Two-thirds of the day had passed and it was approaching dusk. Zach put down the phone, shook his head without knowing what he was thinking, left the office, and went straight to the basement. Vertex 23S. Fastest update
Frank is selecting the blood that will be used to entertain the Zimishi ancestors. Believe me, this is a difficult job for him. Frank can't try it... Well, it's not that he can't, but the result of his test is that every kind of blood that Grandry reserves is garbage!
Frank and Zach both felt that it would be rude to directly use the blood of domestic animals to receive the ancestor of the Zmich family without Lesembula's excess blood analysis ability.
"It's Craig, they will be here in about 20 minutes." Zach glanced at the blood bottle in Frank's hand and frowned, "Are you sure? Treat him with Mokavi's cocktail blood?"
Frank twitched his lips, put down the bottle of wine in his hand, and picked up another one, "This one?"
The blood in Frank's hand was the blood that Siris brought on the third day of his leave. This is human blood... Tsk, let's just say it, this is the blood of a woman after menopause. The characteristic is that this is the blood of a human being who will never have any descendants. Like the blood of terminally ill patients, there is a market for it among certain vampire groups. Don't judge, we are humans and we don't care what other creatures like to eat.
Zach's face wrinkled, "I have nothing in common with the ancestor of the Zimixi clan. Isn't he so good at talking like this?"
"No, I just think this fits the situation more." Frank didn't look very sure, "Obviously I will talk to him about future generations, my Lesembula, his Zmich." Frank raised his hand blood bottle, "This can easily start a conversation."
Zach didn't pick it quickly, "Let's take this one."
"Okay." Frank decided, "20 minutes?" He took the blood bottle and went upstairs with Zach.
Zach nodded, it happened to be Grande's dinner time. It's not actually a perfect time, James and Alice will be at the dinner table.
"Oh, by the way, does he have the legal status to move freely in Barton?"
"Yes." Zach was reminded, "His current identity is Bob..."
After everything was said, Frank frowned, "Bob? He's not Bob at all."
Zach curled his lips, "Are you very Frank?"
"It makes sense." Frank waved his hand and glanced at Zach, "I guess this is the reality that we, who have slept for four centuries, must accept." He shook his head slightly, meaning, "We don't even have our own I can't even keep my name. Hum, I can only use 'Frank' and 'Bob' in aggrieved manner."
Zach stayed quiet. Because Zach was also Zach four centuries ago. The last name will change according to the human identity, but the first name will always be Zach. Oh, Zachary.
"Last name?" Frank asked next.
"Winston," Zach answered.
Frank frowned as if instinctively, glanced at Zach, and sighed, looking like he had difficulty speaking.
"What's wrong?" Zach asked, cooperating with Frank.
Already on the ground, on the back porch, with the setting sun of dusk in the west, "Do you know how I realized that my son, Root, was only going to use me as a tool?"
"How did you realize that?" Zach cooperated again.
"'Gilberg'." Frank said his last name, "It's not 'Lesembra'." Frank was looking at the setting sun. "This is my confirmation that I am not a Sabbat in the society created in the west. The reason why he was awakened as a member of the Lesembra family, the absolute ruling class."
Zach's mouth opened slightly, then closed.
I don’t know how everyone understands Frank. He says and does a lot of things that will make his son sad. His character, loyalty, and even his ways in the world are questionable. If we don't investigate those mental processes, he seems to be a bad person who only wants to take away the fruits of his son's labor and rule the world after waking up...not to say, a bad person.
But this evil, we now know, was not started by Frank. It was Root who started it! Root, as a son of man, spent four centuries creating a society that respected 'Lesembra'. After awakening his father, he actually gave his father a 'Gilburg'? What the hell!
"Winston." Frank changed his mood, with a smile on his face, "Not bad." The person we were talking about now was not Frank, but the surname of the Zmich family. "It fits the character of Craig. The expectations arranged by my father~" Frank looked at Zach and smiled, "Haha, start over."
Zach smiled in return.
What a son expects from his father, this is something Zach can never get back. Zach could only gain some feeling from what Craig did to Winston now, and what Root did to Frank now in front of him.
Slightly sentimental…
"We should also rename our last name, Toledo-Asamat, it's too long to write."
Zach's emotions were completely interrupted. He turned his head wordlessly and looked at Murphy, who had been sitting on the back porch all day. "I don't think our last name can be renamed."
"Why not." Murphy's tone was unquestioning, but we understand that this is her way of seeking knowledge.
Frank raised his hand to block Zach's opening, "I'll do this~" He smiled, "I learned a lot of information during this period~" looked at Murphy, "The combined surnames of human marriages are given to humans by human laws. Rights. Human beings created society, society created laws, and laws gave humans rights. Human beings created their own rights. And we vampires~" Frank spread his hands, "We were created by the Holy Lord, and the Holy Lord created our surnames and Empowerment, us? Nothing."
Murphy was quiet for a while and nodded, "I understand. Vampires have no right to change their surnames, because the essence of who we are and what our surnames are has nothing to do with us, so we have no right to change. All we have is what the Holy Lord has given us. Yes, our right is just to have it.”
"That's right~" Frank said a few words to Zach, "He is worthy of being an Assamite."
Zach just shrugged, not wanting to comment.
"Then we can accept showing that our surname is Toledo. As long as we know that we are Assamat, it is enough." Murphy looked at Zach, "The vampire's surname has no meaning to society, Assamat. Te can be like a human's middle name, it only has meaning when it is born, and it doesn't matter whether it appears in front of others or not."
Zach had to speak, "I have not fully agreed to merge with Assamat."
It was Zach's choice of words.
"Then how much do you agree?" he asked.
Zach helplessly glanced at Frank, who was already smiling, and said, "Seventy percent." Of these seventy percent, 40% were Assamite's secret population, and 40% were the human dependents of the Assamite clan. Everyone's arithmetic was correct. The 10% deduction was because Zak couldn't figure it out at all. The Assamite clan's ancestor had indeed deceived everyone and experienced the history of the Federation soberly, right
"That's enough." Murphy stood up, with the corners of his mouth moving upwards with difficulty, a smile, "I have a date. When you come back later, you can catch up on the process of hosting the ancestor of the Tsimixi family. We are in the middle of the country. The clan may want to obtain information in this regard..."
Zach doesn't care what the Assamaite clan in the middle wants to know. Zach cares about "date? With whom."
Murphy's smile that he struggled to maintain collapsed a little bit, "I can't tell you."
"No?" Zach frowned. Hey, No... I won't repeat what happened a few days ago, just everyone understands, "Don't try to lie." A crisis of trust is not a good thing, and Zach may reduce his level of agreement by a few percent.
Murphy simply said, "I won't lie." He turned around and walked away.
Zach was about to give chase, but was pulled back by Frank, "She said 'date', are you sure you are suitable to stop her?"
Not suitable, not suitable in every sense of the word.
Zach frowned and looked at the time, "Fifteen minutes." He sat on the back porch. wait.
Let’s skip the boring waiting.
At Grande's table, both host and guest sat down.
Humans have begun to process their own food. Unlike James who was eating with his head down, the two girls were chatting about gossip and were so selfless that they did not give any attention to the vampires on the table.
Louise, for her part, was looking at Craig, or more specifically, Craig's forehead. Zach's father's eyes are hidden there, remember.
Forget about the politeness of the first meeting, the real conversation has begun. There is one thing that needs to be explained. Zach is the ancestor of the Toledo family and has the first name of Frank and Zach, so everyone uses his first name as a title.
The real topic begins when Bob Winston drinks the food Frank picked and looks satisfied. As Frank intended, "Can you taste anything special?"
"No~" Bob apologized, "I am probably the most insensitive to blood among the thirteen clans~ Haha, after all, I have put too many things in my body~"
"It's the blood of a woman who has lost the ability to bear children." Of course Frank was happy to introduce it.
"Oh." Bob looked at his cup, "What a shame."
"Do you like offspring?" How smooth~
"Of course~" Bob looked at Craig, "I heard that my descendants are really fighting and killing each other for some inexplicable things~" He smiled and narrowed his eyes, "I can't even sleep~"
"Hehehe." Frank smiled and clapped his hands, "You are still so funny~"
Bob reached out and rubbed Craig's head. This is comfort.
don't know
Your own offspring are killing each other and you can't sleep? Let’s not mention the concept of a vampire sleeping. Hey, everyone, please be serious. Why did the ancestors go to sleep four centuries ago? It's because they feel that their descendants will kill each other after splitting. Who are they going to do to preserve the ancestral bloodline, themselves! ! During this sleep, except for the insane Mokavi who woke up in the middle of the night and the ruthless Assamat who had been engaged in a small conspiracy, everyone slept like this for four centuries!
Do you think this is humorous
Zach was actually a little afraid that the topic would drift to some strange place. After all, there was a girl at the table, and James, who seemed to be still busy with the food. Who knew if James would commit suicide at some point? .
Zach got to the point a bit, "The Civil War of Sabbat Zmich..."
Before Zach finished speaking, Frank patted Zach on the shoulder and said to Bob, "Do you want to see it? The future descendants of Toledo filmed the process." Frank actually fulfilled his promise to the dog now Brother's promise, "My son, Root, wants to destroy the evidence and prevent you from seeing it. Do you want to see it?" Frank still glanced at Louise.
Louise withdrew from her focus on Craig's head, "It's on the second floor. Almost fifty hours of video recording the battle between the two generations of Zmich, as well as interviews about the impact of the battle on human beings." .”
"Video tape?" Bob looked at Craig doubtfully.
"It's something invented by humans that can record scenes. It's a product that allows people who are not at the scene to see the process of the incident." Craig also looked curious and looked at Louise, "It really captured the scene of our brothers fighting. Picture?"
"Of course not." Louise's answer was straightforward, "All the battle scenes are supernatural scenes. No one appears, but you can see the damage caused by the battle."
"Oh." Craig responded, looking back at his father Bob, "You should take a look, at least it will help you understand what weapons are used in the Sabbat Zmich's battle."
Bob still looked confused, "Four centuries, Mother Nature..." 'Mother Nature'? ? Forget it, don’t judge, “Did you create any interesting creatures?”
Remember what we have seen before, what weapons were used by the Northern Kingdom's Zmich to attack Zach, including the Zmich sent by the Sabbat to Barton, and later Lu. The weapons they used were organs from other creatures. Then he recalled what Roizmich used to attack Zach during the Sabbat.
Craig wanted Bob to realize that what Sabbat Zmich is using today is "no, it's something made by humans. Guns, explosives, chemicals... things that are fancy, but not practical at all." Craig actually Such an evaluation of modern weapons is true, judging from the damage done to aliens.
Bob's mouth curved, "Then I guess I have to take a look~"
Zach was quite surprised by this process. Did this change the topic?
Well, of course Zach won't complain. It's great to be able to avoid the gossiping Indian girl and the disturbingly quiet Detective Barton.
Frank was already very familiar with Grande, and he and Bob obviously had more connections, so Frank led the way, and Louise followed quickly. Zach, a guy who is slow to embrace electronics but slow in talent, hangs at the end.
Before Zach could get out of the dining table, a hand grabbed the hem of Zach's clothes.
Zach turned around, and Maya and Alice looked at Zach. They were still gossiping, and their tone and speed did not slow down at all.
Zach frowned and gave an expression that said something was wrong.
Maya and Alice's gossip continues, but it's Maya's fork that marks death on the plate.
Someone's death was witnessed by two girls.
'who? 'Zach mouthed the question.
"Aren't you coming?" Frank urged.
Tsk. Who could it be? There are only two new faces in Grandry.
Maya's fork was moving quickly, tsk, what a good food, it was messed up.
'your dad'.
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