a new day. Vertex 23S. Updates begin soonest with Frank's 'unsatisfied' appetite.
This beginning will take a while, as well as those procedural things, such as girls going to school, such as police detectives going to work. Unnutritious daily routine.
Have a nutritious daily routine. Just like yesterday, Sires put down his work report on the mill and continued to take leave, determined to help Zach find food that Frank was satisfied with. What's nutritious isn't the 'I want to help you with something, Zach' mood that Siris has expressed so many times. Instead he was treated to food that Frank once again rated as 'disgusting'.
Needless to say, the Ancestors Office is establishing a vampire food channel in the east. One of the surveys that Benjamin completed was about vampires' food preferences. It was natural that the data provided by the Western Sabbat was sampled. In addition, with the help of the wizard family (relying on the relationship between Sibella and Novel), Acquired central vampire ecology.
Surprisingly, a kind of blood, the blood of terminally ill patients, is very popular among the 'orphan' vampires in the middle of the country.
Zach didn't know the details, but according to Siris, some vampires in the middle of the country used this blood as a drug. There is a subtle reaction between the 'orphan' vampires who seem to be immortal for some unknown reason and the humans who are destined to die, making this blood something that can make some vampires feel dependent.
What Siris got yesterday were the samples that Benjamin had collected so hard.
The result has just been said, Frank said, disgusting. So, Siris continued to ask for leave. Let's see what nutritious things he can bring tomorrow.
Another nutritious daily routine is Old Hank's.
Didn't Old Hank go to Harvey's lawyer's office yesterday morning to negotiate an out-of-court agreement? There was a result today. The result was that early this morning, old Hank resumed his daily routine of fetching newspapers that he had given up for a long time.
Old Hank did not ask the plaintiff to pay Grande any compensation. He only asked for a public apology from the family members of the plaintiff.
This is very reasonable in Old Hank's consciousness. After all, Grande's reputation is greater than anything else. So, Grande is in the newspaper again, the social section~
The living area has been noisy since morning. Well, it's not a bad noise, it's... a harmless noise. The kind that can remind a bunch of ex-convicts that they are no longer second-class citizens in this society. Can you understand a little bit? People who have always been accused of "mistakes" in this society and punished for it suddenly one day were told by civilians, "I'm sorry, it was me who was wrong."
Zach also read the newspaper, and the apology did not arouse Zach's interest at all. So the really nutritious thing in Old Hank's daily life is not this, but the large box of video tapes that Old Hank picked up along with the newspaper. Dog Brother's documentary.
The federal postal system, haha, don’t take it too seriously, it has not yet developed to the point where it can be delivered across the federation overnight. It will take centuries before human logistics systems can surpass Frank's speed... maybe not a few worlds, who knows.
The timestamp on the postmark showed Zach the time when Dog Brother mailed the tapes, a week ago.
Frank's comment on this was, "You are serious. Your descendant's foresight is truly amazing."
Right, this means that the dog brother not only predicted that the authorities in Lesembra of the Sabbat would be dissatisfied with him filming the civil war in Zmich, but also predicted that Zach would be willing to receive these backup tapes... Foresight.
This is Zach's favorite choice for Toledo. Like Louise, Louise naturally showed her preference for her future brother and gave up the TV show of Republic. As soon as the people who go to work, take leave, and go to school in Grande leave , and started playing Gou Di’s documentary.
The shaky, lifeless camera coupled with Dog Brother's nagging narration made Louise watch it with gusto. It was an unexpected reversal of the situation when watching Republic programs where you just look at the pictures and guess the voices.
These are the nutritious things that happen at the beginning of the day. It officially starts today.
In the mill's work report, there is no manuscript, but the note remains, 'West is in hospital. '
This is not a repetition, going to the hospital and being hospitalized are two levels of events.
Frank is the same old, "She's going to die, just like all humans in this world."
Zach chose not to comment.
Bad feeling? After all, she is a woman who has marked her life as Zachary Grande, literally. But think about it, the Holy Lord has already drawn too many pens on the vampire's life, should he care about this one
Good feeling? Didn't everyone feel shocked when Miley suddenly came to Zach to check Logan's identity and background yesterday? The ability to shape reality is so thrilling. It's nice to disappear. But think about how much reality the Holy Lord has used this power to shape, and now this may have affected all of human history, and may be disappearing. What will happen in the future
So Zach chose not to comment.
Frank still studied the mill's work report carefully. It turns out that Madison’s insistence on writing work reports every day that Zach won’t read is not to show what a bad boss Zach is.
The issue in yesterday's work report, Brian's social security dispute, was perfectly resolved after Madison went to Amelia to issue a certificate. The new issue today is that as a result of the joint insurance of the funeral industry's assets initiated by Ford, the mill was asked to also carry out an asset estimate.
The problem came when the mill was first started. Due to being squeezed out by the Allen Funeral Home, the price of most of the equipment and resources purchased by Madison was higher than the cost of the normal funeral industry. If Madison had calculated assets according to her true accounts, the Mill, the smallest cremation practice, would have exceeded the Allen and Ford Funeral Homes. If Madison calculates according to his own actual accounts, then Madison will suffer a big loss, uh, the mill will suffer a big loss, in other words, Grande will suffer a big loss.
What to do, let Zach, the boss, make the decision.
Will Zach make the decision
No.
Frank, who is learning the ways of this world, gave his opinion, "It is better to let Madison and Allen sign an agreement. The loss of the mill will be made up by Allen's funeral. Anyway, it was Allen who originally owed the mill."
Zach had no objection. Allen Funeral was owned by the Sabbat. Strictly speaking, Grande was also owned by the Sabbat. It was just an internal asset transfer. What could he have to say about it.
Frank started to make arrangements with some excitement. Everyone must understand this excitement. This is an old man who has just arrived in Barton and needs to attract the police to help him in a public toilet. This is his first, um, interaction in this era.
Zach listened for a while while Frank called to make arrangements. When Frank called the mill, he heard Madison say, "I wish you were my boss." Forget it, at least honesty is a compliment.
However, Zach noticed that when Frank was occupying the phone, the answering machine flashed. Someone called in, and then gave up the message... The phone in the showroom on the first floor rang.
Confirming that Frank had the situation under control, Zach went downstairs to answer the phone.
"Grand Funeral..." I didn't even finish the opening sentence.
"It's me." Pochquin, "You come to the sanatorium now." This is an imperative sentence, yes, a command.
"Is something wrong?" Zach said silently.
"I asked you to come if it's okay? Do you think I miss you!" People, why can't we be more direct and talk nicely
It seemed that it was no longer possible, "Please." It wasn't Zach's sudden bad taste, it was Zach who heard the voices of two people in the background, Mrs. Quinn and Andrew. Mrs. Quinn asked Andrew in a seemingly worried tone if he was hurt, to which Andrew replied that he was fine in a sleepy tone.
If Pochi didn't explain what he was looking for, Zach would never walk into a situation where he didn't know whether he was safe.
"You..." Pochi just called him emotionally, and the receiver was transferred. The voice was what Zach was not prepared to hear now, "Husband, you should come." It was Murphy Assamite.
Zach was quiet for a while, "When did you go back to Barton?" he asked without adding any tone.
"31 minutes ago." Uh, so precise, "I got a new mission from the central clan, so I came to the place with the greatest chance of getting the answer. I happened to meet your descendants and your neighbor's son here, and I'm looking for the same answer..."
Interrupted by background sounds, "I'm just here to see Andrew." Mrs. Quinn explained herself.
"Sorry." Murphy actually apologized, "Let me rephrase it." Well, this troublesome woman was indeed back, faster than expected, "Your neighbor is forcing his young son..."
He was interrupted by background sound again, it was Pochi, accompanied by the noise of snatching the microphone, "How are you talking! This is my son, I can make him do anything I want!" After successfully getting the microphone, "Zach! Come here! Don't forget that I have Papa's midnight teleportation witchcraft at home! If this matter is not solved! Prepare yourself to face Papa's midnight visit at any time!" Hang up.
Zach frowned and looked up at the second floor.
"I'm not going~" Louise's voice said, "Brother Gou is really a genius~"
"Forget it~" Frank's voice said, "The sanatorium is Pochquin's real estate, and I'm not ready to step in yet. But come back early, I'm still very curious about the situation of the Asamat clan~"
All right. Zach continued to look up at the second floor, "Louise?" This was asking for permission. After all, everyone knows Murphy.
"I don't care~" is accurate. It's rare for a couple to have such trust.
Zach had no reason to refuse. Hit the road.
car? No. run? No. Walking, yes. It's still the ink-blot kind, so you can't give Pochquin the illusion that he's being threatened, right
And we all know how dirty Zach can get once he gets inked.
The crops after the winter break have begun to sprout~ The down-to-earth farmers have begun to spread their hard work~ The wild flowers and weeds on the roadside have begun to show off~ The cats that occasionally jump in front of them are meowing. Woolen cloth…
Meow~
Zach was afraid that he had not even completed a third of the journey when he was stopped by a black cat.
Meow~
Zach didn't know why his brain was twitching, and he replied to the black cat looking at him, "Meow."
Black Cat Biscuit, "Tsk. Do you really want to give up human language and talk to me in cat language, Toledo."
To 'tsk. 'It's Zach, "Why are you here?"
"Cats are not allowed in hospital wards." Well, what a down-to-earth answer.
"So you came to the fields to chase your own kind?" Zach glanced at the group of wild cats that were retreating.
"Haha, you are so funny." Can cats laugh? No. If you don't know this fact and try to raise a cat, the cat will only have one expression, "I'm looking for my new owner."
Zach frowned, the hidden meaning of these words...
Zach did not give up his usual policy of dealing with Ms. West and ignored her, "Then I wish you good luck." Zach walked around the black cat and prepared to move on.
"I will consider immortal creatures." The black cat did not let Zach's detour succeed. "After all, I don't know how long I will exist in this world." Falling, remember. The non-stop falling in the present, past and future will always and forever pass through the present at this moment. Black cat biscuits will always exist, now.
Zach had no choice but to stop and said, "I've never had a cat."
"Do you think too highly of yourself? Who said I was here to find you?"
Then the destination in this direction should be Frank.
Zach didn't mind, turned around slightly and made a gesture of invitation, "Like my most heartfelt blessing just now, I wish you good luck." Detoured again.
Black Cat Biscuit actually blocked Zach's path again, "Does your gesture allow me to enter Grande? I don't need your permission to go anywhere, vampire."
Zach actually has a lot of patience. Anyway, he didn’t disturb anything. The purpose of walking is to ink, so he simply gave up and said, "My mistake, is there anything else you want to talk about? It just so happens that the weather is nice today." ~"
The black cat also lowered its back and became a sitting position, with its tail curled in front of it. It looked at Zach, "I have it." The black cat's expression... Tsk, just that expression, "I want to go to the inheritor's farm. Visit two inheritors.”
The immortal person Black Cat just mentioned is the inheritor?
Well, although they all have eternal life, the inheritor's eternal life...
Zack didn't even express an opinion. Black Cat asked, "Do you think a vampire's immortality is perfect?"
"Do you want me to evaluate my own race?" Zach looked at the black cat and asked sincerely. I don't understand what kind of guy would question someone's own problems in front of someone. How rude this is.
"I am, you may not know, I watched the Holy Lord create you." What? ! Black Cat didn't give Zach time to react, "I understand what you are better than you yourself. I'm just curious now whether you are aware of it."
"What do you mean?" Zach frowned.
"Don't you understand what it means to be conscious?" The black cat raised its paw and licked it, its mouth full of ash. What else can there be? This is a field. "You are a broken product." The black cat flicked his tongue for a long time and spit out these words.