I won’t go into Grande’s morning routine, everyone should be able to recite it by heart…
Slightly different ones, two. Vertex 23S. Fastest update
one.
Today is Sunday
"Are you going to church??" Frank and Zach asked Bob in surprise.
"What's wrong?" Bob looked like he should be surprised, "Aren't you?"
"Of course we don't." Frank, "What are you going to do? Listen to a demon preaching?"
"Why not~How wonderful~Old times (there were demons in colonial wars)~" Bob actually started to look forward to it~ "Do you think I want to listen to human priests praising the Holy Lord wishfully? Of course it is interesting to listen to the devil's sermons. Ah~ preferably a fallen angel who has been to heaven and hell!" Bob also revealed his destination, Mary's Church.
Frank was stunned for a moment, then turned to Zach, "Oops, I've been convinced, I'm going too, you?"
"I... forget it." Zach waved his hand, "Work."
two.
There is no manuscript in today’s work report, guess? Port of Marsa yesterday. Ms. West was in no mood to 'create'.
Morning, that's all. The morning officially started.
Trisha came, and Louise received her and took her directly to the living area to chat with Bain's wife. So the job that Zach mentioned was not hospitality, but a serious job in the funeral industry. Tsk, Sean didn't come. His body is here, extremely well-behaved in Trisha's overly nervous arms, but Shane himself is not here. As long as everyone understands it, I don’t need to explain it.
Don’t you forget what old Hank said yesterday about the six funerals of out-of-towners? There are three relatives sitting in the reception room waiting for Zach to call. There are not many people, only four of them. Two of them are the partners of two deceased persons, and the other two are the children of one deceased person.
Zach walked out of the reception room, "When you're ready, you can go to the office with me to discuss funeral arrangements."
This is not a call service. Zach is very humane. Those who are ready can go up and talk about their lover's farewell ceremony. Those who are not ready can stay in the reception room and eat Grande's special candies~choose , in the client.
The four of them looked at Zach together, and the youngest woman spoke, "You are not Toredo, you... are much prettier than Toredo." After making such an inexplicable comment, she whispered to her brother, "Well, although I haven't seen Toledo before, I always thought that Toledo's makeup was on his face."
Zach was naturally stunned for a moment. Not long, three seconds, "You mean Eli Tori." He looked at the customer information recorded by Old Hank yesterday in his hand, "Ms. Marvin." Zach suddenly felt like an epiphany to receive guests from the west. The method should be different from what he is familiar with.
"Yes!" Miss Marvin walked towards Zach, looking a little excited for no reason. Her brother tried to stop him, but failed to catch him. Miss Marvin stood in front of Zach, making Zach feel uncomfortable. He looked carefully, "Do you know where he is? Eli Toledo?"
"He's dead." How could Zach answer? He took a step back and maintained a reasonable conversational distance. "And I need to correct you. Eli is not Toledo. The Toledo you think is an impostor." Ke's expression was serious, "I would be offended by such language."
I hope everyone remembers a little bit of Zach Vega's impression of Toledo, which was terrible. A certain pair of humans selling blood told Zach that no one would survive Toledo's party.
"Then you are?" Miss Marvin asked immediately, "Really Toledo?"
"I am."
Miss Marvin had a smile on her face and looked back at her brother, "Ha! I won~ Toledo opened a funeral home in Barton!"
Zach felt a little uncomfortable, and one of the reasons was that he didn't understand what the lady was talking about. Zach was not prepared to understand and tried to get to the point, "Your father's body..."
"Oh!" Miss Marvin looked back at Zach, "We can't afford the cost of keeping the body in the hospital. You should send someone to pick it up as soon as possible. As for the funeral, the cheapest one will be fine. The old man seemed to say yesterday I ordered a few set meals..." He looked back at his brother again, as if asking for help in reminiscing.
Don't judge, this is someone else's business. Zach won't comment.
Zach added without any expression, which was a suggestion, "If there are economic factors to consider, I can transfer you to the Grand branch for cremation."
"No! No cremation!" Miss Marvin turned to Zach again with unusual firmness. The following words are for those who just couldn't help showing their superiority and arbitrarily commenting on other people's families, "My father is a good man. We can't see the earth-bound spirit, and we don't know how long it will take for him to be accepted by his faith." Enter heaven, so don’t be cremated!” He looked back at his brother again, this time looking at the other two family members, “This is the least we can do for them.”
The other three people in the reception room nodded silently.
Zach, Zach feels like his head is getting bigger.
If the purpose of the burial is to give the Earthbinder more time to wait for the trial of their faith, then... the westerners here will be disappointed. The reason for this disappointment? They don't know Barton!
Zach frowned.
Mr. Marvin (brother) saw Zach's frown, "What's wrong? Mr. Toledo, you made a face."
This brother is obviously more polite than his sister. However, Zach was not in the mood to praise anyone right now. He glanced at the four people in the reception room and said, "Can I ask if your deceased family members were believers?"
Miss Marvin didn't seem to understand Zach's question, "What?"
"Believer," Zach repeated, "a true believer in the Holy Lord's faith. Not the kind of ordinary person who just goes to church to kill time."
The four people exchanged some looks with each other, but it was Miss Marvin who was obviously more daring to express her opinion in front of a real vampire, with a puzzled expression, "Define, um, a true believer in the Holy Lord Faith?"
Zach's eyelids blinked and he quickly said, "How do I know how to define it?" Tsk, don't these Westerners know vampires very well? Why would they have the temerity to ask this question about vampires
Miss Marvin didn't seem to feel Zach's inexplicable mood, and spoke seriously, "Father, he prays before eating, does that count?"
Zach tilted his mouth, thought for a moment, and decided to throw the facts directly in front of these people, "I don't think you understand Barton's situation. Let me tell you this, the one who controls the soul of Barton is the devil and the fallen angel. Any human soul that has nothing special about it will go to hell without exception.”
The four customers all opened their mouths and stared. What made Zach vaguely uncomfortable was that there was more despair than surprise in these expressions.
Zach finished his words, "But if the soul is a true believer in the Holy Lord faith, the devil will not touch the soul and will wait for the judgment of the faith, because Barton also has saints and angels. This is the situation of Barton. If you really hope Now is not the time for you to do anything to help your family members go to heaven, unless your family members are true believers and are not the kind of people who only regard 'heaven' as a good place in a normal context. They also have Chance, otherwise, they'd be in hell now. Sorry."
The four customers exchanged glances with each other again. One of them picked up his bag, "My husband is not a believer, I still know this." He looked at Zach sadly, "If it's not too much trouble, could you please Mr. Toledo to help me transfer the funeral to cremation?" …”
Apart from Marvin's brother and sister, another person, "My wife, also..." also nodded sadly towards Zach.
Now! Zach could use the funeral industry reception method he was familiar with, with a touch of regret on his face, "I'm very sorry. You two go to the office with me to complete the procedures first."
I won’t talk about the process. Just a reminder, when sending two sad customers away, "Mr. Grande, call me Mr. Grande. If you still have a chance to contact me." He only said this when he left. Grams didn't want to upset the customer's mood. How he was called Zach was not the point at this moment. The pain of losing a loved one was the point. Zach understood that he was the one who broke through the only illusions of these two customers. The least Zach could do was respect each other's feelings.
The two departing customers were still sad, but also a little surprised. They got into the car that Zach forced Old Hank to arrange and went to the mill.
"You're very...good!" Brother and sister Marvin sat in Zach's office. The one who spoke was naturally the more expressive sister, "I don't want to massacre criminals at all!"
"Hannah!" The elder brother stopped the blundering sister in a slight panic. Very good, we can replace Miss Marvin with her name.
"What's wrong! Did I say anything bad about him?" Hannah glared at her brother, then quickly covered her mouth and looked at Zach carefully, "Oh! Sorry, I used that Eli Toredo again I’m comparing you, right?”
Zach pursed his lips, waved his hands to let it go, and got to the point, "Although I want to comfort you by telling you that those who pray before meals must be true believers in the Holy Lord faith, but I'm sorry, you people in the West District should know best about vampires. Among living things, that part has the least power to decide on the belief in the Holy Lord... "
Zach wasn't done yet. This Hannah has already narrowed her eyes, "It's still very humorous~ right, brother~"
Zach opened his mouth and his face became weird, "This is not humorous. I thought you western humans knew vampires very well."
"Ah~" Hannah looks like someone who just lost her father? No, "This is a fact. Not only vampires, but all things that are not human, we Westerners know more or less about it~" Well, this is probably why the pain of losing his father is offset. Hannah smiled, "I also thought of something, just now~" She looked at her brother, "Maybe father is still in Barton~" and quickly looked at Zach for confirmation, "Right! He may still be there~" In Barton! Maybe waiting for the trial of faith somewhere in Port Marsa or the hospital!"
The elder brother is obviously not as... active as Hannah, which is more in line with the state of a person who has lost a loved one. "Hannah, don't..." he shook his head sadly, "Even if my father is a true believer, he is just an earth-bound spirit now and has the least right to survive." The Earthbinder, any vampire who thought he was in the way would just kill him." He glanced at Zach with a dodgey look, "We're here to delay the burial with a burial, just to comfort ourselves."
We should realize that the last sentence of my brother's words is the truth. But the front one? hehe.
There was no need for Zach to remind the other person again that this was not the West. Hannah finished the job and slapped herself on the head, "Brother! If you don't be smarter, you will never find a girlfriend in your life!"
"Ouch! Hannah!"
Hannah had no intention of comforting her brother's injured heart, but looked at Zach with a smile on his face, which made Zach feel uncomfortable all over. She spoke, "This is Barton~ It's not the hometown where vampires tell us that soul aliens have no meaning to exist~ right~"
No matter how helpless Zach was about the attitude of the siblings towards his father's death, in fact, Zach had to praise his sister. Zach nodded, "Your sister is right, as long as your father is a true believer, he must still exist somewhere in Barton, and no one will hurt him." Zach shook his head, "On the contrary, he still It will be very safe, Barton’s demons and angels, and even some aliens who have nothing to do, will protect him.”
Demons and angels, needless to say. As for the 'alien with nothing to do', this is Zach's guess. I am very confident that it is the kind of superiority created by the Western Sabbat for vampires. We have discussed it a lot. Let's compare it a little. For a moment, the Sabbat in the west has stripped away the sense of superiority of other alien races, right? It's something that Barton's alien race still has. There will always be boring guys who get close to you with bad intentions.
"Really?!" My brother started to get excited, and while rubbing his red forehead, he suddenly lost his composure and threw it in front of Zach's face.
Invading private space should be a family tradition. Zach blocked his brother's face slightly and said, "Really." He added, "Only if your father is a believer." He meant don't get too excited.
"Can we confirm?" Hannah pressed her brother's button and walked up to Zach with a smile on her face, "Mr. Grand~" Xin Xue.
Zach curled up his lips and said, "Okay. I can call and ask."
"Please~~~" Hannah looked at Zach expectantly. Of course, with a smile on her face, she added, "Mr. Grand~"
Zach kept the curve of his mouth, picked up the phone, and started dialing.
"Look~" Hannah, who had succeeded, faced her somewhat dazed brother again, "He is a good 'person'~"
Zach ignored it. The call was originally intended to be called Mary Church, but he dialed the number again and called Sissi. reason? Zach doesn't want to be inexplicably involved in the Fallen Angel Tea's question about Jessica in the middle, right? This is something Zach doesn't want to talk about (leave it to Mokavi), and at the top, Zach doesn't want Tea to talk about Frank and Bob.
So, just call Sissy. Anyway, if there are souls of believers in Barton, she will definitely know. Replying to the brother and sister using Angel Fang's words is more in line with the brother and sister's expectations, isn't it
Zach is a good guy ~ Hannah said.
"Yes, Mr. Marvin, he is in the hospital, next to the body." Camille said on the receiver, "His children? Haha, he will be very happy."