The atmosphere of the city was moving away, and Zack needed to wipe the dust off his lenses from time to time in order to continue to see the direction they were heading. Vertex 23S. The fastest update. Although there is nothing to see, except for the sand, there are plants that are dying and twisting into weird shapes in the sunset.
"Do you like the sunset in the desert?" Lutresembula held the steering wheel of the Jeep and said something from time to time.
For no other reason than to see if Zach would answer accidentally and break the childish silence game.
Zack's defense isn't that weak.
Root tilted his head and controlled the car to move forward, "This used to be the center of the city." Regardless of whether Zach responded or not, he continued to make noise, "This is the municipal square, in the era of witch hunting, we are here to encourage citizens to burn Dead witch.”
It was as if Zach cared... Zach really cared, leaning on the car door and glancing down. He was killed by the wheels and rubbed upwards. Zach pulled back.
"Vega was just a town, you know." It seemed like Zach's reaction, giving Root a message, "Trading Town, the materials we bought at high prices from the central part of the country will be sent to places farther west through here." There is an obvious "accusation" that the Sabbat wants to obtain supplies from the central part at a high price.
Zach responded again with a proud smile.
This was another confidence boost for Root, "I am also proud of myself." He shook his head and said, "I created a gold rush."
Zach glanced at Root and looked away with a smile. Zach knew this one-sided conversation would continue.
"The gold rush brought population and fame to the west. At least the prices of supplies were secretly raised. No matter how high the prices were, people in the west would think, 'We have gold.'"
Zach shrugged.
"You must think I'm lucky, gold, haha. Use gold to attract humans." This time Root didn't care about Zach's reaction, because the initiative was with him, "But thank the Holy Lord for taking care of this land, the West , there is really gold ~ so the west has a population."
If Zach wants to speak, it must be "Papa Midnight is the one who takes care of this entire continent." But Zach won't speak now, right
"We, the Sabbat, have a population and gold, and the secrets can no longer suppress the west." Root was proud, "No matter how dangerous the secret alliance promotes the west as, there are people fighting to the death on the streets at any time. , contracting malaria from mosquito bites in the wild, being trampled by rutting buffalo in the market...or contracting syphilis from fucking a sex woman. Hahaha." Root may think his words are funny, and he laughs happily, "But , countless businessmen came to the west for gold ~ the secret alliance cannot stop it ~"
Zach confirmed one thing, Root was not driving randomly, he had a clear destination. And with this conversation that I am not participating in, the distance to this destination is shrinking.
"With the merchants and the high-priced materials they brought, I knew that I needed a way to let them leave everything they could in the west. After all, except for gold, the west is just a huge wasteland. Except for gold, There is nothing but gold." Root glanced at Zach and raised his eyebrows, "I have to make their trip to the west 'worth it'."
This means that the high-priced materials must not only match the value, but also catch up. The Secret Alliance's efforts to thwart the development of the West created the Sabbat's fighting spirit.
The answer is quite obvious.
"What can be better than gambling to make those businessmen empty everything in their pockets~" You know, for immortal species, this is a privilege. When telling history, there is a pure sense of pride, "Wei That’s how Jia rose.”
Root slowed down the car, "This used to be Vega's pawn shop, and materials mortgaged by merchants from all walks of life have accumulated here all year round. The West is not short of money, it is short of things. Since when, I am no longer sure, But any merchant who came to the west began to bring not only trading goods, but also materials that could be pawned at high prices." Glancing at Zach, "You know that for a long time, this place has almost become a gathering place for 'heirlooms'." , necklaces, plates... Then, it’s not just materials, it’s people, family members, servants, it’s the fact that everything has been smashed into the west, and life can only start in the west.”
Root is describing a snowballing history.
If there hadn't been a hollow in Zach's field of vision that was still obvious in the dim light, Zach would have thought that this was Root purely lamenting his glorious deeds.
"It started here, so I have special feelings for this place." Root drove slower. It seemed that he was going to this sunken pothole. "I built my first house here." A home.”
The car stopped.
Root got out of the car first and pointed to the east, "That's the vestibule. Most of the things that have to do with humans happen there." He seemed to suddenly remember something, "Oh, you ask why it faces east?"
Trust me, Zach didn't even ask.
"Haha, the war is over and the west is on the right track. I finally have my own time and can enjoy the gifts given to us by the Holy Lord. Rixing." Fell into his own emotions, extremely pious, "Every time, When I see the first glimmer of light in the east, I praise the Lord who has given me the ability to enjoy this moment.”
Zach watched Root's performance. It was dusk, and Root was facing the east devoutly. What did everyone think? There is a dying struggle to retain the last ray of sunshine in the sky.
Why. Be fair. Root didn't perform, this was him, the Sabbat's true heart. It's just that the time he chose to express this piety was a bit inappropriate.
After a period of ink prayer, Root spoke again. Here, he pointed at the large sunken pit in front of him. By the way, Zach had already seen what was inside, including dozens of skeletons that had been pieced together and arranged. "It's my atrium. Most of the Sabbat parties are held here." He shrugged lightly, "It's not business, just occasional parties to relax with my brothers. Banquets, groups, and the like. This is my home, I Loves relaxing in my own home.”
Root paused and grabbed a handful of sand casually, "I guess you have guessed what the last party held here is."
Zach looked at the skeleton at the bottom of the pit and knew. Of course I know, the Indian game was disrupted by Papa Midnight.
On the first day that Zach moved into his 200-year-old home, during his conversation with Dell, he 'unintentionally' exposed the fact that half of Vega City had lost its vitality and some Indian families in the middle were rising, right
"The history and prosperity I created." Root rubbed the sand in his hands. He chose a very bad way to show his strength. After all, no matter how hard he rubbed it, the sand was still sand. "It was stolen." All the pride he had before, Here, the sand that fell in his hands, which was no different from before, turned into a dangerous anger that made Zach want to put on a defensive posture, "Stolen by the infidels."
I'm very sorry. This way, it seemed to everyone that only Zach and Root were in the car. Actually, there is another person in the car
It's Nick. The only reason he followed was to see if Lesembula wanted to kill Zach when he went out with Zach at this delicate time.
reason? Have you forgotten the conversation between Nick and Zach? Lesembula's tolerance for the new Toledo will be an important indicator of Lesembra's judgment on Zmich's current situation, isn't it
"Someone please explain." Nick got out of the car and inserted his foot into the sand. Like a dead tree with roots stuck in the desert. He frowned and sat back in the car, "Lesembra, when did you dig such a big hole?"
"Just these two days." Root stood up, retracting the overflowing anger, and calmly turned around to explain to Nick, "On the first day that Toledo came, he said something that I cared about very much, so it is necessary to confirm it. .”
"Then?" Nick was a little impatient, but it was understandable that the desert was not a fun place. "You dug up a bunch of corpses under your old home..." Nick stood on the car seat and looked down. He curled his lips and said, "Looking at the skeletal characteristics of the Indian corpses." There was no need to say more about the Indian's appearance, "We all know that we buried a lot of things here before, and we like to party." He twitched his lips and said, "What's the point?" Nick muttered at the end, "What about the other things we buried? Why are these Indians the only ones left?"
Questions, but no answers. It is enough to show that these bones are independent and special.
Root looked at Zack. Zach thought for a moment and finally spoke. But, not against Root, the game of silence against Lesembula continues. Zach said to Nick, "Papa used witchcraft at midnight to curse this land. The prosperity of Vega was transferred to some specific Indian families in the middle."
Nick was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something, and looked at Root, "Is it that boring game that Papa played at midnight? He buried our toys alive for us to find?"
Root nodded.
"Witchcraft can do this?" Nick's face was questioning, "Stealing the prosperity of this land?" His eyes stayed on Root's face, and after receiving no answer, he turned to Zach.
Zach tilted his head, "He is a god. He changed the laws of the world and made it impossible for us to set foot on Indian land. What do you think?"
Nick frowned and sat back. No words were spoken.
There is a fact here. If Nick doesn't speak, the number of people participating in the conversation is not three minus one equal to two, but equal to one. Three vampires are somewhere in the desert, wrapped in night, with only Root's voice
"Papa Midnight will pay for it. He will pay back double, nay, triple what he stole from me."
Nick is the only creature here that Zach responds to. Therefore, Root’s words were spoken to the air.
Air gave Root a response. A gust of wind that came from nowhere picked up a piece of rotten wood that appeared from nowhere and smashed one of the Jeep's headlights.
It was probably just a coincidence, but Root still looked gloomy, "I have asked Revro to check the bloodline of these Indians. I may not be able to move Papa at midnight. It is time for these Indian families to pay off their debts."
Zach moved from his standing position and raised his hand to intercept something flying over in the night. Another piece of rotten wood brought by the air. Zach looked at the wood in his hand, raised his eyebrows, threw his hand and inserted it into his feet.
Root's face turned gloomy again, "It has been a long time, and it is still difficult to find out the origin of the blood of these Indians."
Do you think that when it comes to Papa's midnight moment, Luter is more, well, timid than expected? His words seemed to keep taking back his momentum.
How to explain it... like this
We should always encounter some products that we hate in our lives. For example, Maddison, I, after exhausting all hair dye products, particularly hate a certain brand of hair dye products. That thing will make my scalp itchy for a week.
So, every time I see this brand of product on the shelf, I do my best to discredit it. So far, I've argued with store clerks over refunds, threatened managers with compensating for my scalp treatments, and blocked countless shoppers from walking in front of this product.
As you all know, I was not happy in Barton. This is my outlet. Don't judge me. I am human.
However, one day, I received a customer service call from this brand. The soft-voiced female voice told me that their company had received a large number of reports that the sales of their products in Barton had been deliberately sabotaged. Of course, the gentle female voice didn't say it was me. She just said that in the consumer information fed back by Barton's Big Q Supermarket, I, a customer who purchases a large number of similar products, was an important research target, and their company wanted to ask about me. What this potential customer thinks about their product.
Guess what? Do I do my own thing and scold this gentle female voice until she doubts her life? No. I said: "You made the wrong call."
Can you find the connection between this example and this time? It’s the product, it’s the Indians; it’s the company, it’s God, Papa Midnight; it’s me, it’s Root.
Zach suddenly spoke and said to Nick, "There are many wizards in Barton. Very bad wizards, the kind who are abandoned by the family. But because they are bad, they stick together. Wizards with various family bloodlines gathered in Barton's Pais Britain."
Nick frowned, "What are you telling me for, I didn't ask."
"I just want you to tell our brother, Lutresembra, that before he does anything stupid, please consider the possibility that Papa may bury those wizards at midnight, and then, we will make any decision to Barton in the future. Any efforts you make are feeding..."
Zack didn't need to finish. Root forced himself to stand between the eyes of Zach and Nick, "Can't you explain the connection between these two things earlier!" This was an accusation, an unabashed accusation.
Zach glanced at Root, calmly and without any emotion. Then the focus of his eyes penetrated the human figure blocking the road, and he said to Nick, "I never thought that these two things were connected before. Maybe it's the desert, the sunset and the night, this..." Zach pointed to the person who was stuck at his feet. "It gave me a strange feeling. I realized that some things are completely beyond our control. For example, Papa Midnight." Zach shook his head, "Vega was cursed until I I only found out about it two days before I came to the west. It was Pochquin who told me. And he told me to buy more time for his son whose witchcraft talent surprised me. I never took it to heart. . The purpose of saying it is just to cultivate the bad taste of human beings." Well, yes, Zach said this to tell Dale how the beauty in his eyes was formed, "By the way, when I am not talking to Lesembra Here, give him something to do."
Keep using the third person in front of others, Zach is really...forget it, there is no need to spend more time here watching the awkward dialogue of three vampires. To see things that are truly beyond control.
Vampire, in the desert. So two humans, James and Dale, are at home.
Now, no one is home. Dale threw James, who was struggling in the bag, into the trunk of the rental car and left the home.
There is a note on the model on the third floor, just one sentence.
"When I feel safe, James Lance is free."
James, it's quite useful.