In the kitchen of the Grand House, Louise was fiddling with the counter. Because Laura's schedule was ahead of schedule, and Louise had promised to deliver soup to the nuns at Holy Child Church, she stayed in Grande to accompany Zach.
"Is the nun okay?" Although Zach didn't need lunch, Grande also had Old Hank and the Great Dane. Neither of them were big eaters, so he also helped in the kitchen and chatted casually.
"Fortunately, I may have been a little tired recently. I just need to rest for a few days." Louise blinked, as if she was not sure of her content, "Is that so?"
Zack smiled and put the peeled potatoes on the counter, picked up another one and continued, "I hope so, Crowley won't be so eager."
Louise stirred the spoon in her hand, and she was a little curious about the name that suddenly appeared in the Grand House, "Crowley, um. What kind of... um, person is she?"
Zach seemed to be interested. He placed the potato in front of his eyes. He squinted and stared at a black spot that was suddenly concave on the skin of the potato. He held a knife and started to 'carve' it carefully, "This is what we want to find out too." .”
"Are we not going to disturb each other now?" Louise cleverly avoided the uncertain question and asked something really related to Grande.
Zach nodded, "Yes." A dark piece of potato that did not match the color of the skin was gouged out, but the vampire's superb 'skills' did not hurt the potato. Zach smiled with satisfaction, "The time is still too short. Neither of us understands each other, plus the coexistence agreement. We are not ready yet how to 'deal' with each other."
Louise raised her head and glanced at Zach, her pursed lips slightly curved, with an ambiguous look in her eyes, "So now is your honeymoon period."
Zach put down the perfect potatoes, looked at the woman who had been given the right to choose, smiled and shook his head, "You can do this."
There was a trace of ambiguity and resentment in Louise's eyes, "I'm angry."
Zach looked at Louise with a smile in his eyes, "You were the one who wanted to use this metaphor."
Louise tilted her head, still maintaining her expression and saying nothing. There was a glint in Zach's averted gaze. Most of this light was filled with admiration for Louise.
One night after the two met, Zach admitted that he was a fan of Louise, and he still is. This beautiful woman is always able to maintain her balance on the tightrope on the cliff.
She was human, a human with nothing special about her life in Grande. When she was 'inquiring' about the affairs of the aliens in Grande, you heard that it was indeed 'not allowed to have an affair with other women!' ' Such information.
The remaining half is Zach's waning patience. Because of the ill-conceived 'coexistence agreement', they had to live this honeymoon that no one wanted. Before Crowley found the container, the best time to suppress the demon was about to pass.
Zach has nothing to do about this. He needs an event, or both parties need an event, as the honeymoon ends and the 'emotions' between the two parties move to the next stage.
After lunch, Louise took the packed soup to the Holy Child Church in the west. She planned to stay there through noon, and then go to the cemetery to meet Zach with the priest who presided over the burial ceremony, so as not to run both ways.
The craze for moving tombs has begun to subside, especially during the period when the church is closed for maintenance. The schedule is tight. The Grand House can hold four ceremonies a day, and more people have changed repeatedly because of this matter. , lost patience and chose cremation.
Mrs. Quinn's time was very accurate, and she just caught the tail end of the craze. Although the reporters were very excited, if you have read in the newspaper for almost two weeks in a row, "So-and-so moved the tomb of so-and-so to so-and-so" Somewhere' such news. When I see Mrs. Quinn's grave together, I just think, 'Oh, Mrs. Quinn did the same thing. '
According to the 'Grand Schedule' that Louise has mastered, this afternoon's funeral ceremony is the last one. According to the normal business level of the Grand House, it is estimated that life from now on will be like taking a holiday every day.
The phone rang. It was the phone on Louise's desk. Zach sat down in the living room and in front of Louise's desk with a wine glass in his hand. Louise placed a potted plant beside the table, which actually created an independent space surrounded by the environment. Zach was in a good mood, and the idea of actually preparing an office for Louise one day crossed his mind.
Zach answered the phone.
"Hey! Grande! Do you have time!"
Zach recognized the voice of this man in his fifties and smiled.
"Warden Vincent, I always have time for you."
"Haha! Grande, you have been very good recently! I wonder if you are still interested in working with poor partners like us again!"
"Of course." Zach took a sip of his wine. More than two months ago, this was one of Zach's only two stable customers - the prison.
"What a great relief!" came the relieved voice from the receiver, "Now we can continue to save a lot of money! We have improved the food for the prisoners!"
Zach's eyes narrowed, how much money could be saved from a minimum-standard funeral! As for food, haha. But Zach just felt that this guy's unabashed greed was straightforward enough, which was a good thing for the previous Grand House.
Because the funeral industry at that time was owned by the city government, the Grand House was effectively a seclusion! They needed a stable partner on the surface, and the warden's directness made Grande, who actually relied on city hall grants to survive, very fond of it. Grande was not interested in the money he paid, all he needed was his name. That’s all.
"Warden, you don't need to call yourself, just call someone." Zach smiled and did not continue with the ridiculous explanation.
"How can this be done!" The other party's voice rose, "You have changed your phone number, but I haven't called you yet! I must call you again! Warm yourself up!"
Zach smiled and shook his head. If he hadn't known the truth, he would have been completely confused by the other person's words and thought he was a bold and unrestrained person. We all know that it is easiest for people to pretend to be the opposite of themselves.
"Warden, is it still the same as before? Just tell us the time and we can delay it ourselves?"
"Ah! It's not this!" The other party's background voice was a bit messy, and there seemed to be the sound of documents being flipped. "Uh, this is it, don't rush me!"
Zach was speechless, who urged him.
"That's right. The documents from the city government suddenly came out this morning. It was because of the privatization of funerals. We were asked to identify a stable cooperative funeral home and sign it in the form of a contract! I thought of you right away!"
Zach's lips leaned against the transparent cup wall, and the other party actually wanted to save a lot of money this time.
"You've already agreed! You can't go back on your word!" came a voice from the receiver.
Zach raised his eyebrows, "Of course not. Does the warden need a meeting, or do we meet to discuss this in detail?"
"It's too much trouble. I'll send you the contract. Just sign it and send it back!" said the receiver.
"Okay." Zach didn't care. Just like the cooperation between the mill and the Barton South District Police Department, he also didn't pay attention to the content of the contract.
Although the contract targets the police station and prison, in fact, the real sponsors are the city government, which are all agencies under the jurisdiction of the Barton city government. Most of the contents in the contract were confirmed by Anthony. So Zach really doesn't need to care about anything, he just needs to call Anthony to confirm the matter.
After hanging up the phone, Zach returned to the office and called Anthony.
"Anthony." The voice on the receiver still had the sound of chewing food. Zach was calling Anthony's private line. No one who knew this number would make any comments about the mayor's behavior while answering the phone and eating.
"It's me, Anthony." Zach didn't say much. His conversations with Anthony were usually very direct. "I received a call from the warden of Barton Prison and cooperated with the funeral home. Is this happening?"
"Yes." Anthony gave a vague greeting, then chewed and swallowed quickly, "This is just an idea. I want you to master those souls that will definitely go to hell, and then use..."
Before Anthony finished, Zach raised his eyebrows, "Oh--" he said in a long voice. The vampire really didn't expect this. Compared with the sudden increase in work recently, the prison's business volume is really low.
"Oh, Anthony! What would I do without you." Not long ago, Zach wanted to take the relationship between Grande and Crowley to the next stage, but now this advancement event has been in Grande's hands.
"Well, don't be too happy too soon." Anthony heard that Zach had thought of it, and he obviously relaxed a little. The sound of eating came again from the receiver, "You still have a lot of things to do, don't go to Vincent's Guys causing trouble.”
"Well, no." Zach smiled and nodded. It seemed that he still wanted to visit Vincent.
"There's one more thing." Anthony's voice was a little confused, leaving a strange pause, and the sound of crunchy vegetables being chewed reached Zach's ears. At this time, Zach still had time to think, 'Anthony finally started to pay attention to his physical health, which is good.'
"Yesterday, Crowley came." Anthony organized his words. "No progress was made, but when she was leaving, something happened. One of her men died."
"Oh." Zach smiled, "James is finally useful."
"You didn't understand." Anthony remembered something funny, and with a smile in his voice, he repeated what Crowley said to him to Zach, "Dead, the real kind of death where the soul disappears. "
Zach frowned, "Dead? How? By whom?"
After three consecutive questions, Anthony confirmed that it was not Zach who did it. Before hanging up the phone, "How do I know? It's always your heart. Killing demons is no longer something that any character can do."