The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Zac is in the southeast, looking for the ‘general’.

Be reminded by Thorin, Zac realized that there was a huge mouth in the circulation of Torrido's blood, which was Torrido in the 'General' department.

Let's put it this way-if the blood of a vampire is measured by human money, it is very valuable, very valuable. The previous hidden alliance did not quantify this value, because as Thorin recalled the past, when Toledo deliberately circulated vampire blood, he only used this value to let other aliens consume the survival resources in human society. I don't care how much my blood is worth, nor is it in my pocket anyway. But the magic banquet has always had a clear quantitative standard for the blood value of vampires. The magic banquet sells, and humans buy it.

Then ‘general’, er, the moment ‘general’ became Torrido, he had his own personal purpose-revenge. ‘General’ does n’t have any vampire consciousness. Zac knows this, and he does n’t expect anything at all. The fascinating pupil of the famous ‘skill’ of the face of Toledo did n’t teach him. It can be said that ‘general’ is still a human being, and values, behaviors, and ways of thinking are all human beings. It just happened that he had some of the vampire abilities and abused it.

The beginning of this story is that our vampire Zachary Grande suffered an economic crisis and began a career transformation. But we know that Zac is to feed Grande's family, such as Old Hank, such as Alice, such as Benjamin who only sleeps and eats most of the month. Will the vampire need money? Ah.

A comparison shows that the difference between ‘General’ and Zach. "General" will really need money, but not to feed anyone, but to maintain the only gang in the southeast of today (there is also a demon Skoll's skull), to infiltrate and draw Aix security to go To deal with Mr. Falken, continue to communicate with the gray professionals of Barton ...

Human affairs require human currency.

After being reminded by Thorin, the Feast's quantification of the value of vampire blood, coupled with the fact that Newton's aliens began to purchase vampire blood. Naturally, Zac began to worry that the "general" would start relying on himself to never be questioned by the Zac clan, and began to start such an unprofitable and profitable business.

Outside the general's rest station, Zach pushed open the bar door that was already open and glanced at the indoor situation. Humans and vampires have half each.

It was noticed that after Zac came in, most of them looked at Zac, and the human bartender who did not know Zac shouted, "No alcohol is served before six o'clock (afternoon)." On the one hand, it is fact, on the other hand, it is actually It is this gang bar that reminds passers-by who do not intend to walk in. This is not the place to go.

Zac ignored it. When I walked to the bar, I did n’t feel the ‘general’ breath, and casually pointed to a fourth-generation vampire, “I want him to order a drink.”

The man at the bar froze for a moment, then looked at the pointed vampire, who nodded toward the bartender, and then nodded toward Zac. The difference between the two nods is that the former is to order the human bartender to meet the needs of the guests, and the latter is a respectful gesture. Then, the vampire got up, "I'm going to find the 'General'."

Zac did not respond.

A simple interaction is enough to show that the humans here now all know that the vampire exists-the "General" Toledo is expanding steadily.

Zac asked for the ‘drink’ before Zac. Zac raised his glass and took a sip. It was human blood.

Several humans sat beside Zac, "Brother, what clan are you from?"

This straightforward conversation made Zac even more certain that these people are descendants of the "general" that they will absorb in the future.

Zac looked sideways at several humans who asked questions, "Guess what ~"

"You look good, you shouldn't be Nofelle anymore. You're dressed like a man, it's definitely not Gangaro, and your clothes are quite expensive, look like Kozil on Liszt Street The clothes in the store should be quite rich ~ "Guess people grinned," I heard that Rimmer in the Smith family and Bishop family is very rich, but they will not be in the southeast, um ... … You shouldn't be. You shouldn't be the kind of vampires at the Demon Banquet. "

Zac looked around, and the vampire in the bar had vigorously glanced at these humans. It was a pity that nobody noticed. Zac does n’t really mind that these gangs of humans completely guessed their identity, which means that the “general” is very conscious of his position as Zac ’s “son” – rarely, or not at all, mentioning Zac ’s “father” "That's right."

"Oh." Several humans began to pay attention to their vampire companions. They didn't understand the eyes of those vampires, but they began to spread away from Zac.

Zac was a bit surprised. He stopped before the human closest to him had stopped. "Don't we welcome vampires from the Demon Banquet here?"

The stopped human gave Zac an awkward smile, and he walked away without answering.

Fortunately, Zac is quiet. Continue to sit for a while, the bartender replaced, replaced by a vampire. When giving Zac a refill, "No other vampires usually come to us. In theory, no other vampires are welcome here."

The gang of scattered humans are naturally paying attention to the movements here.

Speaking at the bar in his back, Zac still has any vigilance, he wants to listen casually, "This is good, I also hope that other vampires don't bother you, and you don't take the initiative to provoke anyone."

The new barman nodded, hesitated, and looked at the door, "That ..."

Zac looked at the other person's expression and was very intimate. "I feel that 'General' will remind you." Zac saw that the other party might not want the 'General' to hear what to ask.

The bartender glanced at Zac gratefully and made a decision, "I want to ask you something," General "said you have been notified, but we ..." As he said, he glanced at the other vampires in this bar , "We are not sure if the" General "deliberately said to appease us, or really tell you."

"Notify me?" Zac sternly listened.

"We know that during this time, the Kraken has been harassing-harassing-our Patton coastline." The bartender adjusted his emotions and recounted, "Sometimes ago, it was on the side of Massa Port, which caused a freighter collision in Massa Port The accident, and later to Norl Beach, was ... that, uh, Sean, is the name given, a lesson, now, the Kraken began to enter Barton from the southeast side. "The bartender paused here to see Zac Reaction.

Zac's reaction ... No. Zac waited for the other to listen to his face after he finished giving feedback.

"'General' said that all of us were sea monsters after all, so let's ignore the sea monsters who landed from the southeast ..." Stopped again, seeing Zac still the listening face, continue, "We Knowing that the Kraken will cause trouble in the city of Barton, do we really have no problem regardless of the landing of the Kraken? "

Zac continued to wait for a while, making sure that the other party's narration was over, and closed his face, "'General' didn't notify me about this." He raised his glass and drank a drink.

Not too much to answer, the bartender's face was a little nervous, and he quickly refilled Zac's cup. "We guessed ..."

Zac tilted his head and glanced at the bartender. The other party looked like an honest guy. "But" General "is right. You guys are indeed resurrected by the Kraken. If the" General "does not let you ignore, you see What will you do when you land in Siren? "

The bartender and the vampires in the bar all had helpless expressions on their faces, "probably they won't do anything to embarrass them when it comes to the resurrection, but we also know that the resurrection was made by the Kraken at the time. Trading. If it really makes us feel kind, it should be the demon Mike, who took back our soul. "

The vampires' minds are like mirrors, not grateful for unnecessary things.

Zac expressed his appreciation with a nod. "Yes, this should be the reason why you are willing to cooperate with Skull's skull."

"Yeah." The bartender nodded, and then his face looked different again. "As a result, we killed them."

This should be the thing that accidentally sent them to heaven. Zac only turned his head down. "It's not necessarily harmful."

Things always have to be seen at the present time. May I ask, when West leaves, does the division of heaven and **** make sense?

Zac waved his hand, "The" General "is back." The conversation with the bartender is now over. The bartender is also spiritual. He beckoned with the human bartender just now and changed back.

As soon as ‘General’ entered, “Huh! Why are you here!”

The exchanged human bartender has changed the way of looking at Zac. When Zac was chatting with the replacement bartender just now, they humans have guessed Zac's true identity from the atmosphere of the conversation. I was a little nervous at this time and poured a glass of whiskey to ‘General’.

"Think of something, let me explain to you." Zac watched the "General" sit down next to him, and then picked up the whiskey and poured it into his mouth. When he finished, he looked at the empty glass and looked at the bartender with a confused look. , "What did you give me?" It seemed more than just a bartender.

The bartender looked at the empty glass in the hand of the "General" and then the bottle under his bar, but he couldn't remember what he had just taken.

Zac watched the two guys staring at each other without speaking, and pushed his cup to the 'General'.

The bartender shook and gave Zac a drink.

‘General’ will naturally not dislike Zac ’s used cup, lift it up and pour it down, and swallow it twice before swallowing it, and reassure Zac Zac, “What should you explain ?!”

"The nightclub opened by Soling of Rimmer, you know."

"Yes." "General" snorted, "Huh, we are here very well, we don't need to go to them." After all, bars and nightclubs are considered to be conflicts of utility. The words "General" are understandable.

"They only opened there for two nights, and there have been foreign aliens trying to buy Torrey's blood."

"General" 's eyes brightened. If before "Zac" came, "General" didn't know his blood and this business opportunity ... Now Zac is reminding him ...

Of course, Zac saw the light of the ‘general’, “If you do n’t want me to fall to the point where I need to come to you to ask for old-age care, do n’t worry about it.”

"General" actually reacted for a while, only to understand Zach's meaning, "I don't support you!"

My father made Zac like this, too ... forget it, give Zac a face, let's not be frank.

It's quite reassuring that the 'General' jumped directly to the decision without asking why.

As for the fall of Zac, it means that if the ‘general’ privately sets the price for Toledo ’s blood, then Zac, who is a member of the Demon Banquet, will definitely have a bad influence.

Everyone imagines it-the price is high, Rute thinks Zac has ambitions, and adjusts Zac. The price is low, and Ruth is very happy that Zac's ancestor has practiced his Toledo ancestor and will naturally continue to rectify Zac. Isn't Zac reduced to begging for the ‘son’ that he left behind outside the magic feast for life. Imagination is over.

Zac nodded and didn't mind, "That's fine, you can transform the descendants, you can save the people you want to save, but you can't sell the blood of Toledo." After that, Zac took it again The wine glass that was emptied by the "general", a finger with a thimble was placed on the edge of the glass, a bundle of solidified blood was poured into the glass, and then the liquid was restored. "I have all the experience of using the enchanting pupil." Zach pushed the glass back to 'General'.

‘General’ froze for a moment, instinctively raised his hand to pick it up, and moved halfway, “I ’m fine here without the enchanting pupil!”

"In the beginning, there was only you. My request to you is not to insult Torredo's surname, now." Zac turned back and glanced at the whole bar. "My request to you is still not to insult Torredo's surname. "Meaning, when 'General' is just an accidental product, don't 'insult' Toredo." Then now, "General", you have to continuously expand your pedigree, which is an order of magnitude higher than that of Zac's orthodox Toledo lineage. Then please don't humiliate the surname of Toledo.

‘General’ frowned, as if struggling to think for a while, raised his hand, and drank. Then the eyes were white and red, as if they would explode at any time ... Apparently Zac's Torrido's life experience was somewhat surging.

Zac didn't have much to say, let the "general" adapt himself for a while and prepare to leave.

"Wait a moment!" "General" pulled Zac and shook his head a few times to stabilize his eyes. "Since you are here, I have something to tell you."

Zac stopped, "Speak."

"A siren has recently landed in Barton from the southeast. My brothers here have inherited the kindness of the siren before. It ’s hard to control anything. Huh, you guys in the city should pay attention." I glanced around at my bar, a look like 'Look at me for your sake'.

No one dared to watch 'General'.

Zack answered quickly, "Okay, I know, then I also remind you that Anthony and Benjamin may have recently stopped the team against the Kraken. If you don't want to participate, say hello to Benjamin as soon as possible, don't be embarrassed."

"Hey! What ..."

Zac is gone.