Something strange happened, not 'personnel', but the weather. It was supposed to be the warmest moment of the day, but the temperature dropped a notch, and the wind seemed to want to blow people's faces off. Suddenly, no one wanted to be outside.
Sibella was holding a cup of hot chocolate and watching three men tinkering with the fireplace. not smooth
Husband, Corden, "Don't touch that, that's the fuel used to burn the body, we don't need such a 'strong' accelerant."
Angel's Container, Ike, "Uh, why do you keep this stuff in the storage room? Never mind... Hey, don't light it now! There's going to be smoke!"
A certain brother, John, held a piece of wood that had been ignited by witchcraft, with an annoyed look on his face, "Remind me again why you are here?! Still here?! The angel's container?"
Sibella stood up with hot chocolate, walked to the door, tightened the shawl on her shoulders, and opened the door.
The hot steam in the cup was blown away in an instant and could no longer come out. Sibella narrowed her eyes and looked at the empty street, "You are the only one left? Where are the other two." Who are you talking to? Such a bad choice of words. Only.
The answer appeared together with a bloated body, Zmich of the Sabbat, "Brother is near your Ogier's laboratory, and brother, he is patrolling other Indian-intensive areas in Paisying."
"Brother and younger brother." Sibella raised her eyebrows and took a sip of the chocolate that was cooling every second, "Heh."
It must be that Sibella's face and tone were not friendly and kind. The owner of the bloated body felt offended, "Is there anything worth laughing about, wizard."
"It's nothing." Sibella lightly shrugged, "Just think of it as a mother's prejudice. If my child wants to call someone his brother, I also hope that the person he calls a brother will also be called a brother. It came out of my belly. Haha, you know, this is our, human, ethics."
"Is it ethics?" The bloated body stood at the edge of the fence. "Is it ethics that turned one of your sons into a werewolf and the other into an earthbinder?"
Sibella continued to take a sip of the chocolate that was no longer warm, "At least it didn't become something that could be used to identify brothers."
The corners of the bloated Zmich's eyes twitched.
If you don’t quite understand this conversation, get to the point, ethics.
This is human ethics versus vampire ethics. When we discuss the superiors in this ethics, parents. The former is the parents who give life to their offspring, and the latter is the one who gives eternal life to those who 'choose'.
Just as Sibella said, her two sons came out of her belly. Two people with the same origin of life are brothers.
As for vampires, human ethics have been abandoned because of eternal immortality. It doesn't matter who the father or mother is that gave life to the origin. Immortality is the essence of vampires. So, 'Father' became the vampire who started eternal life. In this situation, it should be a certain second-generation Zmich who is still in the west. The three 'children' of this second-generation Zmich, in Barton, call each other brothers who may have had completely different origins of life and different eras of life.
It is an unfair reality that when two views collide, the narrow view always prevails. The reason is short-sightedness. For example, here, you cannot ask Sibella to think about eternal life. Her attributes as a mother lose their meaning in time. But the bloated Zimich, after experiencing this short-term state of human attributes, can think that he has transcended that short-sighted state and 'sublimated' into the current state of immortality. But short-sighted people will never understand 'sublimation', right
"I don't need to talk to you. Wizard." The bloated body turned around, seeming to be hiding somewhere. His job is to warn Barton's wizards. Vigilance does not include chatting with wizards.
"Do you know the reason why wizards created werewolves during the colonial war four centuries ago?"
Zmich turned around and said, "Don't put your own face on it. It was not created by you wizards, but by your Papa Midnight."
Sibera tilted her head and did not respond at all, "It is to fight against Bruch and you, Zmich. Your fighting power is too destructive. The law (which is why Zmich can only stand outside the fence now), We can only protect Indian land, not attack, and defense will never allow us to win the war, so we need to balance the forces of confrontation on the battlefield."
There was sarcasm on Zmich's face, "Are you trying to teach me a history lesson, little wizard?"
Small? Of course, don’t use the wrinkles on your face to judge the age gap between the two parties.
"Why not?" Sibella simply put down the completely cold chocolate and rubbed her cold hands, "After all, you Zmich are on the battlefield, huh." She walked off the front porch and walked to the edge of the fence, "With the werewolf The clan that suffered the heaviest losses in the battle." Face to face, separated by an invisible barrier, Sibera tilted her head, "You are really, um, 'broad'." She was commenting on Zmich's figure.
Zmich's face turned gloomy, "Are you trying to anger me?"
"Trying? I'm already doing it." Sibella casually touched the fence that was blown by the wind, patted it with dust, and continued to rub her cold fingers, "What can you do? Just be angry and let me see. ah."
La…
Who would have thought that before the fire in the house was lit, the fire outside was already gaining momentum.
But the spark only flickered out once, and the bloated Zmich took two steps back while covering his blackened nose. When I put my hand down again, my nose had returned to its original state.
Sibella seems to be in a very good mood. She has wanted to do this for a long time~ This is a sense of satisfaction that transcends time and space~
Time~ Haha, this is something only a wizard could do four centuries ago, watching the vampire exit his land in embarrassment. Space? Ha! Four centuries ago, this continent was not called the Federation.
It's a pity that Zach never satisfies Sibella's satisfaction. He would just stand outside the door like a salesman, "Let me in..." without any sense of satisfaction.
Corden ran out to take a look, didn't comment on what his wife was doing, and went back inside to continue working on the fireplace.
Sibera looked at Zmich with satisfaction, "How about continuing the history lesson?" This was not a request, "You will never win the war." She patted the fence, the meaning was clear enough, and then patted away the dust, " The 'idea' of the Federation's independence saved you, or more specifically, saved you who had already suffered heavy losses, Tsimich. So, answer my question, why didn't you join the Secret Alliance?"
So, not only is the history teaching unacceptable, but he is also the most annoying teacher! Will ask for interaction!
Zimixi stared at Sibera, his eyes kept changing between red and not red, and finally said, "I don't need to talk to you!" He turned around and prepared to disappear again.
Sibera picked it up fast enough, she had to be fast. Vampires are very fast, even the slowest Zmich, "Is it because Toledo didn't like you and didn't choose you?" On purpose, "I chose strength instead. Stay more intact Bruch.”
Something key had definitely been touched. Zimich turned his head gloomily and said something off-topic, "Why is this city filled with the smell of those cowards?!" Bruch's smell.
As for why Zmich said this about Bruch, the reason is that we actually know that Bruch is Vandro's 'family dog'. Fighting the werewolves for the collective benefit of the Thirteen Clans and protecting his noble 'master' Vandro, Bruch in the Colonial War, chose the latter.
Sibella kindly answered, "Because of Rimmer, because the new descendant of Grande was once a foreign Bruh." Sibera's eyes drifted for a moment, "Because Grande's Toledo is preparing To face the Sabbat Toledo." His eyes drifted back, "This is his preparation, to sense the Sabbat Toledo that cannot be sensed. He also made some other preparations, which are said to be very comprehensive." Staring at Zimixi , not missing a trace of the other person's emotional changes in his gaze, he said slowly, "We, now, all know what the consequences of these preparations will be for Grande's vampires."
No one was disappointed by the observation of Zimixi. A period of disgusting irritability, a period of rejection and a period of helpless acceptance. All of them are shown in this reply that Sibera deliberately lengthened.
Sibera's eyes drifted away again, and she shook her head without thinking about the topic, "I knew it!" She took a deep breath and looked at Zmich again, a certain emotion had changed, "Do you hate Toledo? "
"It's not important!" Zmich gave an answer that didn't represent anything, but it could be regarded as giving Siberella confirmation of a certain discovery. "But I can tell you this! I hate Bruch! When did this happen?" Will the smell of the city disappear?!”
"Is this it?" Sibera glanced to the west, "You should ask Rimmer, Eve Rimmer." She chuckled, "Isn't this good? I believe that the Sabbat Trustee who was once unable to sense Ruido, you are also aware of it now." The corner of his mouth twitched, "No matter what your Sabbat wants to do, it will be easier, right?"
Zmich's forehead twitched twice, and he stared at Sibera, unexpectedly seeming to want to fight back, "So when our Sabbat does anything in Barton, you wizards just watch like this?!" Disdainful 'Humph' , "As I have seen." The vigilant surveillance, "Our Sabbat is here! You have done nothing!"
"Are you worried about the fate of the wizards of Barton?" Sibella taunted, "Haha, thank you very much. When you occupy Barton and clean up us wizards, be gentle. After all, I am just an old woman."
Do you still remember the story I mentioned once about the Sabbat in the West? There was a story about the Sabbat keeping wizards in captivity for fun and being discovered by Papa at midnight. Let's put it this way, the Sabbat regards the entire west and its own territory as its own private assets. Everyone thinks that the Sabbat allows some of its assets to include Indians who can draw a land to form a prison and occupy an area that even the Sabbat vampires cannot approach. Land? In the West, it is an exaggeration to say that the Indians are a minority.
Zmich accepted the taunt, "Don't worry, we will be very gentle!"
"Haha." Sibera nodded and started to look at her toes. "That's good. Back to the topic, history lesson." She kicked a few skewed fences straight, "Does the Sabbat know that werewolves are How did you break up with the Wizarding Family after the establishment of the Federation?" Sibera slowly raised her head and looked at Zmixi, "Who is it that helped you Zimixi avenge you in disguise and took away the most powerful force of the Wizarding Family? He turned against his family and became what he is now."
Zmich twitched his cheeks, probably not wanting to answer this question, because he knew it. Lesembra's obsession with collectibles, isn't it
Sibella waited for a while and said, "There is an Alpha in Grande, have you seen it?" The advantage of the other party not speaking is that the dominant person can do whatever he wants.
Still no answer.
Very good, it allows Sibella to play more casually, "You should meet, Benjamin is still very representative, the current werewolf, no, the current federal people." Sibella seemed to be really commenting on the era casually , "The bloodline of origin has been blurred. It is the product of racial fusion. Everyone has more or less the blood of former colonists or Indians. He does not care about the history of Indians and werewolves, nor does he care about the history of Indians and werewolves. The only people who care about the history of colonists are those who live in the Federation.”
He smiled, "Haha, but that's not what makes Patton's Alpha the most special~" The tone was deliberately frivolous, "He is sleeping with Mokavi."
Zmich's eyes turned red instantly, "What did you say?!"
"Haha, this is the reaction I was expecting." Sibella rubbed her shoulders. It was really cold. It was not suitable for an old woman like her to blow the wind outside for such a long time. "You Sabbat don't know this epoch-making... Information? Oh, that’s right. Grande doesn’t take pride in this. Someone still rejects it and can’t say it. Haha, okay, now I tell you, an Alpha, and an The ancestor of the thirteen clans.”
Zmich looked like he wanted to go somewhere, and his eyes quickly scanned the empty streets! This damn shabby Pai Siying doesn’t even have a public phone booth!
"Speaking of epoch-making." Si Bella didn't care and continued, "Do you Sabbat know that we are now allies with Novel, wizards, and vampires? Allies." Si Bella clicked her mouth, as if she said it herself His words were a bit unbelievable, "But these days, they seem to have disappeared." Deliberately mocking himself, "What kind of allies will be in the future of our companions..." As I just said, the Sabbat will definitely clean up after occupying Barton. The fact about Wizard Barton, "He disappeared when the future of his companions was threatened. Hey, if you happen to see it, how about sending a message to me?"
Zimixi glanced at Sibera, as if he was too lazy to continue paying attention.
Sibella didn't care whether the other party listened, she just finished what she said, "Tell Dora, it must be Dora. Others can't do it. I don't like it. Tell Dora, I have done what she wants. Sora comes and gets it. She knows where to find me."
"What?! What did you do to Novel?!" A sincere question.
Being ignored, Sibella rubbed her shoulders and turned back to the house, saying only, "Finally, get out of the way, I need warmth..." (..)