also say anything to help Dell transition, but it is, "You're good, I didn't find anything special here at first."

Dell's cheeks twitched, and there was no response-he thought the club was unusual because it was totally irrelevant.

"Wes?" Zach did not mean to move his gift, but continued to watch the people dancing next to the guardrail. Zac really hasn't entered such an occasion for a long time, he is not suitable, let him such a well-dressed guy and the following group of ‘monsters’ wriggle on the dance floor, the picture is too ugly. So Zac just kept watching with tolerance, until, "Is that Wes." Zac pointed to the direction of the bar.

It may be that the name of "Weiss" also has the meaning of "model candidate" for Dell. Dell glanced in the direction of Zac, "Where?" Under the psychedelic nightclub lights, Dell could not be crowded. See any one in the head.

Zac saw it clearly, "It's Wes." After he finished, he looked at him suddenly, and shot Dell, "There is no woman here!" After a look, he was happy afterwards, "What you want to say is that this is all It ’s a man! "

Dale's cheek twitched again, "Why are you so happy, I thought Miss Louise was your girlfriend."

"I'm happy because I know why Rout arranged such a place ~" Zac's happiness turned into a subtle smile, no kindness, no longer lying on the fence-because if Weiss saw this , Saw Zac, will definitely find a way to come up!

Sitting in the middle of the two gifts, Zac looked at the feminine one, pursed his lips, and looked at the tough guy, "You do this, um, how long have you been in business?"

The tough guy is a shy look, and the soft guy opens his mouth, "It's been a while." Quite a flat tone.

Zac can only look back at the feminine guy, pointing to the other person's neck, "These wounds have not healed, will it cause any trouble?"

"Not now." Take for granted, "In winter, everyone will wear a scarf."

"Oh." Zac was just killing time. "You know the middle, at least the middle of the past, vampires will never leave wounds on human bodies. Vampires will heal their food."

"Really?" The tough guy seemed to decide to join the conversation. "That's pretty good. At least my mother wouldn't think my boyfriend is an animal, or has any quirks."

Zac raised his eyebrows and decided to continue talking to the feminine guy. "Actually, vampires should have this habit. I'm new here. Is this the custom of the West? Leave a wound?"

The feminine guy looked at Zac. "You are Toredo, the waiter just called you Mr. Torredo."

"I'm."

"Oh. I get it. You must be a fan of the Gothic band. It was converted in the middle, and then he disappeared entirely, leaving you little things like these. I heard something in the middle and thought I was Qualified vampire. "

Zac decided to look at this feminine guy again. It's the self-confidence in the judgment of the other party and the contempt that comes from the bottom of my heart ... Zack suffered such treatment for the first time in his life.

"You know that." Zack adjusted his posture. "Goth." Eli's band.

The feminine guy rolled his eyes, "I survived one of his parties, you say." Then he looked at Zac with a mocking look. "Of course, it's not like you survived."

In this increasingly interesting conversation with his own gift, Zack knew two things.

First, Torredo has a long way to go in the west. Second, this feminine guy is twisted. At least Zac didn't understand why a human who survived the blood feast of a vampire would do this kind of, er, 'business'. This makes no sense.

"Do you have any thoughts on Torredo?" Zach turned to the tough guy, just because he felt that the thoughts of the feminine guy had no reference to himself.

"Am I?" The tough guy has that kind of shyness again, "To be honest, I don't know, I'm lucky, I haven't encountered it. But I heard that they ... oh sorry! Sorry, I'm not saying you, but, But I heard that you are a little bit difficult to wait for, and there will often be people who die. "This was not finished, but it was paused for a long time," Then become, you. "Seeing Zack seemed to be thinking, the tough guy added a sentence," But I like Your music, although my mother said it was too noisy. "

Zac automatically filtered the latter sentence. To sum up, it is Eli who bears the reputation of Toledo and made the impression in the west that Zac is the two most intolerable things as a vampire-binge eating and the inheritance of flooding.

"Would you like to drink us?" The feminine guy began to be impatient. "I pushed a Lesenbra appointment here. You'd better make this work worthwhile."

Zac has some ... not sure what to say, "What about you?"

"I have nothing to do. I will be yours tonight." The other one is what the service industry should be. Hey, Zac hoped he didn't.

"The boss here has paid you the rewards." This is a gift, and Zuck will of course think he doesn't need to pay.

"He paid, but you didn't!" The feminine guy pulled his neck, which was confusing. "Business is business! You vampires spend money on our blood, and we spend money on your blood!" Let us all keep the principle! I do n’t want to blur anything! "

"You can pay for the blood of a vampire." Zac repeated what he thought should be repeated. It wasn't the kind of sales of vampire blood given to vampires by Dora, it was human, buy, vampire blood.

Blind-eyed, of course, makes Zac's self-confident, self-confident, "Dah! I said, it's winter now! I don't want to wear a turtleneck sweater in spring, so I absolutely don't want to go out in the summer! I need a vampire Blood! Then when you do n’t want me to buy your blood, you ca n’t get what I want to buy by saying two words to you! ”Staring at Zac,“ So novice! Do n’t talk anymore, then take what you should take! I still have a life to live, I ’m not in the mood to be your life tutor here! "

So ... this is what twists humanity into thinking he is doing, being Zac's life mentor ...

In front of Dell's uncontrollable opening, Zac raised his hand to stop, "You don't talk, I'm as confused as you." Then looked at the feminine man who was about to forcibly ride on himself, "If you insist." Zha Ke took the thimble and pressed the other person's neck.

Red, constantly filling the holes in the thimble.

Zac was interesting enough, and he didn't make a picture in front of Dell that he couldn't accept.

It was a feminine man. His eyes were clearly impossible to see what was happening on his neck, but the feeling of blood loss was very obvious. His expression began to trance, and he did not forget to mumble, "This is a novelty ..."

Zac looked back at the tough guy. "Should I leave him with the autonomy to go home? Or go directly to the limit of human function?" Zac really needs to know that the situation has reached Zac's hometown. Not at all, is it?

"Don't let him die." The tough guy, uh, shyly, "we were paid a lot of money."

Zac pursed his lips and was full. But go on, Zach feels that if he stops, and this feminine man still has the strength to speak, he will be scolded.

Dell finally couldn't hold back, "How much ?! Sold to" as long as you don't die "!"

"4 thousand 2." The tough guy suddenly became shy and looked at Dell. "The market price is actually only 4,000, but the boss here says that you are satisfied." Then he stood up and walked to Dell. "You also start at any time. I am stronger than him. More, so you should be very satisfied ... "

Dale almost fell off the sofa when the tough guy approached, "You, what are you doing? *! Stay away from me! I'm human !!!"

The tough guy froze for a moment, and then, heh, he began to be shy again, "Sorry, I thought you are all ..." He returned to his position honestly and continued to sit down.

Zac's thimble hand is still on the conscious feminine man's neck, "You can't tell who is a vampire and who is a human?"

"Holy Lord!" The feminine man, to Zac, "are you talking in this novel way of blood-sucking to free your mouth?"

Zack did not want to respond, "None of you can tell who your customers are?"

"Why do you want to share?" The same taste is taken for granted, "Who pays is just right! Only this time we were sent, who knows what you are!" The same self-affirmation, "but it makes sense That ’s it. You are Toredo, huh, I think I ca n’t feed you with two more ... "

Zac ... fed up, twisting his fingers around the feminine man ’s neck, looking at the tough guy when the guy crooked into the sofa, "This is true, vampires use paid humans in their own way . "

The tough guy doesn't seem to worry about whether his 'colleagues' are still alive. "Yes, there are, it's quite common." The service industry morality that makes people feel very 'comfortable', "No one has their own hobbies, right." Zac smiled.

Zac avoided this smile, "I'm full." I don't want to explain, the stigma made by Eli can't be changed overnight, so, worry about something, "As you can see, here is only me a vampire, mine Companions are personal. So if you go to the boss here to explain the situation, he should be able to understand that he has paid more for your expenses. If he really wants to satisfy my guest, he should not force me, right? " It has been made clear enough.

The tough guy froze for a while, "So ... are you going to return me?"

"Yes!" Dell rushed to answer. "Then remove your ... colleagues!"

"But I really have nothing else to do tonight ..." The tough guy seems to be frustrated, everyone understands, the returned goods, "My boyfriend went to service ..."

"That's it!" Zach is going to make arrangements before Dell goes crazy. "Did you see the man below?" Zac hugged this guy with an inner and opposite appearance, walked to the guardrail, and pointed to one of the dance floor below The head, "His name is Weiss, is a retired soldier."

The tough guy blinked, not knowing what Zac was going to say.

"I bet he knows many people like them ..." Zach glanced at the tough guy who had a little glorious look. "The living conditions of people like you in the army. You know, this kind of thing Boyfriend can't tell. Why don't you go to know this Wes, even, be friends. Understand the problems your boyfriend is facing, then, you know, be a good lover. "

"Okay." The tough guy smiled. Hey, it seems inevitable and shy. "Thank you for the suggestion, I will know him."