The Sabbat meeting seems to be the most important official event in the Sabbat every week. It should have been an honor for Zack, who had just arrived at the Sabbat, to be brought to the meeting by the host Root. However, because he was ten years old His eating habits were slandered, and Zach made the decision not to say a word. Vertex 23S. Fastest update
So, do you still want to watch a meeting where Zach said nothing? In no mood? Just what I want.
Zach was sent back to his home in the city by Root who was very dissatisfied that he really didn't say another word. "You have two days to wander around and get familiar with the environment here. I will come back to you." Putting down a bottle of blood, "Since you didn't participate at all in the content of this meeting, I'll 'record' it for you (Lesenbra's ability to store information with blood). If you are willing to speak, stop playing this game." Childish silence game, come to me anytime." He left.
Watching Root's car leave, Zach couldn't wait to open his mouth, "Dale, where are you?"
"Second floor." Dale's voice said, "You should come up and take a look at the scenery."
The 'home', which can only be used for 200 years, is a three-story independent villa.
Dell stood on the balcony on the second floor and looked to the left, "Look here, that's the desert." Turn to the right, "Look over here, it's a bustling city." Dell just expressed his emotions, "I've never seen this in my life. Such a view. It’s so…beautiful…”
Zach stood next to Dale and pointed to the left, "Somewhere over there, there is a pile of Indian corpses buried. That is the midnight curse of Papa, the god of witchcraft, transferring all the prosperity in that land to The Indian family in the middle. This is the representation of the hatred between the Sabbat and the Indians."
Zach pointed to the right again, "The prosperity here is Lutrecenbra's private food farm. Every human walking here is labeled with a certain category, virgin-, virgin- Man-, slut-..." No need to finish, Zach patted Dell, "Is she still beautiful?"
Dale's cheek twitched. After adjusting his mood, he said, "We have a swimming pool, in the basement." Looking at Zach, "Pool, in the basement." It just meant 'please don't completely ruin my mood.'
Zach received Dell's little wish and said, "Is there anything special here?"
Zach came up from the first floor and took a general look. The first floor is the regular living room, dining room, activity room... On the second floor, Zach saw his master bedroom, study room, guest room, butler's room, cleaning... and this Open-air balcony. Plus a basement pool that would make Dale marvel. Zach didn't have any objections to the layout and decoration of the villa, but what he saw lacked some elemental vampire elements.
"Above." Dale frowned, "It looks like a collection room, with some old books, antiques, and..." Dale looked at Zach uncertainly, "Do you remember that we didn't meet James when we were on the train? In front of Ms. and Dale, are the republican, uh, couple sitting in front of us, or the brother and sister tourists?"
"Ha, so you haven't judged their relationship~" Zach looked very happy, "They seem to be very close, so it is definitely not a simple relationship between men and women. However, they do not have any actual intimate actions, such as each other. Touching, hugging, and eye contact, right? It makes it very difficult to judge their relationship!"
Dale looked at Zach with an expression that didn't want to respond at all, "When they marked the origin of the fake slave movement on the map, you asked me if I had been to that place."
Zach's happiness froze for a moment. Remember, that was Toledo's original home, Zach's original home.
Dale noticed the change in Zach's expression, "I grew up there." He frowned, "My family was the manager of that place, from, from..." He pursed his lips, "When the Federation was established."
It wasn't an illusion, Zach's eyes turned red for a moment, and he looked at Dale without saying a word.
"I'm tired of hearing my father keep saying that that place is an important, uh, 'relic'. From any information or documents I can find, it's just the relics of a prominent family that was unfortunately exterminated. And. If the documents found are correct, my ancestors were just slaves of that famous family. The master destroyed the family and the slaves took over the place. That's all. I hate that place."
Zach still didn't speak, just nodded.
"So I left that place. And I didn't think I would see that place again. After all, the meaning of leaving a place is that I never have to see it again." Dell looked helpless and pointed upward, "There is a place on the third floor. An almost 200-square-meter model of that place. From the inside out, every detail is exactly the same as in my memory."
Zach turned around and prepared to go upstairs.
"Aren't you going to tell me why the Sabbat placed a model like that in your home here?"
It was a question worthy of Zach's consideration, so he asked, "How long have you been away from home?"
"More than ten years." Dale answered without any expression. "I have a younger brother, so if you care about whether that place will be left unattended, don't worry. My younger brother is the complete opposite of me. He loves what his father instilled in him. Everything. He will keep that place for the rest of his life, just like his father expected."
Zach smiled and said, "Then you don't have to worry about these things at all~"
After a moment of silence, "You're right, I don't need to." Dale turned back and continued to admire the curse of the God of Witchcraft and Lesembra's food classification on the left. Beautiful scenery, isn't it
Zach saw the stairs leading to the third floor and prepared to go upstairs.
The phone rang, and at the same time, a visitor arrived.
Zach kind of hoped that the visitor would stand at the door for a while and feel the host's unwillingness to see people, and leave voluntarily because the visitors were James and Wes. For some reason, Zach was not suitable to see them now. Wait. The explanation is related to the Sabbat meeting.
So Zach went to answer the phone first.
"Zach?" This was the voice of Father Constantine, which was enough to completely erase Zach's disappointment at not being able to look at the model for the time being.
"It's me." Zach replied with a smile, "I was still thinking about how to get your contact information, but I didn't expect you to be faster than me."
"Haha, Taylor helped." Remember Taylor, the one who brought Kyle back to Barton, the one who organized the trip to the Republic, the one who had only one purpose in Barton, under the instruction of the Sabbat, to secretly help rebuild the religious college in the west A woman of faith in the Holy Lord.
"Taylor?" Zach naturally remembered, "How is she doing?" He didn't really care, just casually.
"It's good. He's assisting Seth and I in our research." Constantine also smiled, "After all, we have no other resources when we return to the west. Having such a familiar face can help us obtain research in the military. , haha, the material (soul. Now Constantine’s research is to control the faith trial of the earthbender.), is also very convenient."
So it sounds like Taylor is still doing her job in Patton, with a military background, arranging the tasks arranged by the Sabbat ~ Patton used to be, and now the West, people and things have not changed at all ~
"How's your research going?"
"It went very smoothly." Constantine's tone was very relaxed, "It's just a little troublesome. It takes some time to exchange experimental notes every time."
Zach didn't understand, "Exchange?"
"Our notes here and Eric's notes in prison."
Zach smiled, "I understand." It was still the conclusion he had made when he ended the murder case of the Republic. Eric, who had confessed to himself, could not escape the punishment of the law, and even the Sabbat could not do it. "How is he doing lately? ?”
"It's good. Although it's impossible to get him out, the Sabbat has controlled the process of his sentence, and he can still rely on his living arrangements. At least according to him, his fellow prisoners are very friendly." Constantine smiled. "A typical Western racist. Hearing that Eric was imprisoned for murdering Republicans, he often came to him to discuss the physical structure of Republicans and Indians."
Zach raised his eyebrows, "It sounds like you have plenty of experimental material."
"That's it." Constantine smiled for a while, "Don't talk about me anymore, how are you? How do you feel when you come to the West for the first time?"
"Haha, good try. But I will not use the phone here in the home prepared for me by Lesembra to share my true feelings~"
Constantine on the other side of the receiver laughed, "Hahaha! You know~ I have the resources generously given by the Sabbat~ I must ask~"
You all understand. The Sabbat, which had been at odds with each other for four centuries, took Zach to its own territory. They treated each other like brothers, talked happily with each other in the car, and even tolerated the childish silent game...
Zach also smiled and said to the receiver, "Father tried, don't disturb the priest's research with such boring things anymore, he is very busy~" This obviously slightly ridiculing statement was obviously not meant for Constantine.
Sure enough, in this point-to-point call, a third-party voice appeared, "Okay. Toledo, if you are not going to reveal any of your true views on the Sabbat during the time you are here, I won't waste my time either." Monitored."
Zach affirmed with a smile, "Don't waste your time. Well, let me guess, you are a Revro?" A clan that is good at tracking. We have never learned about the abilities of the Refro clan, but I guess everyone already understands that this is an ability that has some parallels with Nophele. After all, we already knew when Zach answered Mrs. Queen's question about the selection of members of the Secret Alliance. The selection of members of the Secret Alliance was to balance the comparison with the Sabbat.
"I am. And I have already seen it. At the meeting, I also asked you a question, whether Nofele has mastered the blood control of the Abandoned Clan (Eli). You did not answer."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll answer you now, yes, all of them. Even the new generation Nophele of the Last Descendant is training this skill." Zach didn't say anything at the Sabbat meeting we skipped, but listened Very, very carefully.
"Tsk! So my proposal is necessary! We must also comprehensively promote blood control skills! Instead of only some second-generation members learning from Lesembula's arbitrariness now!" Don't be surprised, this is information we knew in Barton!
Zach held the receiver and stopped talking. Constantine had hung up long ago, otherwise Zach could still talk to Constantine about daily life.
"I need your support!" Refro spoke again, "You also saw that Lesembra directly rejected my proposal! He didn't listen! But if you say something to him, he must listen!"
Perfect. Zach was already needed, and the first night here hadn't even passed.
"I'm sorry. I haven't seen clearly the future of my former friends, Novel, who is now an ally of wizards. Personally, I still hope that Nofile will have some advantages of their own. I don't I will support you and hope you understand." It's reasonable, right~
"Toledor! You are now a member of the Sabbat! Know where you stand!"
"I am, so I won't stop you, I will remain silent, just like in the meeting." There was a smile on Zach's lips.
"You..." the other party held back, and then said, "Humph, it's up to you. But I still want to remind you that every move you make in this home is being 'watched', including Lan who is standing at your door now. The sons of Si and their gay friends, and what you just said to your servant."
Zach didn't know how to respond to this. It wasn't that Zach was surprised that he was being noticed. Well, be mature. Zach knew very well the situation he would face when he came to the Sabbat. Zach was just a little worried about the emotional intelligence of the Sabbat people.
'You are monitoring me while maintaining a superficial friendly attitude. I understand. Don't say it out loud. You will jump out and say something that is almost threatening at the slightest irritation. What's the matter? '
above. So Zach decided not to speak to see if Revro could realize it himself.
"You stopped talking again." He didn't realize it, but unfortunately, "Huh, are you thinking about what you just said to your servant? Huh, you should be worried. Right now, I have sent someone to check on you. The identity of the servant has originated, if he is really a human descendant of Toledo Manor, haha."
Zach was helpless, "You don't have to, 'Haha', he is real, but it doesn't make any sense." He was really helpless, "What are you going to do? Erase the blood of this old human slave from Toledo from my side, and replace it with another A new one coming? What’s the point of this kind of thing?” Toledo’s slaves were liberated by Toledo himself, remember, the diary of the android. If Dale was like Earl, an ugly artificial human (reproductive requires vampire blood, so it must be bound to the vampire race), it would make sense for Revero to go to all this trouble, but Dale is, just, human.
There was silence on the other side of the receiver for a while. Hehe, I forced him to change the subject. "You also said that Vega's desert is Papa's midnight curse. Hmph, I have already informed Lesembula of this information. You can explain it to him yourself." !”
A familiar feeling of having to lower one's quotient forcibly to socialize with some people came back. Yes, Zach's life in the Secret Alliance.
I guess this is the problem that members of an alliance group that aims at profit rather than personal interests must face.
Zach must accept that among his 'brothers', there is such a helpless guy, "I will explain it after I decide to forgive Lesenbra (Root) for throwing away my food."
"Tsk. It's up to you."
The hang-up sound that should have appeared long ago finally appeared.
Zach put down the phone and glanced at the door. The visitor lost patience and left. Great, one less thing to worry about for now. Tonight, go to the third floor and remember your true brothers.