Two days is enough time for Zach to hang out, Lutre Sembra's words. Vertex 23S. Updated fastest but in reality this is time to give Zach the time he needs to take care of his funeral business business. You all still remember the reason why Zach came to the West this time, the funeral industry exchange. So, at dinner time, Zach was the one to socialize.
Come prepared with the business card of Grand Funeral Home, a year of experience in privatizing the funeral industry, and bring Dell with you.
The place for socializing was a nightclub. Zach had no idea why they were discussing things in such a place. But anyway, Root, as the mayor, was arranging exchange meetings for the development of his city. As a 'foreign businessman', Zach had nothing to say. of.
On the list that Zach got, there were four funeral home owners in Vega City who would come. Zach was not going to take down the names. After going up to the VIP seats on the second floor of the nightclub, he lay on the guardrail and watched the surging people below. crowd.
"I don't think this is, uh, an ordinary nightclub..." Dale felt uncomfortable from the moment he entered.
"Really?" Zach didn't feel anything special. He glanced at the two men who were led up by the waiter. One looked like a strong and tough guy, and the other looked a bit feminine and neutral. Frowning, "Maybe it's really extraordinary." The two men who were brought sat on the sofa, looked at Zach, unbuttoned their own shirts, took them off, and turned their heads to the side, revealing the hair on their necks. Rows and rows of…teeth marks.
Zach glanced at the waiter who was about to leave, "What is this?"
"This is your gift from the boss to the distinguished Mr. Toledo." The waiter was quite polite.
Zach looked at his two gifts again, then looked at Dale, whose face was starting to turn pale, and said to the waiter, "I am here to meet four funeral owners in this city."
It was Zach who was too naive. He thought that the funeral owner in Vega City was a human being.
"Oh, they're ghouls. It doesn't matter as long as Mr. Toledo doesn't come downstairs and use these two gifts."
"Of course." Zach shook his head and waved his hand to indicate that the waiter could leave.
As soon as the waiter came down, Dale stood next to Zach and lowered his voice, "Are all vampires here..."
Fortunately, Zach is a vampire. Otherwise, in this noisy nightclub environment, no one can hear what Dale is muttering, "No." Zach shook his head. He knew that Dale was worried that he would say something offensive to the vampire again, "dj It's... the thirty-fourth generation Giovanni." Zach curled his lips, uh, Nick. Without digressing, Zach pointed in the direction so that Dale could see, "The bodyguard over there is the seventh-generation Zmich. Finally, the cleaning lady is Cappadocia. There are two twelve-generation Lesembulas on the dance floor. ”
This did not make Dale relax a bit, "Well, the waiter... is a human??"
"yes."
"A human sent you two humans... as gifts..." Dale glanced at the two men with their necks sideways, waiting for Zach to 'use' the gifts at any time, took a deep breath, and forced himself to stay rational, "So in the west, or at least this The city knows that there are many humans who know about the existence of alien races..."
Zach was quite satisfied that Dell could judge the situation rationally, but this judgment was obviously wrong, "It won't be many, at least not enough that I can use it on the dance floor below."
Dale shut up. This is probably like the feeling of a primary school student entering college. The knowledge I just learned is only a flight of stairs away from common sense... You understand.
There was nothing Zach could say to help Dell with the transition, but he said, "You're great. I didn't find anything special here at first."
Dale's cheeks twitched and he didn't respond. The reason why he thought this nightclub was unusual was completely unrelated to this.
"Wes?" Zach had no intention of touching his gift, but continued to watch the people dancing below by the guardrail. Zach really hasn't been in such an occasion for a long time, and he is not suitable for it. It would be too ugly to let a guy like him, who always dresses well, writhe on the dance floor with a group of 'monsters' below. So Zach just watched with a tolerant heart until, "Is that Wes?" Zach pointed in the direction of the bar.
Maybe it's just that the name 'Wes' also means 'role model candidate' to Dell. Dell glanced in the direction Zach pointed, "Where?" Under the psychedelic nightclub lights, Dell couldn't possibly be that crowded. You can see anyone clearly in his head.
Zach could see it clearly, "It's Wes." After saying that, he seemed to be stunned, and patted Dale, "There are no women here!" With a belated look on his face, he said, "What you want to say is that there are no women here. It’s a man!”
Dale's cheeks twitched again, "Why are you so happy? I thought Miss Louise was your girlfriend."
"I'm happy because I know why Root arranged such a place~" Zach's happiness turned into a reserved smile, not a kind one, and he stopped lying on the guardrail because if Wes saw this, look When Zac arrives, he will definitely find a way to come up!
Sitting between the two gifts, Zach looked at the feminine one, pursed his lips, and looked at the tough guy, "How long have you been doing this kind of business?"
The tough guy looked shy, and the feminine guy said, "It's been a while." His tone was quite flat.
Zach could only look back at the feminine guy and pointed at the other person's neck, "These wounds have not healed, will they cause any trouble?"
"Not now." He said matter-of-factly, "In winter, everyone wears scarves."
"Oh." Zack was just killing time, "You know in the middle, at least in the middle, vampires never leave wounds on human bodies. Vampires heal their food."
"Really?" The tough guy seemed to have decided to join the conversation, "That's good. At least my mother won't think my boyfriend is an animal or has any weird quirks."
Zach raised his eyebrows and decided to continue chatting with the feminine guy, "In fact, all vampires should have this habit. I'm new here, is this the custom here in the West? Leave a wound?"
The feminine guy looked at Zach and said, "You must be Toledo. The waiter just called you Mr. Toledo."
"I am."
"Oh. I understand, you must be a fan of that goth band. He was converted in the middle, and then he completely disappeared, leaving you little guys who don't know anything. You heard something in the middle and thought you were A qualified vampire."
Zach decided to take another look at this feminine guy. It was the mysterious confidence in his own judgment and the contempt from the bottom of his heart in the other party's tone... This was the first time in Zach's life that he had been treated like this.
"You know that one." Zach adjusted his posture. "Goth band." Eli's band.
The feminine guy rolled his eyes, "I survived one of his parties, what do you think." Then he looked at Zach with a mocking look, "Of course, not your kind of survival."
In this increasingly interesting conversation with his gift, Zach learned two things.
First, Toledo has a long way to go to clear its name in the West. Second, this feminine guy is twisted. At least Zach didn't understand why a human who survived a vampire's blood feast would still do this kind of, uh, 'business'. This doesn't make sense.
"What do you think of Toledo?" Zach turned to the tough guy just because he felt that the feminine guy's thinking had no reference significance for him.
"Me?" The tough guy was shy again, "Honestly, I don't know, I'm lucky, I haven't met them. But I heard that they... Oh, sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean you, but, but I heard that you guys are a bit difficult to maintain, and people often die." He didn't finish his words, but paused for a long time, "Then it becomes, you." Seeing that Zach seemed to be thinking, the tough guy added, "But I like you. The music, although my mom said it was too loud.”
Zach automatically filtered the next sentence. To sum up, the impression Eli created in the West in the name of Toledo was the inheritance of the two things that Zack could not tolerate the most as a vampire: gluttony and gluttony.
"Do you want to drink from us?" The feminine guy became impatient, "I turned down an appointment with Lesembula to come here, you better make this job worth it."
Zach was a little... didn't know what to say, "What about you?"
"I have nothing to do. I'm yours tonight." The other one looked like someone in the service industry. Alas, Zach wished he hadn't.
"The boss here has already paid you." This is a gift, and Zach will certainly think that he does not need to pay the bill.
"He paid, but you didn't!" The feminine guy tugged at his neck, which was absolutely confusing, "Business is business! You vampires spend money to buy our blood, and we also spend money to buy your blood! Let’s all stay principled! I don’t want to blur anything!”
"You can pay for vampire blood." Zach repeated what he felt should be repeated. It's not like Dora used to sell vampire blood to vampires because of the current situation. It's humans, buy vampire blood.
Rolling his eyes, of course, which made Zach infinitely confused and confident, "Ah! I told you, it's winter now! I don't want to wear a turtleneck in spring, and I definitely don't want to be unable to go out in the summer! I need vampires Blood! Then when I buy your blood, I won’t be able to get the goods I want to buy after saying a few words to you!" Staring at Zach, "So newbie! Stop talking and take what you should take! I still have a life to live, and I’m not in the mood to be your life coach here!”
So... this is what this twisted human thinks he's doing, being Zach's life mentor...
Before Dale could not hold back his words, Zach raised his hand to stop him, "Don't talk, I'm just as confused as you are." Then he looked at the feminine man who was about to forcefully ride on him, "If you insist." Ke brought the thimble and held down the opponent's neck.
Red, constantly filling the holes on the thimble.
Zach was interesting enough and didn't do anything too much for Dell that he couldn't accept.
As for the feminine man, it was obviously impossible for him to see what was happening on his neck, but the feeling of blood loss was very obvious. He began to look dazed, and did not forget to mutter, "This is quite novel..."
Zach looked back at the tough guy, "Should I stay so that he has the strength to go home on his own? Or go straight to the limit of human capabilities?" Zach really needs to know that the situation has reached a point where he is forced to do as the Romans do. That's the point, isn't it
"Don't let him die." The tough guy said, well, shyly, "We were paid a lot of money."
Zach pursed his lips, a little full. But go ahead, Zach felt like if he stopped and the effeminate man still had the strength to speak, he would be scolded.
Dale finally couldn't hold it in any longer, "How much?! The price is 'As long as you don't die'!"
"4,002." The tough guy suddenly lost his shyness and looked at Dell, "The market price is actually only 4,000, but the boss here said that you will be satisfied." Then he stood up and walked towards Dell, "You can start at any time, I am stronger than him A lot, so you should be very satisfied..."
Dale almost fell off the sofa when the tough guy approached, "You, what are you doing?!*! Stay away from me! I'm human!!"
The tough guy was stunned for a moment, and then, tsk, he became shy again, "Sorry, I thought you were all..." He honestly returned to his seat and continued to sit down.
Zach's hand with the thimble was still on the neck of the still conscious feminine man, "Can't you all tell who is a vampire and who is a human?"
"Holy Lord!" The feminine man said to Zach, "Are you using this novel blood-sucking method just to free up your mouth to speak?"
Zach didn't want to respond, "You can't tell who your customers are?"
"Why do we have to divide it?" It was still the same matter-of-fact tone, "Whoever pays, it's up to you! It's just that this time we were sent here, who knows who you are!" She affirmed herself like a mystery, "But it makes sense. Now. You are Toledo, huh, I don’t think two more people will be able to feed you..."
Zach... had enough, and twisted his fingers on the effeminate man's neck. He looked at the tough guy when the guy leaned into the sofa, "This kind of situation exists, vampires use paid humans in their own way. "
The tough guy doesn't seem to worry about whether his 'colleagues' are still alive, "Yes, it is quite common." The ethics of the service industry are extremely 'comforting', "No one has his or her own quirks, right?" That's right. Zach smiled.
Zach avoided the smile, "I'm full." He didn't want to explain. The stigma created by Eli couldn't be changed overnight, so what's the rush? "As you can see, I'm the only vampire here. Your companion is a human being. So if you explain the situation to the boss here, he should be able to understand that he overpaid you. If he really wants to satisfy me as a customer, he shouldn't force me, right?" This is the truth? That's been said clearly enough.
The tough guy was stunned for a moment, "So... you want to take me back?"
"Yes!" Dell rushed to answer, "Then move your... colleagues away!"
"But I really don't have anything else to do tonight..." The tough guy seemed a little frustrated. As you all know, the goods were returned, "My boyfriend went to serve in the army..."
"This way!" Zach wanted to make arrangements before Dale went crazy. "Have you seen the person below?" Zach hugged this guy who was the opposite of his heart and appearance, walked towards the guardrail, and pointed to a certain star on the dance floor below. Head, "His name is Wes, he is a retired soldier."
The tough guy blinked, not knowing what Zach was going to say.
"I bet he knows a lot of people like them..." Zach glanced at the tough guy with a slightly enlightened look, "What are the living conditions of people like you in the army? You know, this kind of thing does your man Friends can't tell. Why don't you get to know Wes, and maybe even be friends. Understand the problems your boyfriend is facing, and then, you know, be a good lover."
"Okay." The tough guy smiled, hey, it seemed inevitable, shy, "Thanks for the suggestion, I will get to know him."