Preliminary summary: There are 8 Sabbat vampires. The team sent by the Sabbat, 1 Lesembula (leader), 3 Zmich (fighter), 3 Revro (tracking), 1 Cappadocia (aftermath), in Austria. Zikozier's place. Vertex 23S. The fastest updated. With the help of Zach, Ozzie Kozier has two sets of memories after coming to Barton. One is real, and the other is 'Mr. Ye who met the dragon'. End of feed.
The Grande truck, which I hadn't seen for a long time, was parked somewhere in the back street of Lister. Corresponding to Lister Street is the best location in this area, Kozier's store.
Benjamin got out of the car, slouched to the back, opened the door, carried a coffin, and walked into Kozier's 'employee-only' door.
was greeted.
Three unfamiliar, pale faces blocked another equally unfamiliar, pale face, "Barton's Alpha! I can smell your slut from the street corner!"
Benjamin was carrying the coffin on his shoulders quite easily, but he started to look for trouble. He shrugged his shoulders and flipped the coffin in an acrobatic manner. The purpose is just to open his squeaking nest in the direction of the four vampires in a coquettish manner, "If you like it, smell it more."
When the red eyes began to cover the four pale faces, the coffin turned back like an acrobatic, blocking those red eyes, "Oz!" Benjamin shouted, bang! The coffin stood against the wall.
Oz came out, accompanied by Morelin with a tape measure hanging on his shoulder, and also followed by four pale faces.
"Mr. Grand (Benjamin), what is this?" Oz asked.
"It's your trouble. Bye." Benjamin seemed to chuckle, and once again stretched his body angrily. Of course, his brown eyes glanced at the four pairs of red eyes, "Hurry up, smell more Smell." He left.
The office area at the back of Kozier's store was quiet for a while, and the coffin opened a crack.
"This is really embarrassing." Zach pulled at the wrinkled clothes in the open coffin. He didn't care at all that eight of the ten pairs of eyes were looking at him with red eyes. He lowered his head, held his hat, and looked at the coffin. The flannel in his clothes rubbed against the slightly wrinkled trouser legs, "I told Benjamin that I wanted a 'direct' appearance so that I could explain the current situation to Mr. Kozier, who has always cared about me."
Before taking off his hat, he had time to straighten his hair and handed it to the owner of the nearest pair of red eyes, "Zimich, you are still as bloated as you were four centuries ago." Disgust, not really, it's just, " Don't pinch my hat." Take care of your clothes.
Zach stepped out of the coffin and looked around at the eight Sabbat vampires. "Didn't the Sabbat teach you about respect and inferiority?"
Just as the eight red-eyed men were about to lean over with gloomy expressions, Zach walked away and patted Oz on the shoulder with a bad expression as if casually, "Mind reader Kozier, you should think carefully now. How do you explain it?" Zach walked at the front, "Yesterday, you just told me that these guys just entered Massachusetts. In one day, they crossed the entire state and gathered here..." It seems that they are extremely familiar with this place. As if, he casually entered the room, "Revero, can I still accept it? Huh, can Cappadocia keep up with Revro's speed..."
Zach, we know, is a play.
Lucky for Zach, he entered Morelin's studio. Except that the space was slightly larger, it had the same stacked fabrics, densely hung formal suits, and design table with newspapers as the back of the five dollar store at the end of Ogier Street. , a circular platform in the center, standing mirrors on all sides...
Oh, it was absolutely inevitable. Zach ignored the group of people who followed him in and stood in front of a standing mirror. Push the hair on the temples, press the buttons on the collar, pull the edges of the cuffs... until you are satisfied with what you see in the mirror, well, perfect.
"Oh." Zach seemed to have remembered something, "Saint Yesil gave Toledo and Gangro the ability." He smiled, "Oh, look at me, I'm so nosy, I believe this little information, Cozy Mr. Er must have already passed it back to the Sabbat, haha."
"Toledo, you..." said the third-generation Lesembra, Hamilton Lesembra.
But he was interrupted, "It's good that you're here, so I won't bother you anymore." Zach took out a gun from his pocket, yes, that disgusting gesture of holding the trigger with one finger, and threw it towards Hamilton spoke, "Go and return James Lance's gun. Do you need me to show you the way, or have you already visited?"
Hamilton, who caught it, had a look of disgust the moment he touched it, and threw it to Cappadocia who was hanging at the back, "We know where he lives."
"Very good." Zach waved his hand, meaning 'don't stay in front of me'
This expression has been made clear. First, he reminded Ozkozier of what he wanted to explain quickly, and then immediately gave him a task to send away the Sabbat vampires who needed to be explained.
But some people just pretended not to understand, "Toledo! You don't have the right to order us!"
"But I have the power to order you, don't I." When Zach turned around with red eyes, eight heads had already lowered their heads. This was exactly what Zach expected. Actually, the only way to avoid looking is to lower your head, but, hey, instinct, sometimes it is like this, it will make people embarrassed.
Light Green returns, "Don't make me repeat it a second time."
Eight figures that should have been approaching Barton in the western half of Massachusetts at this time had to disappear here.
Zach still raised his eyebrows and felt it for a while. After confirming, there was a smile on his face that was finally not an act. "It should be enough for them to be busy for a while. James is at the police station."
The person who answered Zach's words was not Ozkozier, who had been silent since the beginning and had an ugly face, but Morelin. A finger was snapped in front of Oz's face, "You can switch back to the normal version."
Oz's face was briefly distorted, and then he took a step towards Zach and rubbed his face, "Ugh, I'm so tired! I think I overestimated my ability to control my own mind."
Finally, everyone can talk properly.
"You really overestimated." Mo Ruilin had already walked to his design table, took the newspaper and started reading, "I told you this was a bad idea."
"But this was the only idea. And it worked. We fooled everyone, didn't we?" Oz finally rubbed his face twice and looked at Zach in the mirror, "Then? You did this What does it mean to appear?"
"Can't you guess?" Zach also looked at Oz in the mirror and smiled, "I'm already lying in the coffin..." Zach said it as soon as he appeared, didn't he? The 'direct' way is convenient. He explained his situation.
Strange voices appeared in this space
"I won. The coffin means death, and the vampire in the coffin, Zachary Toledo, means that Zach is dead."
Zach immediately frowned and began to search for the source of the sound.
"I just said, I will pretend to be dead to bring the Sabbat's trouble back into the hands of the Sabbat."
Zach saw it, right next to him, with a mannequin covered with unfinished fabric. It was made of wood, probably... Zach had no intention of identifying it...
Zach looked at Oz with confirmation in his eyes, 'This is it? '
Oz pursed his lips and nodded. This is. Oz's toy, a collectible that should be in Lesembra's display case, is another 'Zachary Toledo'.
Zach wasn't prepared to meet this... uh, thing so quickly. Frowning as she faced the body-length model, countless opening remarks passed through her mind, and finally, it turned into this sentence, "Well, you like your eyes, like mine, light green."
"Thank you." This is really another Zachary Toledo! "This eye color is easy to match with objects, and I like it very much."
If the situation at this time was just Zach looking in the mirror, then Zach might be more 'inspiring', but, hey. The situation in front of us is not what our vampires are looking at in the mirror!
"You said you would pretend to be dead." Zach, who was not very smart, choked out this sentence.
"Well, but since I am you, you are me. Haha, all my thinking patterns are yours. So~" He seemed to be in a good mood, "I think I will pretend to be dead in this situation and play tricks." Sabbat and Eli Toledo, then, you will pretend to be dead~" The light green eyes are actually not painted, but inlaid, and there is a slight friction sound like a frame skip, "I win." Look. It was Oz who said, "You have to agree to a request of mine. You promised it."
Oz twitched his lips, "We can discuss this later. Now, I want to hear Zach explain the current situation..."
"No." It was actually Zach who was rejected, "I want to hear what you have to say." He frowned, "Please tell me, you have your own name."
"Zachary Toredo."
"No, find another name." Zach didn't want to compromise on this. Mentally, physically, on all levels.
The model fell silent. It lasted for about half a minute, "I once had a phantom friend, his name was, well, Zagel. How about Zagel?"
Zach curled his lips and glanced at Oz. Zach really felt that the name that was just changed in pronunciation was fake. After all, just like the other person just said, 'You are me, I am you, and my thinking pattern is the same.' Zach can confirm that he thinks Zachary Toredo's name belongs to him, and the other person thinks so too.
Oz turned his head and sighed helplessly, then nodded, "This is true. The Sabbat once found an illusory person to stay by his side, in order to make his wish for you to become real come true."
There are too many things in these words that Zach cannot understand...
"I told you yesterday. In the longer version, there is a process where the Sabbat tries to assemble the parts to become you. You refused. You said you didn't want to hear it."
Well, this barely explained one of Zach's questions. Zach had more, "Human? Why Huanren? This..." He promptly corrected the title, "Is Zagar human?" No matter how you look at it, Like it.
"I told you, he is your brain, a collection of your behaviors and ways of thinking. It is gathered and summarized from the information obtained by Lesembra in Toledo's blood." Oz shook his head, " How do you think Lesembra collected this information and put it in one place?"
Well. Remember what Darcy gave Zach and the Sabbat gave Zach the reward, the blood that contains the entire meaning of a person’s existence! A blood that could create anything Lesembra wanted!
Zach looked back at Zagel, so this 'brain' once belonged to a certain human being, and was modified, tampered with, and copied by Lesembra with blood... Just like other things that Oz said were 'preserved', Blood (a certain second-generation Toledo), heart (cyborg), skin (skinchanger) and bone (ghoul), didn't they all once belong to a certain 'person'? "My refusal is right. Yes, I don’t want to hear it.” Zach concluded this topic.
"Then, Zagel, why do you think I would play dead."
"Don't ask about things you know very well~" She is a model after all, with a lack of expression, "On the contrary, what I don't understand is why Eli Toredo hasn't shown up in Barton yet. What the hell? , what event made you advance."
"I was shot by the owner of Allen Funeral Home, Allen, with James' gun." Zach used a summary statement.
"Ellen?" As if he was surprised, the model turned selfishly, and the fabric on her body slipped. Zach frowned, picked it up, and put it on him.
"Haha, I know." Zagel smiled, still not relying on expressions but voice, "Alan knows something, right? You must do something to prevent Saint Sissi from coming to investigate. What's right? And 'death' for the overall benefit of Barton is the best protection. Sissi can't do anything to you. After all, her identity is a saint of the Holy Lord's faith, and Yi has already aroused the anger of the angels in Newton. Letoredo, and you, Zachary Toredo, have nothing to do with the Sabbat's choice. She, the saint, can only choose you, and she can only cooperate with grievances."
"You make me nervous." Zach pursed his lips, why? Because it's right.
"No, I'm just a talking piece of wood." It might be a joke, "If another self appears, then the talking piece of wood is the most harmless choice. You can't expect more. Haha, I can't expect more. .”
Zach looked at Oz and said, "You call him a toy." He shook his head and looked back at Zagel, "I have been very tolerant of Alan's various behaviors because of Saint Sissy. But this time, he crossed the line." He frowned, "I don't know the reason yet, but..."
"You just acted like this. If what I think is right, you should let Allen go to Newton to spread your death. Then, well, when Eli Torrido enters Barton, he will directly skip Glen Virtue, come here and claim his deserved position in the Sabbat without any worries."
"That's the plan." Zach glanced at Oz and nodded, "And it's safer, for the people in Grande, and..." Zach looked back at the door, nothing else. , "It was pressure for me to run into the Sabbat team so directly, which should not have come to Barton yet. It forced the Sabbat to make a more decisive choice, and it saved me the trouble of taking care of things after I originally planned to die."
"Is it pressure? Humph, it's indeed enough. You can actually let Alpha accompany you to perform this appearance." Oz's face didn't know if he was laughing or confused, "You may not know, but the Sabbat vampire has not been with you for a long time. The werewolves are in conflict, not as a compliment, but because the west is isolated from other races of other faiths. I am a little worried that your direct appearance in front of them so forcefully will change the Sabbat's view of you, no, the entire Grande."
Since Oz has mentioned it, there is no need for Zach to 'whitewash' anything, "If you are worried about Grande's, me, vampire and Benjamin Alpha's combination, don't. Benjamin and Mokawi are, are..." Some Unable to say anything, "**** relationship." He frowned, "If the pressure makes the Sabbat have other ideas, then add this to make the pressure so high that no ideas can come up. The Alpha of Grande is sleeping with a The original ancestor of the thirteen clans who are awake, and this ancestor is Mokavi."
The corners of Oz's eyes twitched, "I will convey this message completely..."
"It's all clear now." Zagel interrupted Oz, "My request..."
"No, not yet." It seemed that Morelin, who was reading the newspaper, wasn't too serious. "I still have a question. How could Alan, a human being, be 'killed' even with James' gun?" Yours? Zach?”
"The third 'Colt', I gave Allen the memory of using the 'Colt', haha." It's really convenient. "The person who may be able to see through this false memory, Hamilton Lethembu Pull, in Patton, no more Newton to stop Eli Toledo..."
"Third one?!!"
"Want to see it?" Zach began to unbutton it. There is no safer place than wearing it on a 'dead vampire'.
"Just right." It was Zagel. His next words made Zach stop showing the third 'Colt'. "It's boring to look at. How about we use it. Use me. This is my request. I I don’t want to live anymore.”
At the end, let's give Zach some comfort. Zager is not Zach after all. Aren't you, Zach, so proud of his immortality... (..)