Zach didn't see Anthony at all. At this moment, it was impossible for a civilian to see the city's administrator. Vertex 23S. The fastest update, let alone the mayor, Zach didn’t even see Blake.
So he did the right thing and went directly to Anthony's house and left a note. Phone message? Did Anthony forget about Zach’s phone message
'... We cannot allow Barton to be homogenized by the Sabbat... '
Zach's note is a bit long and is entirely written in the form of an argumentative essay, so I won't copy it out completely. I'll just cut out a few paragraphs so that everyone can get a feel for it.
'...The way the Sabbat manages humans and aliens will completely destroy Barton's balance... '
Argumentative essay, total score, you know it, primary school composition.
'... The edible blood trade of vampires can be accepted in Barton because, first of all, it is controlled by Benjamin, and secondly, food is the basis of vampires' survival... Barton's social tolerance is reflected in the basic survival support for different species, demons, wizards, vampires , scattered... '
'... But humans buying vampire blood, and vampires' food needs, are two different concepts... Once human society succumbs to the vampires who 'cure' all, Barton, all the aliens living in human society, will follow, and we can't let that happen. The Sabbat opens this opening... '
After wasting countless sticky notes from Anthony.
"... My suggestion is to first allow Hamilton to make an exception this time to 'take care' of the Westerners. If I am not wrong, they are already doing it and we cannot stop it. But after that, we must make strong demands. The impact of the aftermath of the Sabbat on the citizens of Barton... give me a call when you have time."
So, basically, Zach wrote a piece of nonsense that, like a real grade school essay, said almost universal truth in his long-winded way, but ended up requiring a detailed phone call.
After leaving these notes, Zach did not continue to stay at Anthony's house and returned directly to the South District.
There are two reasons. First, acting is a waste of energy. In this drama where all three parties, Zach, Frank, and Hamilton, are working hard to perform, no one has the sense of accomplishment of successfully performing. Is not it.
Two, Zach is looking for Benjamin.
Speaking of which, it was the fishman Moorman who reminded Zach that Benjamin put down the sanctions on the Kraken because of the work of the Ancestors Office. Zach, give Benjamin a new job.
"What... situation." Zach confirmed that he was on the right track. The only home in front of the woods that separated the two cities of Newton and Barton was on the southern border of Barton South District. The Sires family was also the ancestors' office. 's headquarters. It is now a land where building materials are piled. The old house where Sires and Brielle once lived has disappeared.
"The situation is that the construction team didn't come!" No. 2 (the descendant of the 'General', Tam's follower, the guy who loves to call Zach's grandfather) jumped out of a pile of randomly placed building materials and asked Zach with some anger. Ke explained, "Today we were supposed to lay the foundation for the store, but now it's already more than half way through today, and not a single worker has come!"
Zach ignored Number 2. Once he came face to face with him, this guy would probably come over and call Zach Grandfather. Zach didn't want to acknowledge the kiss.
Walking into the piled building materials, he saw several temporary tents used for living. Zach walked directly to one of them, and Mokawi was inside.
"Can I come in?" Etiquette must be followed.
"Come in~"
Zach came in and Mokavi was lying on a giant mattress watching TV. The screen was no longer Marsa Port, which was forcibly inserted by Barton's local radio station, but the normal program was playing.
What made Zach a little speechless was that what Mokawi was watching was actually the Republic channel. You might think that Molkavy and Louise have the same preferences, which is a good thing because Zach can at least find a topic to talk about with Molkavy.
But everyone is wrong. Please think about it the other way around. Louise and Mokawei have the same preferences... Zach began to worry about Louise's mental state.
"This is a comedy show~" Mokawei started, pointing at the two giggling people on the screen.
The corner of Zach's mouth twitched, "Do you understand Republican language?" Zach immediately thought of Maitreya, who was already a member of the Ancestors Office. He breathed a sigh of relief, Louise and Mokavi had different preferences.
Take this breath and go back again
"No~" Mokawi shook his head with a smile, the kind with fast frequency and small amplitude, "But I can understand 'hahahahaha'~"
Zach began to worry about his mental state.
Forcibly adjusting his emotions, "When will Benjamin come back?"
"I don't know~" Mokawi seemed to have remembered something, "Oh~ if he comes back, remember to remind him to change the mattress. This mattress..." Mokawi twisted his body on the mattress for a while, squeaking and squeaking. Without finishing, he smiled at Zach and let Zach experience it for himself.
Zach didn't want to understand, and he had no idea where Mokawi's logic came from. Zach was a guest here, and Zach couldn't remind Benjamin to change anything. Continuing to forcefully adjust his mood, "I have a job for Benjamin..." Zach paused, "No, to be precise, I have a job to transfer to Benjamin, from the fallen angel Jessica."
This is reality. The aftermath of the Massa Port disaster has just begun, and some people are already looking ahead. Life goes on.
Mokawi had a look of surprise on his face, "Jessica?"
"Well." Zach decided to finish speaking as quickly as possible so that he could leave here. "There is a secret trading of Alpha blood in the middle of the country for use by werewolves without Alpha to gain combat effectiveness. Neither the Fallen Angel nor I can intervene in this situation. A trade limited to werewolves, but one that Benjamin could easily enter into, and the Fallen Angel needs help saving her companions."
Mokawi had a shocked expression, "Alfa blood deal?"
"Werewolf deal." Zach repeated this key point, because he was afraid that Mokawei would think wrong.
Mokavi didn't think wrong and was very upright, "Benjamin will become a hot commodity~"
Zach didn't want to comment and focused on his own topic, "The Ancestors Office already has channels for vampire food to use blood in the central part of the country. I believe that as long as Benjamin releases the news that his own blood will be sold, there will be werewolves. Take the initiative to introduce Benjamin to join the trading circle.”
Mokawi was also surprisingly focused, "Yes~ Barton Alpha's reputation is quite big~"
"This is the job." Zach finished, "When Benjamin comes back, just contact Mary Church directly. More details should be explained over tea." You can prepare to say goodbye, "Goodbye." Directly.
"Wait a minute~" Mokavi got off the bed and rushed out of the tent in front of Zach, "No. 2~ Come here with a contract~"
Zach wanted to leave the tent as soon as possible and complete the 'goodbye'. But Mokavi blocked the door, and Zach had no chance.
Number 2 acted very quickly, and quickly brought the document and pen to Mokavi. Mokavi signed something on the document with a swipe, then turned around and handed the document to Zach, "Sign." Let’s make a contract~”
Zach was stunned for a moment, "Contract?" He raised his hand and glanced at the contract "Author's Letter of Zumen Firm" in his hand. There are several underlines in the densely packed small characters that represent fill-in-the-blanks.
The blank at the bottom, 'Party B:', was filled in, and it was filled with Mokavi.
Zach frowned and read out: "Article 3, Party A shall not revoke the commission in any form..." Looking at Mokawi, Mokawi smiled, "Article 9, Party A shall not revoke the commission in any form..." The form questions Party B’s judgment on whether the entrustment has been completed..." Looking at Mokawei, it was a matter of course, "Article 13, Party A shall not repeat in any form an entrustment that Party B has voluntarily revoked... "
Zach put down the contract, "Who made this contract??" It's too ridiculous. This kind of unilateral power contract cannot be legally binding... Well, Zumen Firm itself has no legality. . Gee, no matter which direction you look at it, this contract is ridiculous!
"I~"
Zach picked up the contract again, skipped the remaining clauses, and looked at the blank space where signatures were required. "It's not that I don't want to sign, it's just that I just said that this is a commission from the fallen angel Jessica, and I'm just a middleman." Just a messenger."
"But I've already signed it~" Mokavi let Zach get closer uncomfortably and pointed to her own signature, "If you also sign it~ it means that our ancestors firm has accepted this job~"
Zach frowned.
Mokavi said the key point, "Benjamin~ Haha, he's back~ Maybe he won't answer the call~"
The reason why Zach emphasizes his position as the messenger is because Benjamin is naive and refuses to accept the job given by Zach... Of course, Zach knows that Benjamin will not care about Jessica's life or death, but he must fight against him before complying with Zach's plan. A rant against Zach.
If you sign now, you won't have to bear Benjamin's criticism. This temptation is still somewhat attractive to Zach.
Zach looked thoughtfully at Mokavi, who had a kind and encouraging face, and then looked at the colon behind Party A, "Tsk. I only have one question, why is there such a contract?"
"A contract is a kind of constraint, right~" Mokawi tilted his head, "I know everyone thinks that I am an uncontrollable vampire ancestor." He put on a sad look strangely, "Powerful~ but also uncontrollable. Control~" Feeling this wonderful, "Everyone thinks I'm a dangerous guy, right~" So, with a happy face, "I specially made this contract that binds me, so that everyone knows that I~ actually comply with the rules. ~”
No matter how good Zach's expression control ability is, he can't stop every muscle in his face from trying to twitch.
Binding. Mokavi says binding contract on himself...
"Where is the thing that restrains you?" Zach couldn't help it. "What I see is that after paying the money, the client as Party A has no power over the entrustment. On the contrary, as Party B, you have everything..."
"Is there any problem~" Mokawei interrupted Zach as a matter of course, "If Party A has power in the matter that needs to be entrusted, haha, even if it has a little bit of power~ it still needs to entrust our ancestors firm to do it Do it for him~ Party A does not have any power, which is consistent with the fact of the entrustment~"
Okay, that makes sense...
Zach actually had nothing to say. Sure enough, the way a madman looks at the world is poisonous.
Zach raised his pen and signed 'Zachary Wood...'
"No, no, no~" Mokavi held down Zach's pen which was about to complete the 'square', with a kind face, "Torredo~ Zachary Toredo~"
Zach opened his mouth, paused, and then asked, "Why."
"Because this is something Toledo needs me, Mokawi, to do for him, rather than some cheap son of an old man who died a few years ago~" Mokawi smiled very kindly, "The difference is huge~ I don’t want to be vague~”
Zach pen has been slow to start writing, giving up all room for maneuver? No! The annihilation of the Toledo clan has been a profound lesson. Zach will never, ever, make the same mistake again!
Congratulations to Mokawe, for once again stepping on Zach's bottom line.
The atmosphere in the tent was a little...
"Are you okay in there?" Number 2 outside sounded worried.
"Very good~" Mokavi replied, "Your grandfather is just too accustomed to helping others with all his strength, and now he has to accept help from others, which is a bit unaccustomed~"
Zach looked at Mokavi.
Mokavi remained kind, "You have helped the Mokavi clan live in safety and superiority in the Secret Alliance for three centuries~ Now~ let go of your pride and accept my late help with all your heart. Isn't it difficult~~"
Zach's face twitched, 'Toledo'. After finishing writing like the wind, the contract was returned to Mokawi, and he turned around and prepared to leave.
"This is my restraint~" Mokawi spoke to the back of Zach's head.
"I used to see myself in everyone~" Don't you forget, the reason why all Thirteen Clan Poker are female bodies, and Mokawi's interpretation of artistic creation. What I see in everything is myself. "Now, I'm trying not to be so self-centered ~ trying to see other people in my eyes ~"
Zach turned around, did he understand what Mokavi said? not at all. Zach gave an expression of 'It doesn't matter if you don't explain to me, I just turn around because I'm polite'.
Mokavi explained, "The definition of delegation is to do things for others, right~"
right.
"Less Mokawi~" Mokawi's face was kind, "more others~"
Zach pursed his lips, nodded, and left. Back to Grande, using the inked walk. No deep reason, just wanted to take a walk.
Leave Zach inked and let's go see something fun.
At the Southern District Hospital, Nenad is responsible for the rights of Westerners to buy blood. Those injured who cannot be accommodated in the North District and West District hospitals are here.
I won’t talk about the same parts as Hamilton.
"Wait a minute! I have a friend I met while traveling. She is not here. I think she is having surgery at a hospital in the North District! I want to buy blood for two people!" A direct consumer, the favorite of merchants~
"Okay." Nenad shrugged, tore up the half-written check, re-wrote the number on the new check, then gave the other party a look, then folded the check and paid it...
"Wait! Wait!!" This guy almost jumped off the hospital bed, "How many zeros did you write?!!"
Nenad's movements did not stop and he was already rolling up his sleeves. "Is there any problem?"
"Yes! Yes!!" The other party was very excited, "I'm not blind! You wrote several extra zeros!!"
"I don't."
"You do!! At least the price you wrote is Zmich's price!!"
Nenad said with a smile, "Huh, Zmich? How long have you not been back to the west?" He shook his head, and his finger was already on his arm, about to prick it.
"Stop! You are scamming me! You want to bankrupt me!!"
Nenad stopped and looked at the injured man again. Do you know why it was Nenad who wrote the check? Because the other person had no hands. Poor guy, "I didn't cheat. This is the price in Cappadocia now. Plus It’s the cost of going up here to the federal eastern city. So, what do you want, your hands, or not going bankrupt?”
"me… "
Nenad is very patient. The effect of Breath of Death is continuous, so he is not in a hurry.
"I... I... I can't live without money!!"
"Really?" Nenad put down his sleeves and returned the check. "What a pity." He left.
Sorry, it doesn't seem like anything interesting.