No one wants to stay outdoors in such horrible weather. At most, they will be forced to move from one indoor to another, such as from school to home.
Yes, we are talking about students now. It's not the large group of mixed teenagers in Repter, it's the ones here in the West End.
A car apparently heading toward Smith Manor stopped on the side of the road.
"Before going home." Lydia Smith looked at Eve who was doing homework in the passenger seat. The tangled bloody threads were entangled with textbooks and notes, and were fixed in the space in the car. Eve quickly solved the problem in such an environment. After returning home, she didn't have time to do such things. She was just using all available time.
Lydia seemed a little dissatisfied because Eve used her excuse of 'I have to help Eve with her homework, so I don't have time to chat with you, brother (Mr. Smith)', but this was not the reason for her to stop the car," The Falcons came today." He curled his lips and said, "They are probably still there now."
"Yeah." Eve said in favor, showing no reaction.
Lydia knew that if she didn't tell the important point, Eve wouldn't care about this kind of social behavior from the West End. "Brother (Smith) and Mr. Falcon have been chatting about things in the office, and Fiona just..."
Eve tilted her head slightly, her tone was mildly sarcastic, to show that she was listening, "Falken family. Huh, I don't understand you West Enders. Fiona is the real heir of the Falcon family. 'Mr. Falcon' haha, 'Mr. Falcon'."
The meaning should be quite obvious. When people in the West End talk about things, it should be between Smith and Fiona. Mr. Falcon, who came to the West End as a wife, is nothing.
Lidya frowned, not knowing that she was offended by that point, "Isn't the issue of the inferiority of men and women a problem left over from your era? Can't you explain it here now??"
I don’t know what homework Eve is writing. The notebook is densely packed with words. Eve's hand holding the pen shook slightly, and the tangled blood lines turned over the full page. Taking advantage of this gap, Eve turned her head and glanced at Lydia, "Real rights never care about gender." She turned her head and said, "There is no so-called my era, I have lived until now." Immortal memes , "I know that there are many women who hold power. The king of the colonists is the queen, the ancestor of Mokavi, is a woman, and I am a woman..." shrugged, "Sibella is a woman, Ethela It's a woman, you are a woman. What's the use of complaining, it's just that you don't work hard."
Lydia curled her lips, too lazy to argue about this issue. It would be nice if she could summarize it without trying hard, and she wouldn't need to worry about who owns the rights to the Smith family's property now. "I won't talk about this anymore, I want to talk about Fiona. Speeding up the process out of impatience, "Fiona knows our identities."
After writing a short paragraph on the new page, Eve stopped writing and looked at Lydia, "'Know our identities'? What do you mean?"
"Knowing that you are not my stepdaughter, you are my maker, 'mother', knowing that Flanders is not my husband, just, partner. Knowing about Rimmer, knowing about vampires, knowing that our purpose is Smith, everything."
Eve was quiet for two seconds and said, "Who told her?" She answered quickly, "Don't tell me!" Suddenly she became irritated, "I think I know who it is!"
Lydia still answered, using a deliberately provocative tone to avenge the topic of rights and women just now, "It's Tori from Grande..."
Interrupting to prevent Lydia from succeeding, "I know it's him! No need to say it!"
Lydia knew that her revenge had been successful. She smiled and tilted her head, "In short, she knows everything. Therefore, it is quite convenient for Mr. Falcon to be with her brother. She can talk to us about things without any scruples." . Of course, after getting a little curious, we basically discussed the future direction of the West District seriously." He adjusted his sitting position in the driver's seat, feeling a little complacent and said, "Discuss with me~"
Of course, you still have to be complacent. Lydia's rights in the Smith family have not been consolidated yet, right? Now someone has recognized that she is the future representative of the Smith family. Of course, you have to sneer because after returning home, we all know, It won't be Lydia's turn to be complacent. The person who controls Smith's future will be Eve.
Eve seemed to have given up on homework completely for the time being, frowning and thinking about something. The result of his thinking began with a nod, "Okay." The corners of his pursed lips twitched, "Now that you know it, you know it, it's a good thing." It seemed that he was just assessing the current state of the West End people, "Because there is Quinn With Madam's presence, the Barton family has taken every step in the right direction, including transferring the shelter in the South District to Quinn. The Stone family has the mayor, and the Smiths have us." He glanced at Lydia. , "Fisher's 'misstep' in Port Massa has proved that the Fisher family and the Falcon family, without the 'assistance' of any insiders, will only be used by some, hum, Sabbat. Now, It’s a good thing to have a Fiona who knows everything.”
Because the topic involved the future of the West End people, an important future, Lydia took it a little more seriously and nodded, "I think so too. Fiona herself seemed to be very clear about her position. Fisher finally stopped talking to the Republic. The transportation of people to the border is all because of her."
Eve raised her eyebrows, "How did she do it?" She seemed to be really curious, "Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy that the West End people have been preparing for so long, and the plan to frame Liszt has been implemented. Ethela's As the first step to close the network, the campaign office started very smoothly. Haha, but the time was just right for Fisher to finally give up on human transportation. Fiona, how did you convince Fisher?"
"'Advice from a friend'." Lydia raised her eyebrows, "That's what Fiona said~" Her tone was a little strange, and she smiled, "Haha, what kind of person is Fiona? I'll talk to you when I have time. "You tell me~" What do you mean we'll talk about it later? Fortunately, here’s a little reminder, “You know, when I was growing up, I never regarded Fiona as a sister. There was a time when I thought she was just a gangster with long hair. The only consolation was that she This gangster is on our side." West Ender.
Remember Fiona's love for the sport of 'swinging', and the collection of sticks that took up space in the Falcon family office? Now might be a good time to take a swipe at Fisher's use of wild animals as decoration. Where did your hobbies and habits develop? Well, it's the psychological compensation you get when you grow up with a 'gangster' girl and become friends as an adult.
Zach has said that Fiona is strong. That's the point.
Eve didn't know whether she understood or not. She raised her eyebrows and pushed the topic, "Is there anything I should pay attention to?" But it was a fact that she would communicate with Fiona directly after returning home. Now Lydia had stopped to explain the reasons. It’s clear, there is something that needs to be informed in advance.
"Fiona wanted to support us and Rimmer, but she brought up one thing. Well, I know how to say it. She didn't want us to come to the stage. In other words, brother would still be the face of Smith. Fiona Ona’s support will come completely from the shadows.”
"explain."
"She said that she would be willing to push Mr. Falcon to the front. Although Mrs. Falcon is missing, many things are surprisingly convenient. She believes that our identity cannot be in the human world after all. It lasted too long…”
was interrupted, "Does she really know Rimel? My identity will never expire as long as we are willing." It is said that Rimel can increase in age like humans over time, which means that after a hundred years, Lydia and Eve may not exist, but 'Little Lydia' and 'Little Eve' will always exist.
"That's why I said that because I understand." Lydia's position seemed a little vague, as if she didn't know who to help. "She said that since we can exist forever, we can play the greatest role by staying in the dark. Once the method becomes the bright side, some things will have resistance. With the current development direction of Smith, Smith is gradually transforming the dark side of the past, which is actually completely opposite to our purpose. And we must consider the future of Kepler , she is our, uh, well, my biological niece, I can’t just treat her as a consumable that is incidental to our permanent management of the Smith family.”
Eve frowned and said something like this, "If you wish, I don't mind taking Kepler in. Anyway, I've already started it without talent." Well, the meaning of this is to turn Kepler into a Cheng Rimmer? ? Wait a minute, no, this means complaining that Lydia is not a descendant that meets Rimmer's standards! First of all!
Lydia reacted very quickly. She rolled her eyes and waved her hands, "What about my brother? Maybe I rarely show it, but I love him. He is my biological brother. Do you also want to turn him into Rimel? Hum, it’s that simple, with a brief sense of inheritance, Smith is already our Rimmel’s.”
"No." He simply refused, "Your brother can't be Rimel." The reason? "He has become accustomed to living as the head of Smith's family. My purpose is to control Smith myself. The ugly thing is to snatch Smith away from him. Instead of giving him something that is originally his, it is more 'legal' to give it to him." Therefore, This is a matter of principle.
Lydia turned her head and glanced at Eve. She didn't say anything, but only raised her hand. Her point had been proven. Once Riemer really mastered Smith, the humans in Smith would be just incidental consumables, and they would still be worthless. consumables. At least as long as Lydia is still alive, Lydia herself will find it difficult to accept such a result.
Eve frowned and sighed, "Okay, I understand, let me think about it." Without making any promises, "I still want to talk to Fiona and listen to her plans before making a decision."
"This is what I asked for." Lydia received the answer to her petition, nodded, and restarted the car.
It didn't take long to set off again, "Wait a minute." Eve finally returned to the homework book and stretched out her hand to Lidia, holding it down, "Is there someone over there..." She turned her head and looked at Yong. Somewhere in the isolation forest to isolate various manors and provide these West Siders with complete protection.
Lydia slowed down obediently, "Who is it? I didn't feel anything?" At any time, she proves that she is really not a qualified third-generation Rimel, hey...
Eve pursed her lips and said, "Keep driving, I'll go take a look."
'I' is just a red line of blood floating out from the gap in the open car window.
The blood line twisted on the car window for a while, and the line segments were twisted and connected to each other. Alas, a butterfly.
A butterfly in the wind flapped its wings twice and moved a little further in that direction when it was knocked back against the rear window by the wind that could blow a person's face off.
Lydia and Eve looked back together at the butterfly twitching on the car window.
"Seriously, you can't come up with anything else..." Lydia didn't finish her words.
"I like butterflies!" interrupted forcefully. Eve stopped looking and concentrated on her homework.
As for the butterfly, it crawled hard to the road, rustling in the cold wind, crossed the road, and moved forward little by little in the direction of the isolation forest.
Climb slowly. Anyway, the guy we are anxiously waiting for is not our favorite guy.
Yes, someone is waiting for Eve. Hamilton LeSembra.
He looked at the car driving away with a twisted look on his face, Rimel! Damn it Rimmer! When Lian Lian sensed my presence, the car drove over without stopping... Wait, what is that? Butterfly
I don’t know how long it took, but the butterfly finally entered the woods. Generally speaking, the wind has become lighter, but the flowing air still makes the butterfly that takes off again stagger, and gradually gets closer to Hamilton, who must show respect in the opponent's field of vision.
Respect comes from the suppression of vampire blood. So, it must be.
"You think it's, um, Zmich?" Butterfly said, but he said it wrong. It wasn't Eve's intention, it was her
"No!" He lowered his head and said gloomily, "I am Lesembula!"
"Oh, those blood-playing guys, I'm sorry." There was no sincerity, "I'm not familiar with you."
"You guys, Rimel, don't know anyone well!" He still lowered his head. He had to adjust his expression before he could look up, right
"That's true. Then, what are you here for?" Butterfly was very direct, because he didn't have time to ask this guy, homework was the top priority, and he was distracted by thinking about how to talk to Fiona about Smith's future, with whom he was not familiar at all. Lesembula, who has time to care about him!
"I think we should meet formally once, Rimmer..."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Butterfly, "Yeah, let's do it next time." Nothing special. Just when I entered Smith Manor, I saw Falcon's car leaving. Who knows that I will have the opportunity to meet Feo next time? When can we meet Na, "I have something to do now."
The butterflies simply dispersed. (..)