Zack, who put down the phone, was very... confused. Vertex 23S. Fastest update
After leaving the office, he went directly to find Madison, who had occupied the master bedroom to rest.
Being possessed by a demon and traversing the soul mark is not a pleasant experience, especially for Madison, who has too many 'secrets'. There was probably no physical pain, it was all psychological.
Therefore, Zach was not very gentle and fiddled with Madison's body, forcing him to wake up, "I want to ask you something."
"What… "
"When Mr. Herman left Barton, did I agree to help him take revenge on Esera?" Zach's question was said in a declarative tone.
"Uh, yeah, yeah."
"Well, I remember that I helped Anthony suppress Esera in several mayoral competitions. This can be regarded as fulfilling Mr. Herman's request."
"ah?"
"Ah what. Didn't you write these stories?" Zach said a little coldly, "Didn't you clear my name in the stories? I fulfilled Mr. Herman's request. Ethela and her husband used dirty methods to destroy Herman's factory. I used reasonable and legitimate means to bankrupt Athela's husband in Newton, and also caused Athela's campaign to completely collapse."
"I..." Madison looked at Zach, as if he didn't know what expression to put on.
"You..." Zach was imitating Madison's technique of lengthening the ending sound. Yes, he asked without giving anyone a breath, "What are you? Am I your protagonist?" He actually asked a clear question.
"Yes, yes."
"Then why don't you clear up your protagonist's name." Zach said matter-of-factly, "I care about my reputation. My words are as honest as my actions. I fulfilled Mr. Herman's request."
"You, are you done??" Although Madison had no idea what Zach was inexplicably trying to get him to say. However, there is something that Madison must have principles for.
"What does the tone of your question mean?" Zach was very perceptive.
"Well, Ethera's husband died because of you in Newton, but didn't you introduce him to Anthony?" He clearly remembered the story written by Madison himself, "You know Barton is short of people for cultural event planning." Remember, Newton has a comic exhibition, but Barton does not. The previous Paisin Carnival was Barton's only cultural event... Haha, do you remember how the media reported, "Barton's own culture" Feast', "You yourself were persuaded by Ethera to sell her husband to Antony!"
Zach frowned, "Then, I used Liszt to completely wipe out Aesela's campaign..."
"But you still accepted the social transformation plan hosted by Ethela! Turning Grande into a halfway house! And you only tied Ethela to the incident handled by the city of Barton-Newton in Mary's Church ! Yes! You ruined Ethela's hope of becoming mayor, but you definitely added a lot to her political resume!" Madison unexpectedly lost his sluggish look and stared at Zach. Why? Haha, an author The dignity of "You have done a lot of things, but you definitely did not fulfill your promise to Mr. Herman! You know it in your heart! I know it even better in my heart!" This dignity means that the author must, must, absolutely know better than the character. Role. Being questioned by a character, impossible.
Zach looked at Madison, who was completely excited. He was quiet for about three seconds, nodded, turned around, "I know." It seemed that he was actually planning to go back to the office regardless of Madison, "Since you said so, I Guess I can't convince anyone this time. Well." He started talking to himself, "I'm really sorry for Mr. Herman this time..."
Madison was stunned for a moment and caught up with Zach, "Wait, what did you say? What happened?"
Zach glanced back and informed as he walked, "Herman just called me and scolded me, saying that I took his money but didn't do anything for him."
"Did Herman call you?? Where is he?"
"Who knows, maybe the middle." Zach shrugged, "But it seems that he has never stopped paying attention to things in Barton. Haha."
"Uh. So what does this mean? Why did you tell me this?"
"Mr. Herman didn't give me an explanation on the phone..." Zach smiled at Madison and changed the words. Everyone can understand for themselves, "I hung up the chance to defend myself. I asked you to rehearse my words."
"What?" Madison was a little surprised and grabbed Zach, "Preview??"
Zach took off Madison's claws 'gently', "Yes, preview. I know the facts. If you have a protagonist-author relationship, I can't convince you, and I can't convince Herman. So~" Continue back to the office.
"So?" Madison continued. Of course, he would not continue to catch Zach, "I..." The air in front of Murder was irritated, "What do you mean! Protagonist-author relationship? What do you want to express? I wrote it You, I should stand on your side and speak for you? Help you distort the facts? Write your unfulfilled promises as completed? To clear your name? "
They have already reached the door of the office. Zach stopped and looked at Madison seriously, taking some time to think about what he was about to say. It wasn't until Madison's aura disappeared and she began to dodge Zach's extremely serious eyes that Zach said, "I will live forever." Well, it started weirdly, "You won't."
Madison's newly weakened momentum was rekindled. What does this vampire mean? Do you despise human life? !
"What you write about me is not a biography of my life. Haha, the quality of your lifespan determines that you can only record a small part of my life." Zach's voice was smiling, but his expression was not.
Madison's face began to twitch.
"You know better than me. Look at how much you have written in just this year." Zach began to help Madison sort out her clothes. It didn’t mean anything special. It was just that Madison herself was disheveled and Zach looked at her, which was an eyesore. “So Madison, why do you want to write about me.” He turned over his collar and pulled up his rotator cuffs, “For fun? It’s not fun, right? One year is too small for me, and it does not deserve to represent a single bit of my life. Then, you have written so much, what is the meaning?" He straightened his hat and trimmed his temples, "You see the sea surging in front of you, but I wasted so much pen and ink to write about a drop of water. It’s not even a wave, it’s just floating in the air and accidentally hits you on the face.”
If people's expressions could be sorted out, Zach would definitely help Madison sort out his expressions. Because, Madison's expression right now is like a fried egg with its shell on. Don't try.
"It has to have some meaning. Madison." Zach retracted his hand and continued to look at Madison seriously, "You must make this drop of water represent this ocean." Zach shook his head, with unclear meaning, "A drop of water The bead hits your face, wets it, evaporates it, and it's over. You record the entire process of this drop. It's meaningless to be more detailed." Zach nodded again, "Stand in the sea and watch the countless drops of water condense into The sea, tell everyone that it is the countless tiny drops of water you recorded that turned into the entire ocean. This is meaningful."
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"So, Madison, you must stand by my side. Otherwise, don't waste your life writing about me." Zach stepped into the office and closed the door.