Blinded in vain, Sires carefully returned to Grande, and reporters outside Grande all ran to the tomb area. Vertex 23S. Fastest update
The previous republican-style funeral hosted by Allen Funeral Home attracted some attention in Barton. I wonder what will happen to the high-end funeral hosted by Ford Funeral Home this time. Since the owner of Grande refused to show up anyway, those reporters must be doing something. Ignore it.
It's been a long time since I had normal communication with Zach, and looking at Sires's face, I could tell that he had accumulated a bunch of questions about vampires that he wanted to ask. But before that, Sires still deliberately went to the basement to check whether the blood he insisted on delivering every morning had been eaten. He wanted to confirm that he had helped Zach relieve the pressure of the ancestors.
The result is naturally disappointing.
"I'm sorry..." Sires looked at the blood bottles piled up in the basement. Some of the blood bottles had even the labels on them when he brought them.
"You don't have to be sorry." Zach patted Siris, "On the contrary, I should also thank you for your hard work in collecting this blood." Zach has a specific point about these bloods, Central Indian blood, which Frank discovered Questions to ask about the blood of central wizards in the popularization of republican weapons. Proceed cautiously to avoid suspicion.
Sires' answer was in line with expectations, "I'm not working hard, I'm just a mover, and all this blood is our ancestors' business..." Sires's expression was speechless for a moment, "It should be called Mokawei's equipment store now. .All collected by Benjamin and Mokawi.”
"I'm surprised that new varieties of blood are available there every day, which makes me suspect that my previous life was in vain~" This is a joke, the purpose is to stimulate resonance.
"That's right!" Sure enough, Siris' face didn't know whether it was discomfort or anticipation. "To be honest, I'm still in the stage of 'Oh my god, blood will be my only food forever in the future!' To be honest!" Continuing discomfort and anticipation mixed with his face, "Then every day, Brielle held me down and fed me new 'varieties' of food..." Looking at Zach, she felt pure embarrassment, "She is stronger than me..."
Zach patted Siris again, "Don't be afraid, come to work normally from now on~"
Siris gave a grateful look, and then returned to a mixed expression, "Sometimes I suddenly feel that vampire food is so... cruel." Don't worry, it's not what everyone thinks. Listen to Siris, " Blood, I don’t mean to say that our food is the life foundation of other creatures, but we actually classify and rate the life foundation of other creatures.” Looking at Zach, this honest former farmer, he was not very sure that his expression could show He wanted to make sure Zach understood what he was thinking.
Zach understood that a simple analogy would be more in line with Sires’s life, “It’s all meat from cattle, but when it is placed in the human market, it is divided into different parts by the place of origin, the way of raising it, the breed, and the parts. Products of."
"Yes! That's what it feels like!" Sires looked at Zach with an expression of annoyance on himself, 'This is obviously more in line with the analogy of his own human experience, why didn't he think of it? 'Don't pay attention to the self-blame of an honest man.
Zach thought for a while with his mouth tilted, "Maybe it's because eternal life is too comfortable, and vampires need something to do." Apparently, the first question that Siris accumulated about vampires has come out, the food problem, "I When I was still a human, the country I was in was suffering from famine. No one cared about the classification and rating of food. All foods were equal. Only nobles who lived a good life would care about food distinctions." Replied Siris, "Vampires don't There may be famine, so~"
Sires accepted this statement and reluctantly accepted that the reason why vampires cannot starve is the cruelty we all know. This problem has been solved long ago and does not need to be mentioned again.
Siris asked along the way, "Did vampires in the past classify food so... meticulously?"
"No." Zach shook his head. "Before the Thirteen Clans came to this continent, vampires generally had only two categories of food. Humans and animals. And there was no distinction between superior and inferior, and it all depended on what they ate. Vampires live wherever they want. A life that never worries about the source of food is the habit of eating nearby." Looking at Siris, Zach felt that Siris should be able to grasp some common sense things.
"Like Gangero likes to live with wild beasts, Toledo likes to live with people..." He glanced at Zach for fear of offending.
Zach was not that fragile, "Yes. Well, in terms of food classification, there is only Lesembula." Zach shrugged, "Lesembra always emphasizes on mysophobia because of his mysophobia. The purity of food." The origin of the legend of virgin blood, which we mentioned before. Zach shook his head helplessly, "And it is very regrettable that at that time Lesembra was as noble as Toledo, and their living habits were misunderstood as an example of vampires. Toledo was busy eliminating the influence of vampires in human society. Other bad influences, such boring things are ignored. Some humans at that time approached vampires with 'high-end food' that they thought could better show their sincerity, and naturally the vampires would not refuse."
Sires listened carefully, but also had doubts. "Benjamin did get food samples from the west, but... can I tell the truth? Lesembula's recipes are not... rich." His expression was slightly disgusted. , "Lesenbra's requirement for food is still 'purity'." Immediately turned to content that did not disgust Sires himself, "On the contrary, the recipes of other clans of the Sabbat, the types... are really many! Especially Giovanni and Zmich!”
Sires dug through several bottles of blood in the basement and came out, "This kind of sterilized woman's blood, mixed chicken tail blood..." After talking about a bunch of blood similar to drugs made by humans to get 'high', "They are all It’s the recipe of both clans.”
Zach was not surprised, "Giovanni and Zmich are the 'nobles among the nobility' in the West, so naturally."
"Were they like this before?"
"Of course not." Zach smiled and told a joke, "If they had to eat a meal of blood that was divided like this before." Zach casually pointed to a kind of blood that Siris found, that of sterilized women. Blood, used as an example, "They will spend a day visiting old women all over the city~"
Sires stared at the blood bottle in his hand for a long time, and after a while of reaction, he realized what Zach was saying, "Oh, the storage and collection of blood are not as convenient as this era."
Zach has expressed this view long ago, hasn't he? Vampires are creatures that enjoy human progress.
Zach, who has shown us many wonderful vampire 'common senses', nodded to Siris and advanced naturally, "I don't find it surprising that this kind of blood may provide a temporary sense of freshness. This blood." Zach also found a few bottles among the piled blood bottles, "Blood of terminally ill patients? Which clan's recipe?"
Sires returned to his previous mixed expression, "What I was just about to say..." pursed his lips, "This is the recipe of those vampire aliens in the middle." Shaking his head, "It's not a recipe, Benjamin thinks they have completely mixed this blood. Used as a drug for humans." Looking at Zach, he said, "It's not 'high', it's just poisonous. I..." The reason for his complicated expression, "I kind of... like this kind of blood."
When we first introduced the blood of terminally ill patients, we mentioned that perhaps for some foreign vampires who are in a difficult situation in the central region, their passive immortality and the doomed death of their food source are very 'exciting' for them. experience.
Now this statement may be overturned. Zach temporarily slowed down his progress and paid attention to Sires's emotional changes. "Do you like it?" Zach thought he had solved the problem of Sires losing hope in life.
Zach opened a bottle, tasted it, frowned, "I can't taste anything special." He curled his lips, "No 'high', no 'poison'."
"There is definitely no poison." Sires reluctantly took the blood bottle away from Zach's hand. "Benjamin has screened the blood, so that the blood that has entered the death stage will be eliminated."
"Blood entering the death stage? What do you mean?"
"I remember I sent some blood from drug addicts' 'high'..." Sires started looking for blood again, but when he couldn't find it, Murphy drank it all. "Do you guys try it?"
Zach didn't want to recall Murphy's gaffe, "I don't know, the bottle was broken and was thrown away."
The honest Sires believed it, "Oh, that kind of blood has very strong emotions. Even Cappadocia, who is the slowest in analyzing blood, can be affected by the emotions in the blood." Looking at Zach, " The blood that is regarded as food actually uses its own strong subjective will to forcibly overwrite the will of the vampire who eats it." After Siris said this, he was moved by himself. There are some words here that are not commonly used by him as a former farmer.
Zach also expressed his praise in cooperation, and then followed Siris's train of thought, "Are you saying that the blood of terminally ill patients contains a strong emotion of death?"
"No." Sires shook his head, "It's not the emotions, it's the blood itself of those terminally ill patients... thoughts?" Sires didn't seem to confirm his wording, and shook his head, "Under normal circumstances, it's the blood of vampires that assimilates Other blood. But this kind of blood from terminally ill patients, the kind that is terminal and fatal, when you drink it, you will feel that your own vampire blood is assimilated by the food."
Zach thought of the blood of people who were immune to diseases that had been sent not long ago, "Like this? Vampires' eating becomes forcibly curing themselves?"
Sires continued to shake his head, "It's not a cure. The blood of terminally ill patients will not harm the vampire's body. They, they are just..." Sires scratched his head and looked at Zach in distress, "Like a parasite. , the feeling that a vicious parasite that always kills its host finds a perfect host that will never die, and then desperately starts to reproduce."
Zach's face didn't look good. If Sires' metaphor was accurate, then why didn't he tell Zach before he tasted it.
Zach raised his hand, pressed his carotid artery, and felt it with his heart, "I..." His face became a little worse, "I feel it. It is copying itself." The protrusion on Zach's neck suddenly collapsed once, "Erase ”
Sires was amused, "Haha, actually you don't have to worry about it, that blood will be digested by our blood sooner or later. Once it replicates to the point where it affects our normal physiology, our blood will wake up~"
Zach kept frowning, "I don't really like your idea of anthropomorphizing blood. I don't think the blood of terminally ill patients is a parasite and has self-awareness."
Siris unexpectedly became serious, "But they do." He also unexpectedly changed the topic, "If you ask any doctor, he will tell you that 'cancer' has its own consciousness, and it is precisely because of their They have their own consciousness, so they are called terminally ill, because they really don’t care about the life and death of their own subjects, only their own existence.”
Zach: "Serys?" It sounds like Sires entered into his own emotions in an instant.
"Sorry." Sires shook his head, "Did you say that vampires are the cancer of this world?"
Too typical of a rhetorical question, Zach: “What is cancer?”
"Well… "
Because of Siris's blankness, Zach could only relate it to the context, "Is this the disease that these terminally ill patients have?" and Zach's own life experience, "Is this a half-finished product that God wants to create eternal life?" Can it? Briefly resisting the vampire's ability to heal himself, Zach gave this terminal illness respect. Forgive Zach, but Zach's medical knowledge is limited to human anatomy.
"Uh... no." Sires came to life, avoiding Zach's curious eyes. Sires knew this question, but Zach couldn't answer it. "I think it's just industrial pollution, you know, chemicals, garbage, air, water, food pollution..."
"Oh." Zach came to a self-righteous conclusion, "Then this cancer cannot be compared with vampires. Haha, it is just a creation of vampires."
Sires glanced at Zach in confusion.
Zach explained, "Giovanni's great plan to exterminate life is this. Giovanni's ambition is to destroy the world."
The corner of Siris's eye twitched and he was about to go upstairs, "I should go up to work."
"There is no work to do, Grande is out of business." What Zach wanted to ask has not yet come out, "Where are the other bloods? Are they all vampires' preferred foods? For example..." Zach also performed a little. , his fingers were swaying among the piles of blood bottles, and he stopped at one place, "Indian blood?" Zach also had a comprehensive reason for asking this question, "There are only a few Indians in the west, I don't think Sabbat Are you willing to part with your inventory and make samples for Benjamin?"
Thanks to Frank, Zach had already known that the blood came from the Indians in the middle, but Siris didn't know, right? Don’t doubt Zach’s thoroughness.
"Oh." Siris replied, "These are just the blood collected from the blood bank. Nothing special. Some Indians will ask for the use of Indian blood when treating." Shrugging, Siris obviously Si Bing knows how to explain this situation, "So most hospitals in the central region have special classifications."
"That's it~"