When leaving, it was still the familiar prison guard with a huge ass who led the way, "How do you feel about the warden?" The baton attached to his waist stood ridiculously sideways. If he didn't hold it down at all times, he would Will scratch the cold walls.
Zach tilted his head and gave his own hint with a smile, "During this period, if you have any questions, it's best not to disturb Mr. Warden."
The prison guard curled his lips and snorted softly in response.
"How are you doing?" Zach didn't like the feeling of prison. He was trying to distract himself.
"What can I do? It's the same as before." The other party didn't even look back.
"I heard there are two death row prisoners in the black room?" Zach asked in a gossipy tone.
"One." Although the prison guard always looked cold, he still answered Zach's questions. For him, this is a relatively normal interaction in life. "Huh, are you like others? Are you interested in death row prisoners?"
Zach smiled, "There's always curiosity. You only have one?"
"One of them attacked citizens at the end of the trial and was killed on the spot." The prison guard didn't care. "The other one will be released soon."
"Put it back?" Zach asked. Normal curiosity should be 'did it? ', but our vampire knows exactly what happened, no need to be curious.
"If you leave people in the black room for a long time in the summer, something will happen." The prison guard shook his head impatiently. "If the person hangs in the black room, the warden will be in trouble again. So we have to release him, spend a summer, and then execute him."
Head Zach, he was not surprised that this man would directly judge the warden's affairs. In fact, looking at his appearance, you can tell that compared to the profession of a prison guard, he looks more like a guy who delivers packages behind the take-out window of a fast food restaurant! Zach, who was already familiar with each other, knew his job, rarely had contact with the prisoners, and fell into the miscellaneous category.
"Will there be a public execution at that time?" Zach continued to be curious.
The prison guard finally glanced at Zach as he turned around in the corridor and rolled his eyes, "The tickets have been snatched up by reporters. If you are willing to stand and watch, you can come as you like."
Zach smiled knowingly, the death penalty is still a very heavy matter.
After leaving the building, Zach raised his arms. The sunshine was so good that it made him want to sleep, but he couldn't replenish food before returning to the truck. This is a prison and certain things cannot be brought in.
Zach and the prison guard who turned around said goodbye and walked back to the truck. As if by coincidence, a man wearing a black shirt and straight trousers was also walking out of the side of the prison.
Zach looked at the buildings in the distance. Among the facilities made of stone walls and wires, there was a round building with a black cross standing in the air. Father Constantine saw Zach and smiled, and the two of them walked to the parking lot.
"Is Mr. Grand here to visit someone?" There was a trace of sweat on Constantine's forehead, sliding down his ears through his neat gray head. he asked with some confusion.
"No, I don't know the people inside." Zach smiled and shook his head, and walked to the shade in a considerate manner, "I was discussing with the warden about cooperation with the funeral home."
Constantine's head was clear and he made the sign of the cross on his chest. The neighbor of the Church of the Holy Child, the Grande Funeral Home, had a great performance this year. Of course, casually, Holy Child Church also enjoyed the benefits.
Today is Sunday. As the church priest closest to the prison, Constantine has the responsibility to provide the beacon of salvation for those souls that have been 'lost'. But now that the time has dragged on into the afternoon, it is obvious that this is an extremely responsible priest.
Unlike Joseph’s questions in the Gospel Hall, God knows what Constantine answered that would be unacceptable to ordinary people. We can only pray that the content of Constantine's sermon in front of a group of criminals was not the 'Ten Commandments'.
As the two walked together, Zach could feel the heat radiating from the priest's body. There were already stars of dark sweat stains on the shirt that sat smoothly on his skin. The wavy wet marks on the collar extended from the silver cross to both sides. . Constantine loosened his collar. He was tired, both physically and mentally.
"Louise heard about the illness of a nun." Zach first expressed regret, "We need to adjust to the sudden increase in workload, and the priest must also pay attention to his health."
The workload refers to the continuous funerals in the church some time ago. The life schedule of the clergy is very stable, and the work content is also monotonous and repetitive. The sudden large number of funerals apparently broke the pattern of people in the Church of the Holy Son. After the church was closed, the newly adapted rules were broken again. It was reasonable for people to become sick due to repeated habit breaking. Zach also expected that things would be so reasonable.
"Thank you Mr. Grande for your concern." Constantine smiled and nodded, "It is true that everyone is not used to it during this period. The sudden alternation of busyness and relaxation, and the change of seasons. She accidentally caught the flu and rested A few days will be fine.”
Constantine expressed his sincere gratitude, "Sister Liane (Louise's surname) has been a great help, and the nuns like her very much."
The short road has come to an end, and this short exchange will also end. Although they were neighbors, except for Louise, no one else in Grande had been baptized and became a true believer due to their life at that time. So Zach just took care of himself and said goodbye to the priest.
"Mr. Grande," the priest suddenly called as he pulled away his old car.
Zach turned his head, blocked the sun with the car door, and looked at the priest, "Father, what can I do?"
After a brief change in the expression on Constantine's face, he returned to the kindness that a priest should have. He smiled and used the guidance and comforting tone commonly used by priests.
"Mr. Grande, the current development of Grande House is gratifying. But Mr. Grande, please don't get lost in this fast process. Changes too fast are not always a good thing."
The vampire turned around in the shadow cast by the truck door and faced the priest not far away. Something flashed across Zach's light green eyes, and he nodded, "Thank you, Father, for reminding me. I will maintain my original intention that has remained unchanged despite this change."
Vampires, werewolves, Anthony, the original intention of coming to Barton, the city of Barton can only be regarded as the first chapter of an unofficial history under the sun.
As if with relief, Constantine opened his car door completely and sat in.
Zach finally sat in the driver's seat of the truck. The metal wine bottle was taken out and the mouth of the bottle was unscrewed. Under the upturned bottle, red liquid flowed into the vampire's body, dispelling the lethargy caused by the sun.
Zach looked at the priest who had already driven ahead, frowning and thinking.
It's not a good experience to speak nonsense in front of a priest. Let's ignore the purpose of Constantine's unwarranted reminder. We all know that the vampire hesitated in his original intention, and the moment all these changes began—the privatization of Barton’s funeral industry—the vampire hesitated.
The vampire shook his head and moved the truck, his mood suddenly not so pleasant. He slapped the radio like Benjamin, and the noise gradually disappeared under the violent treatment. It was ethereal, violent, hoarse... Under the contradictory combination of singing and lyrics full of obscure and dark hints, the drums were noisy.
It’s that music style that’s suddenly become popular recently. Zach pursed his lips and stepped on the accelerator.