The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

"Mother is here!" Andrew took Mu En's hand and squeezed into the crowd in front of the souvenir vendors with excitement, "I want this ~~"

Unlike the excitement of his son, Mu En's smile is hard to squeeze out-when your entire life is imprisoned and controlled by a whole group of werewolves, you will also be like this, distrusting your environment.

Mu En is already struggling to adapt to the lives of normal people. Remember, she still has a job ~ as a teacher in Paisin's elementary school.

But is it true that a group of knowledge-hungry children is completely different from a complex group of adults? Mu En now regrets that he agreed to bring Andrew to the carnival. In such a mixed environment, Mu En does not feel a little safe!

"Don't worry." A young figure with a hood appeared in the shadow created by the flow of people, and then immediately stepped into the shadow created by Mu En's body. It ’s Dora, and this Nuofei Le is behind Mu En, “Sibella is patrolling, there will be no trouble at this carnival, you should enjoy it with your son and relax.”

It might be funny to say that a vampire gives a wizard a sense of security, but here is the truth. Everyone was forgotten who it was, killing the wolves that controlled Mu En and gave her freedom. It ’s Mocavi, it ’s Norfil, it ’s everyone in Barton ~

The expression on Mu En's face was finally relaxed, but her body was still being pushed by the crowd. She did not have the physical advantages of Dora and Andrew, and could not move a step in the crowd.

"Andrew, you go ~" Mu En pulled the son in front of him and let go, "Come back when you buy it ~"

"Well !!!" Andrew has disappeared into the crowd.

Mu En had no traction and was pushed out of the crowd step by step, but she let out a breath, "Dora, are you still there?"

"In." The hood flashed away in the shadow behind him. "Siberia hopes that we protect every special guest who comes to the carnival. You are one of them. Relax, I will follow you all the time."

Mu En was really relaxed. He glanced sideways and found the street vendor selling barbecues. He leaned over. "Are there any special guests coming?"

"Director Darcy, the inheritor." Dora replied. "With a mocking tone, he disguised himself as if the entire Patton knew him."

Mu En smiled, pinched two strings and did not know what barbecue was back to his place to wait for his son, "Is he here to play?"

"Who knows, Bumi followed him."

"Who else?"

"Several fallen angels from Mary's Church are coming." Dora didn't seem to mind chatting with Mu En, "Jessica took some of her compatriots rescued from the central part. Jessica said that she wanted her compatriots to feel Button Atmosphere. "

"Paisin's carnival can already represent Barton's atmosphere ~" Mu En's mood improved.

"Of course, look at us ~" Dora seemed to be in a good mood. She meant that a wizard was chatting with his vampire, not to mention Spira who was floating in the air in a while-Spira is a ghost! Don't forget this. Faith and culture are intertwined in Barton, and the carnival is an occasion to bring these people together. Certainly representative!

"Jessica, they don't need you to follow."

"Don't follow." Dora is also very simple. "It is only me who has the wizard's assistance now. Other vampires to protect fallen angels also cause trouble for them (soul restraint), it is better to let them entertain. Anyway, vendors and entertainment facilities It was the wizards of Spira who were in charge, and there would be no problem. "

"Thank you." Mu En's thanks are sincere. "You came to accompany me personally."

"It should be." Dora was straightforward. "You are also Zac's neighbor, and I should pay more attention to it."

"Oh, speaking of Zac, Grande is so lively this afternoon ~" Mu En smiled. "A group of high school students are preparing for Rapter's ball in Grandry."

Dora's response ... Really funny, "Zac is Zac, and we are all tangled in the situation at this moment, and others, Torrido, have set their sights on the next generation."

"Yeah ~"

The wizard and the vampire sighed for a while, and were quiet, waiting for Andrew to emerge from the crowd.

But as time passed, Andrew didn't show up.

The child is a child. He is too easily attracted to new gadgets. He has long been away from the booth where he originally tried to buy things. He already has a bunch of gadgets in his hands and is still moving in the new booth. For new souvenirs His desire made him not notice that there were no more crowds around him.

"Your stall is so broken!" Andrew looked at the stall with an old bed sheet, and his eyes quickly swept through the utensils on the bed sheet. "What are these! I haven't seen it before!"

The owner of the street vendor looked up at the souvenir that Andrew held in his hand. "You won't sell it when you see it." Then she turned away and didn't know where to look.

"What is this?" Andrew lighted his small chin and motioned for a product.

The owner of the street vendor lowered his head and glanced, "Hands flail." He looked away again.

"What is it for?" The child's curiosity.

The owner of the street vendor seemed impatient, but he answered the question, "If you want to punish anyone, just bring this to him and he can't act indiscriminately."

"Oh, it's a torture tool!" Andrew blinked. "Are these all torture tools?"

"Yes!" The owner's patience seems to be gone. "Child, what about your parents? You shouldn't run around by yourself."

"It's there." Andrew's head just flicked casually. "Why are you selling torture tools here?"

"Huh." The owner of the street vendor was a little irritated, looking at Andrew's little face, "Are you an Ingan, haven't your parents told you, and you Indian are the lowly bottom! Slaves driven by people ! This is your culture! Why can't I sell torture tools here! "

Andrew froze for a moment, then, "No, I am not a slave, nor am I driven by anyone!" Please remember the sentence.

The voice of the young child has become somber-a nerve that should not be plucked has been triggered. It is not only the mother of Mu En who is shrouded in the shadow of life in the wolves! Andrew stared at each other, "Indian people are not slaves! Not now, not in the past, not in the future! Your accent is strange, uncle, where are you from."

"Go away! Boy! I don't want to talk to you! Find your parents!"

Andrew loosened his hand holding the souvenir, and the hula la souvenir fell to the ground. "No, you didn't answer my question, uncle."

"*!" The owner of the street vendor glanced at this inexplicably serious child and began to pull on his old sheets, which seemed to be the place to move the stall.

The abnormal situation occurred at this moment.

The owner of the street vendor is trying to put away his merchandise. The dark red mantra holds the pillory that Andrew asked just now and opens and closes in front of him in the surprised eyes of the vendor!

Andrew has stepped forward, stepping on his hands and neck is fixed at the same level, causing his body to lose his balance and then fall back to the chest of the vendor, "I heard it, you are a Westerner, right!" Andrew, There was anger in his eyes, "You killed Sibella who saved my mother and me!"

"Witch, wizard ..." The stall owner's eyes widened, and then he turned sharply. Andrew's weight could not really suppress the adult, so when Andrew's short imbalance fell, the adult faced Somewhere, "Go away! There is a witch ..."

Andrew didn't get up quickly, but the dark red mantra shot in his hand was quick! On the unfolded old bed sheet, something that seemed to be a stuffy mouth was pulled up by the mantra, and rushed directly to the owner of the street vendor who tried to shout, forcibly snapping his voice, and blocking his mouth!

Andrew just got up from the ground, slapped the mud, and looked back at the still noisy crowd. No one noticed what was happening in this unpopular corner. Andrew walked to the owner of the street vendor and glanced at the other person's embarrassed face—the open mouth murmured with uncontrollable saliva. "Who's over there, who do you want to remind?" Andrew asked.

Andrew didn't wait for an answer. The kid wasn't stupid enough to wait for someone who was plugged in to answer the question, so Andrew looked in that direction-as the highlight of today's carnival, Mrs. Quinn, who will be grandly exhibited later Collections pavilion.

"You want to destroy my grandmother's things!" Andrew's face is very gloomy, "you want to destroy the" Quin "who I can finally get a normal life!" Please remember this sentence.

Andrew glanced down at the person struggling on the ground, struggling according to the other person's face! With all my strength, dark red spells poured into the other person's head!

died.

Andrew began to walk towards the exhibition hall.

At the same time, the relaxation on Mu En's face finally disappeared, "Dora, help me find Andrew."

"Yep."

Dora in the shadow behind him disappeared.

five minutes later.

"Andrew killed the individual!"

Along with this voice reminiscent in the shadows, Mu En's body shook, "Why, what ..."

"A we do n’t know that the street vendors are selling torture tools there, and Andrew was detained in the torture tools and killed! The soul of the recurring death has been dragged into **** by the **** dog. Except knowing that there is a conflict with Andrew, we are now Why! It may be the scum that deliberately ruined the carnival! Spella has gone! You should find your husband! Do n’t worry, we ’ll give Andrew a good one! ”

Mu En's eyes locked on the nearest public phone and rushed past.

Dora pulled Muen's shadow again into the crowd who hadn't realized what was happening in the carnival, but Dora's direction was not to the exhibition hall, but to the opposite direction.

Until the shadows controlled by the two Nophiles overlapped--

Bumi's voice, "Why, do you want to change people?"

Dora's voice, "Don't be wordy, take this North District Police Chief away! Immediately!"

"what……"

"Andrew killed someone!" Dora looked up in the hood, and Jessica crossed the sky with several fallen angels, heading towards the exhibition hall, not forgetting to throw a sentence below, "Three, no, four, No five, six, seven ... "Fly away.

Dora's face was completely black without the shadow of the shadow, and she did not look at Bumi. "Take Darcy away!" Pulling the black shadow to catch up with the fallen angel.

Darcy, Darcy was squeezing his peaked cap and sipped, tasting the skewers he didn't know. "It tastes good." Darcy nodded toward the diners next to him, as if looking for a sense of identity, "I For the first time to eat Indian-style food. "

The diner at the side glanced at Darcy, his eyes blocked by the cap, but it didn't affect the passer-by's speechlessness, "Uncle, don't you know how to read? This is the Republican BBQ. The stall of In'an is there!"

"Oh." Darcy's face was awkward, but no one saw it. Darcy quietly stepped away from the Republican barbecue stall and looked around. He saw a crowd appearing more and more obvious in front of him, and took a step to prepare to go over there ...

"You should go home."

The hooded man who appeared suddenly behind startled Darcy, "You ..."

"Bumi Nofeller." Bumi introduced herself, although it was redundant, "Your cross-dressing trip is over, Mr. Secretary." Bumi controlled this Darcy's body and moved forcibly.

"Hey! What are you doing ..." Darcy's rebellion was not implemented properly. He just thought that it was a crowded place where a crowd of people broke out. "Ah-" The sharp crowd shouted, and the flow of people suddenly became intense. . Darcy's words also became, "What happened?"

Bumi actually didn't quite understand what was happening. Until now, a piece of amputated splinter limb was thrown into the air and hung on the photo of the street vendor, and the crowd went crazy.

Bumi's face twitched twice, "This happened, do you still want to stay here? Mr. Heir?"

"Take me, take me away !!" No need for Bumi to control, Darcy hugged Bumi's body. Bumi whispered, "Uh, you are the chief of the police station in Barton, heh." He was buried in the shadows.

Just when Darcy reached a consensus by Bumi. Our Zack changed clothes and asked Sam about the situation.

But as Sam prepared to go in the direction indicated by the demon, Zakra stopped Sam, "If you are not sure, go to seal the exit of the carnival, and no one can leave here."

"why?"

Zach looked at the scene in a vulgar violent movie, "Because this scene has no treatment that can be accepted by human society, there are too many witnesses, too many uncertainties. I want to use vampires, use Toledo ’s method."

"Okay!" Sam confirmed his goal before leaving. "Seal the entire area?"

"Yes!" Zac stepped up, toward the demon's guidance.

At the entrance of the pavilion, Andrew was bathed in blood, and the mantras around him pulled and tossed the amputated limbs who did not know who they belonged to, and the innocent people who had not yet broken but could only cry helplessly.

"What are you doing, Andrew?" Zac turned away the wizards that Nofil and Spella belonged to.

"Maintain my lineage and my surname." Andrew looked at Zac's red eyes. "I am a free Inan, I am a great-grandson of Quinn. I don't allow anyone to insult my Indian identity, I also do n’t allow anyone to insult my “Quin”. ”As he said, the mantra ripped through those passers-by who had not yet died, and blood was thrown,“ All those who try to humiliate my existence must die! ”

The red enchanting pupil is flashing, and the point where two false memories replace the real memories has emerged. Zac said calmly, "Who insulted your identity as a free Ingan? And who insulted your 'Quin'." ? "

"The man who set up the stall! He said I was a driven slave!" Remember the two sentences that everyone remembers, "I am not! The wolves who tried to control me were dead! Both me and my mother It ’s free! ”This is the first sentence, what it really looks like in Andrew ’s mind,“ And these people! They want to destroy what Queen ’s great grandmother has! They want to let Quinn disappear! They want to let I am Andrew Quinn and my identity has disappeared! They want me to go back to what I used to be without a father and surname !! "This is the second sentence, what it really looks like in Andrew ’s mind.

Malicious social and cultural issues? No, this is a private matter, a monster created by twisting together the psychological and social problems of a young child.

Zach said, "You are doing very well, and now these two people have been wiped out by you, and your life is now clear."

The dark red mantra surrounding Andrew disappeared, and the broken limb fell. Andrew stood there for a while, a bright red face showed a smile, "Mother ~ my souvenir is still there ~ let's get it ~" Mu En who froze aside.

Zac: "Go to the exit, Boqi is waiting for you."