When Zach returned, he picked up Louise who had just finished working in the cemetery in the west of Grande. After briefly talking about what happened in Barton Prison, Louise smiled and reminded Zach, "Madison will not be happy. The cost of cremation in our mill is much higher than that of Allen Funeral Home, and the price will have to be lowered. In the end, Still losing money.”
"Why are our costs so high?" Zach asked puzzledly, holding the steering wheel.
Louise blinked. She didn't want to make a casual assertion. Instead, she looked at Zach with some reproach, "Madison has been asking you to come over and help in the past two weeks. Every time I ask you if you want to go to the mill, you put it off." .”
Zach vaguely remembered that Matthew had mentioned that the things purchased by the mill were much more expensive than the Allen Funeral Home, but Zach had never paid attention to it.
"It doesn't matter, just let him keep his balance." Zach waved his hand and put the matter behind him.
The truck turned from the barn into the backyard of the Grand House. Benjamin was not there, so Zach carried a can of blood back to Grand. Entering summer, the intensity of the sun is directly proportional to the vampire's appetite. It just so happened that Grande had just added a group of sheep to Ian Anthony, who had left at midnight with Papa, and Zach drank without any scruples.
In the Grand House, Old Hank was there as usual. After wiping the coffins in the exhibition hall, he was making things on the carpenter behind Benjamin's warehouse. The phantom Daniel was floating aside. His body was what Old Hank was thinking. Indicator.
Watching the colorful light flowing in Daniel's translucent body, you will sigh that a strange old man with a straight face at all times can actually have so many colorful thoughts.
There is no trace of King the Great Dane, Ryan the Earthbinder is still 'buried' underground, and there is peace in Grande.
Zach was holding the blood can, glanced at James' car parked in front of the hammock, and shrugged.
"Where have you been?!" James finally heard the sound of the door being pushed open, and turned to look at Zach complainingly, "I've been waiting for you for half the afternoon!"
"Prison." Zach smiled as he looked at the human detective and placed the bloody blood tank on the table. Pull out a few empty wine bottles.
James frowned and looked at Zach's movements. He had already guessed what it was. He was about to tell the vampire not to do it in front of him at least, but he realized Zach's answer.
"Prison?!" James leaned on the armrest with his arms and stared at Zach, "You already know? Have you gone to see Ted?!"
Zach unscrewed the valve under the blood tank, and the red liquid flowed into a wine bottle held by Zach. The vampire raised an eyebrow, "Who?"
James's face immediately darkened, "Hunter, Ravenci's companion."
"Oh." Zach turns out that the guy who will be executed in front of reporters in three months' time is named 'Ted'. Of course the vampire wouldn't remember his name, and now he couldn't even remember which one of the "Ted"s attacked the Grand House.
Zach shook his head, "No, it's the business of Grande Funeral Home."
The vampire's hand held the wine bottle very steadily, and the liquid in the bottle gradually rose. When he lifted the closed neck of the bottle, the vampire closed the valve, took a cork, and pressed it into the mouth of the bottle. While picking up another empty bottle, the vampire glanced at James, "What do I already know?"
James frowned. This was completely opposite to the conversation process he had prepared! Even once, James wanted to be the dominant one in the conversation with the vampire, but now, he sold himself out from the beginning.
James stared at Zach, who had only one head exposed under the cover of the blood tank, trying not to listen to the sound of the slow flowing liquid, "A hunter appeared in Barton City." The detective still wanted to retain a trace of Taking the initiative, so the word 'traditional' in Crowley's words was temporarily removed.
Zach glanced at James again, closed the valve smoothly, pressed in the cork, and took out the empty bottle, "Are you the one who killed the devil?"
"How do you know?!" James stared, he was the only one in the world who knew this!
"Anthony told me." Zach curled his lips, "Do you think that's a hunter?"
James seemed to be angry and stared at Zach without saying a word.
"Relax, James." Zach waved his free hand, looking helpless, "This is a sincere question. I'm asking for your opinion, not trying to guide you."
James watched silently as Zach filled another bottle. This time there was no bottle, but a cup, and the remaining red liquid was poured into the cup. Zach didn't seem to intend to take care of James' mood. He put the empty blood jar aside and took a deep breath into the rim of the wine glass in his hand with a satisfied expression.
"How did Anthony know?" James tried his best to maintain a calm mood, so his tone that always mixed Zach's questions and surprise was overcorrected and turned into a statement.
Zach tapped his fingers on the wine glass, "Crawley went to find Anthony yesterday. Before leaving, Crowley found that her man was dead, so it was easy." Zach smiled and looked at James "What's interesting is that Anthony and I's first reaction was that you did it. Destroyed the container and sent the other person back to hell."
Zach and Anthony's chemistry can already convey a lot in words, even if it's just a chuckle.
James' face darkened again just after he turned around.
Zach frowned and looked at this human, "Why do you always think I'm mocking you." Zach shook his head and sighed, "You should give yourself confidence. This is a sign of our trust in you, but The reality is that this is not the case, we are all a little surprised.”
As soon as James opened his mouth, Zach looked at the expression under the tightened pupils and knew something was wrong. He held out his finger to stop what James wanted to say. Zach didn't want to dwell on this issue for too long and was ready to directly state his position to James. Whether he understood it or not was up to the guy himself.
"James Lance." Zach put down the wine glass and looked seriously at James who was suppressing his words and full of resentment. "I did it last time. I want you to see the complete world. You We have seen it, so my hope is that we can think on the same plane. Stop dwelling on these boring things."
James opened his mouth and watched Zach take back the wine glass again and looked at him impatiently.
The vampire frowned, "Then do you think that was a hunter? How did you know that the demon was dead? Did you see something? First of all, James, don't look at me."
The vampire is not in a good mood now, it was Father Constantine's words that affected him. Zach would not let his emotions leak out on Louise, but James would not have this treatment.
James did not retract his gaze 'obediently', but stared at the vampire more intently, until Zach sighed again, his eyes drifted away, idly sipping the liquid in the cup.
"I saw it." James' emotions had completely calmed down. During his search, he did not find any vampires acting. "The hunter is not mine, but Crowley's. She is a 'real traditional hunter'."
Now that James has started talking normally, Zach's eyes returned to James again, and he made a regretful gesture first, "Has your soul been visited by Crowley?"
James frowned, and now that he thought about the feeling of being out of time and space, his stomach turned. His head seemed about to explode, and all the things that had long been buried deep in his memory were brought out. This gave James a strange feeling that he had become a bystander in his own life.
"Get more rest." Zach curled his lips and gave some suggestions that had no practical meaning before continuing to ask, "Have you seen the hunter, Ravenci, about the 'ranking' thing? Compare it to what you think it is. Hunter?"
"Ta, de!" James couldn't hold it back.
The vampire waved his hand, "Whatever."
James took a deep breath to bring his emotions back to the current matter, "All I saw was a man dressed as a priest."
Zach became interested and looked thoughtful, "Pastor?"
"What's wrong?" James frowned. He could feel that the vampire's emotions were only now aroused.
Because pastors and priests have the same image if they don't wear robes that represent the priestly rank. What ordinary people see will be distinguished by behavior. For example, pastors will move around like missionaries, while priests spend most of their time in their churches.
So if you see someone outside wearing a black shirt with a cross on the round collar, people will subconsciously think that it is a priest.
Obviously Zach was thinking of Father Constantine who suddenly said something inexplicable today and always felt tired recently.
Zach first put his questions aside and said to James in a statement, "That's not a hunter. The current hunter is a general and ironic term." Zach was not prepared to explain these things in detail. All he could think of was, "I think Crowley meant the witcher."
"What are you hunting for?" James stared.
"Devil." Zach glanced at James and thought it would be better to explain it simply. Otherwise, it would be heartbreaking if James made the same mistake as Ravenci. "In the Holy Lord Faith, there are people who Believing that demons are the dark side of faith and should not appear on the surface, they hunt those demons that wander above the surface."
"This is a good thing, isn't it?" James frowned and thought for a while.
Zach lowered his eyes and added, "It would be a good thing if they had the consciousness to kill the angels who came down from heaven as well."
Being a vampire means seeing the world from the same plane.
Zach waved his hand. Vampires in the same belief system were also among the targets of the demon hunters. But nothing is clear yet, so there is no need to argue with James.