At midnight, Sires received a call from his home, saying that he had sent Mrs. Quinn back to Poch's house. Vertex 23S. Fastest update
"We will continue our topic later~" Zach adjusted his appearance and said goodbye to Louise for the time being.
Louise smiled and went to find Mo Wan.
As soon as Zach left Grande's range, he saw Mrs. Quinn standing in Porch's backyard, dancing in the moonlight, and she seemed to be in a good mood~
"Need a dance partner?" Zach smiled.
"Please~"
Mrs. Quinn was already in position, and Zach filled the spot she vacated perfectly. Front, back, left, right, well, the dance of the two vampires is just the simplest waltz. The most basic ballroom dance.
"Uh, God." Pochi's speechless sigh came from the room, "Should I play some music for you??" This was a mockery.
"Please~" Mrs. Quinn looked back.
No matter how good she was, it couldn't change the fact that Mrs. Quinn looked old and wrinkled. Looking back this time, it’s not beautiful. Pochi trembled and raised the account book in his hand, "Do you still want to come see this?"
The male character in leadership paused the basic dance, "Is that the ledger?"
"if not!"
Mrs. Quinn also turned around and glanced at the account book in Porchi's hand, "Bring it over."
Need some explanation:
This account book was brought back by Dale Walker from Quinn Manor after nightfall. Zach asked him to send it directly to Pochi. After all, there was no use staying in Grande. When the sun went down, Mrs. Quinn went to visit Mokavi and Benjamin with Siris after getting off work. She did not see the account book returned to the original owner at the first time.
Pochi came over with the account book unhappily, and was confused for a moment when he handed it over. Finally, Mrs. Quinn took it in her hand. She turned directly to the last page and looked at the last item on the account, "Create my death." Of course, the position her eyes were pointing at was 'Maintenance', "I wasn't planning to keep accounts." She glanced at it. Impatient Pochi said, "If it weren't for calculating your inheritance, I wouldn't bother to count these things."
Putting aside the absurdity of reality in this sentence, the word 'heritage' irritated Porchi.
"My inheritance?! You didn't even leave me Quinn Manor!!"
"You have something to do, my dear grandson!" Mrs. Quinn's good mood may not have ended yet, but she just paused midway, "You already have your own home, are you still thinking about the house of your elders, huh." Too lazy to explain. He looked at Zach with a strange look, "I should have burned this thing, but I didn't expect it would be troublesome."
"It's nothing." Zach said relaxedly, "Just Amanda's cousin."
"Cousin. Huh." Mrs. Quinn shook her head and began to flip through the ledger in her hand. "I have never heard Amanda or her family mention this cousin. If I hadn't left Amanda some money this time, , this person probably won’t come here either. Humph, human being.”
Zach just tilted his head and of course made no comment. Pochi curled his lips and remained silent.
Mrs. Quinn turned the pages a little fast, and when she stopped on one page, she glanced at Pochi and said, "Your parents." She handed the account book to Pochi.
Boqi took it and glanced at the item 'Maintenance', which had the largest amount but the vaguest records among a bunch of account details, "What!"
"Look at the date, you can't imagine what it is." Mrs. Quinn looked impatient and raised Zach's arm, intending to continue dancing.
Zach naturally cooperates, front, back, left and right. Zach was also considerate and felt that Porky had something to say, so this simple waltz dance flew all over the place and always stayed around Porky.
Pochi's face changed from irritated to calm, "It's the death of my parents." He led the dance, which did not affect Zach's listening. Although the words were not meant for him, the speaker didn't care about the audience, right? "You forged the truth about my parents' deaths, turned them into war martyrs, turned me into a war orphan, and started the orphanage business."
"That's it." Mrs. Quinn followed Zach's dance steps, "What started with you should be continued by you. Therefore, the orphanage in the South District is given to you, plus the nursing home you already have now." Quinn The lady seemed a little dissatisfied with this overly basic dance step. She gave Zach a look and her body began to spin, "As long as you are not too incompetent, you can have a prosperous rest of your life. My responsibility to the surname Quinn has been completed." ”
Perhaps it was due to the moonlight. The soft moonlight minimized the shortcomings caused by human age and enhanced the figure that was no longer restricted by age. Mrs. Quinn was beautiful for a moment. Of course, when the rotation ended and Zach's hand guided Mrs. Quinn back into his arms, the beauty returned to its original form.
Porky blinked, "Is this what you care about? Being responsible for the last name Quinn?"
"Oh, Porky. I'm dead, Mrs. Quinn, dead." Mrs. Quinn seemed to be thinking about the skills she could still perform in this dance. "Look at me, whether I'm a human or a vampire, I don't care. I will continue to be Mrs. Quinn for a longer time, do I need to care about anything else."
An irrefutable argument.
"Uh." Pochi closed the account book in his hand, "Then what are you going to do next?! I can't let you live in my house forever!"
Mrs. Quinn smiled and glanced at Poch, "This is the dear grandson I know well." Don't be too sarcastic~ "Don't worry, when I master the ability to move freely, then I will get tired of looking at my great-grandson." . I won’t bother you anymore. Trust me, it’ll be soon.”
Zach recalled the outlineless, human-like black ball of thread in the mirror at noon, and cunningly kept quiet.
Mrs. Quinn looked back at Zach, "Let's see how long you can hold Barton down. If it's enough, I still have friends I want to keep."
Zach was a little helpless, "You are still thinking about turning Mrs. Barton into a vampire."
"Of course, she is my friend. I am an old woman. You said it yourself. My appearance limits my position in human society. I will not have the freedom of other vampires. Then, I need my friends to accompany me."
This is the truth. Zack, as a middle-aged man, can stay in one identity for 10 to 20 years in human society. Mrs. Quinn, in her current state, has been in trouble for about five years. People begin to wonder how the old woman next door has never been sick, visited by family (children, grandchildren), or still alive...
"Okay." Zach nodded, "You make your own decision." He thought carefully, "Half a year, at least." Listen carefully to Zach's next words, "This time I go to the west, I am sure to use Zmich and Cappadocia is trying to gain stability for Barton for half a year."
"More than enough," Mrs. Quinn accepted as the answer.
Pochi didn't accept it, "Only half a year?! You can't be like this..."
It's better to interrupt as early as possible, "What are you excited about?" Zach curled his lips, "I'm talking about the stability of the vampires in Barton. It's not you, it's not the wizard, it's not Papa Midnight. Sibella has a 10-year agreement with the Sabbat, You, the beneficiary who has done nothing, stop being nagging around."
"Hehehe." Poch didn't respond, and Mrs. Quinn smiled in Zach's arms.
Pochi cursed and turned around and left.
Zach continued to accompany Mrs. Quinn front, back, left and right.
"I thought that if you were recalled by the Sabbat this time, everything would be ruined." Mrs. Quinn spoke.
"That's why you were so anxious to fake your death." Zach said easily, "I thought you would still enjoy human life for one or two years."
"Well, it just happened." Mrs. Quinn paused, "Pine, proposed."
"What?" Zach was so surprised that he missed a step. Fortunately, it was just a basic dance step and he made up for it quickly.
"I didn't expect that this thing, which was meant to control his son Nate, would happen so quickly." Mrs. Quinn's face was a little difficult to interpret.
"You are rich, powerful, beautiful, and rich." Zach tilted his head, "I don't think Mr. Pine is 'fast'."
"Uh." Mrs. Quinn's face was harder to decipher, "But let's face it, I can almost be his mother!" Mrs. Quinn clicked her tongue, "Everyone just thinks that we are all old guys. In the eyes of young people, there is no difference between one wrinkle and two wrinkles, and they don't care about this problem. But in fact, we all know that he is just an energetic teenager who is obsessed with a mother-like mature woman."
Mrs. Quinn's wrinkles are close to her eyes, and Mr. Pine's wrinkles are in the impression of several meetings with teenagers and mature women. Four images swirled in Zach's mind. Indescribable feeling. Zach decided to put on a smile and not comment.
Mrs. Quinn also shook her head, "I hope to give him the Quinn Manor as compensation for him."
Zach raised his eyebrows. Was Quinn Manor given to Pine? Zach knows for the first time!
It sounds like Mrs. Quinn really likes this energetic 'teenager'. Maybe now is a good time to tell Mrs. Quinn that Mr. Pine is currently in the grave...
"Oh, no need to pity Porky," Mrs. Queen went on. Zach, by the way, doesn't. "About a month ago, the property rights of Quinn Manor were transferred to him." Mrs. Quinn actually rolled her eyes, "That was an act of anger. I don't want to listen to (Mrs.) Barton keep whispering in my ear. My relationship with Pine.”
Zach was even more surprised, "So you gave your home to Pine just to silence your friend?"
"Yes." Mrs. Quinn looked away.
Mrs. Quinn must have thought wrong. It was not Mr. Pine who proposed the proposal that was happy, but herself who sent out too ambiguous signals...
Zach hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke, "Mr. Pine is in the cemetery now, visiting you."
Mrs. Quinn looked back at Zach with surprise on her face, "So late?"
"Well, he arrived at about ten o'clock, the cemetery I sent him to. He said he couldn't sleep, and Nate disappeared at night as usual. He didn't know what to do, so he came to see you. I left him here It's there, he should still be there."
"Tsk! Doesn't he know that Barton's night is not safe!"
"He doesn't know. The police said that the suicide bombing case of the terrorist attack in the city of Barton has been solved, remember."
"*!" The old woman said dirty words.
Zach's steps to lead the dance were in vain. Mrs. Quinn had already left Zach's side. She had just taken two steps at the speed of a vampire. She turned back and stared at Zach, "How far can humans see in the dark?" Far??"
Ah, this is also a question that only newborn vampires will ask during the adaptation period. Do you remember the way we humans judge the sight distance at any time? It’s simple. If I can see you, you can see me. Now this basic rule of survival no longer applies to Mrs. Quinn. She may have wasted the vision of vampires, which is much farther than humans, because of her "heart's desire", or she may have been unable to satisfy her desires at this time because she was standing too far away.
I understand.
"You can stand in front of him, just..." Zach pointed to his eyes, "No need to modify, just remember to leave this part blank." Toledo still has a bit of an advantage.
Mrs. Quinn tried it on the spot, and her eyes turned red once after her drooping eyelids. He nodded, turned around, took two more steps, turned back, and pursed his lips, "Zmich in the North Kingdom is still making Baelin in Barton, and Mokawi has accepted two more commissions to eliminate the time loop."
Zach had no emotion, "Congratulations to our office, the business is booming." Zach just knew that Siris would report on the actions of several great people in the family.
Mrs. Quinn took two more steps, then looked back, "Are you angry that I found Benjamin about my death?" She waved her hand, "I don't even know about our ancestors' offices, but I just found him, not him." you."
"No." Zach smiled and shook his head, "In fact, I still, um, appreciate that you found him." Zach told the truth again, "You know a group composed of Alpha and Mokawi, helping Tori How important is the significance of creating more descendants? Haha." Zach's mind was a little wandering, "This is the kind of event that will change history."
Mrs. Quinn was quiet for a while, "I didn't think that much, I just thought you would obstruct it." Then she gave Zach a smile, "But I am happy to learn how I changed history. You have time to teach me. ." We have already seen Mrs. Quinn's studiousness. Didn't she ask Zach Mocavi, so don't be surprised here.
"Tomorrow?" Zach also smiled.
"Tomorrow, same lunch time."
It's so easy, the invitation of Grande's gang has been confirmed tomorrow.
Mrs. Quinn didn't have any more questions. She turned around and disappeared quickly this time.
Zach also walked back to Grande, while Louise was still waiting.
"Ha! You're back!" Louise was still accompanying Mo as expected. "Mo remembered where she had seen Miley!" Louise looked very happy.
"Really?" Zach smiled, but he really didn't care.
"Look! That's it!" Louise pulled Zach and pointed to the TV.
Zach watched it for a while, but it was just an ordinary late-night program, and because of the timing, what Zach was watching was not a feature film, but an advertisement. A republican woman who could not be said to be in line with the aesthetics of that country held a bottle of, uh, something, saying that it was the source of a happy married life.
Zach rolled his eyes and said, "Don't you have anything better to do at night?" I mean, don't keep looking at these things.
"I'm done practicing." He said a word that Zach had never understood. It's not important. The focus is on the back. "It's this advertisement! It's also available in Republic! The same lines and the same scene! But it's that Miley. ! I finally remembered! This commercial in Republic was shot by Miley Lister!"
Zach stood there for a while, and the corners of his mouth began to rise, "We must tell James this, thick thick..." He couldn't hold back his laughter.
"Must! But how?? He stopped contacting any of us!"
"I will think of a way~"