"James, can I ask you a question?" Zach looked at the person behind the desk. James seemed to have calmed down completely. He was not as excited and angry as in the previous conversation, "If you find This person, what are you going to do?”
"I don't know." James glanced at Zach, "But what I know is that he can't continue to hunt demons like this."
The corners of Zach's mouth curved slightly, "Then you came here actually to let us help you find this person?"
James took a deep breath, "No, it's about exchanging information. I need to know the situations I may encounter, and I need to prepare myself."
Although James had a very bad impression of Crowley, he had to admit that Crowley's behavior was very restrained this week. It's a sign that she's seriously considering a permanent presence in Barton. Anthony has already explained what the opening of the door to hell means: if Crowley dies or returns to hell, another demon will come up. Unfortunately, just like Crowley, the new demon may not be more sensible than Crowley.
Although the start with Crowley was not ideal, her performance couldn't be any better. Provoking riots was limited to the most chaotic neighborhoods of Barton, and the content of the worship services was ordinary.
Zach smiled and shook his head, "There is nothing to prepare for. You can think that they are people of the same nature as Sibella, or even not human beings." Zach no longer wants to limit his thinking. There is obviously something happening outside of Barton. , it is not surprising that anything appears in this city located in the easternmost part of the Federation.
"If you really meet him." Zach thought for a moment and looked at James with meaningful eyes, "Communicate, if it fails, find backup. We at Grand House and Crowley are both Not a bad choice.”
James thought for a while. He could not understand the process of worldview reconstruction, but he almost understood a truth. With his weak ability, whether he wants it or not, there are alien races in this world. There were the ever-present vampires and new demons in Barton, and he couldn't make them disappear, nor would he be stupid enough to try to get in between them. Then he had to choose a party to ask for help. With James' current senses, it was naturally Grad.
Seeing James's expression as he thought of something, Zach smiled and waved his hand. He didn't want anything more, indicating that James could leave.
James stood up and said goodbye. When he turned around, he suddenly looked at Zach, "I know everything about Quest recently. You should end it with him as soon as possible. He has attracted too much attention to himself." force."
Zach looked up and smiled, "Thanks for the reminder."
After the guests of the Grand House left, this chaotic 'family' that accommodated various types and systems of alien races returned to peace again, but without the werewolves and banshees, it was always a little empty.
The bored vampire was wandering around the building, and suddenly he felt free and had no one to talk to. Looking for Louise? If a woman wants to reveal a man's troubled heart, a vampire will not be reduced to this.
Time became slow, and it finally dragged on until dusk. Zach replaced Alice and had a 'date' with Cook. Prepare to wait for Alice to come back and tell you what this fat and warm man has done today.
While Cook was holding a piece of beef on the small screen to try the taste, the phone rang.
Zach handed over the control of the channel to Louise to prevent Old Hank from changing the channel. He wanted to know what was so special about the sauce that Cook had just spent more than 20 minutes preparing. Zach walked down from his office and answered the phone.
"Grand."
"Mr. Grande! Haha, I thought it would go directly to the answering machine." The man on the receiver sounded like he was drunk. His voice was very loud, and the background was also very noisy, filled with the voices of men and women.
Zach recognized the voice. Although it had changed slightly through the switch of the phone line, it was No. Reppert that made Zach feel good about it.
"Mr. Rippert." Zack replied with a smile, "What's the matter?"
"Ha, nothing special." The volume from the receiver suddenly became louder. It was obvious that Nuo was not alone. He signaled to others, "Today is a gathering of several friends. Let's drink a few glasses of wine and communicate with each other. No. Do you know if Mr. Grande is interested?"
"A friend's party?" Zach raised his eyebrows, "I'm happy to go."
"Great! Everyone is looking forward to meeting you! The address is Becky Street, please. Do you know the place?"
"I don't know, tell me the detailed address." Zach curled his lips and lied indifferently.
The other party smiled and reported his address, and reminded him in a stern tone, "Please prepare more one-dollar bills."
Zach hung up the phone, returned to the bedroom and told him to go out. He glanced at Cook who was already standing in front of a plate of steak to finish, and reminded Louise to tell him the content later.
Old Hank was called out impatiently, and Zach asked, "Hank, I was invited by No. Rippert Agency to attend their party. Is there anything I should pay attention to?"
The old man half-closed his eyes and snorted loudly, "A bunch of guys who like to watch women take off their clothes! What's the point of going there!" Old Hank left Zach behind and turned around to urge Louise to make dinner.
Zach smiled helplessly and came out.
Dusk darkened on Route 7. When Zach entered the former Bache District, the sky had completely darkened. The neon lights on Bache Street reflected on the pedestrians, as if everyone was the same kind as Daniel the Phantom. .
Zach parked the van on the corner and headed towards the 'gentleman's bar' where Madison had worked briefly.
The waiter, the bartender, the round table, the erected steel pipe that I met once... Of course, the last time was at the wrong time, and it was not the 'real' business hours of the bar. This time, the round table was filled with all kinds of men. They raised their hands with folded one-dollar bills between their fingers, and shouted loudly. The guys hurriedly shuttled around the guests, occasionally paying attention to the trays in their hands, not to bump into the well-dressed women who had chosen their targets and walked towards the guests.
Nuo was on the second floor, looking at Zach with a smile and waving.
Zach smiled and walked over there.
The waiter guarding the stairs accepted the signal from the person above and asked Zach to enter, "Zachary Grande." As the only person he knew, Novo was responsible for the introduction. He sat on the semi-curved sofa and smiled. The name of everyone who looked at Zach was called out.
Zach wrote down their names. Since he had already arrived at the party, there was no need to call them formally. He saluted one by one and smiled, "Just call me Zach."
"Okay, Zach, you came at the right time!" Nuo no longer looked as serious and reliable as when he talked to Zach yesterday. He put his arms around Zach's shoulders and sat down on the sofa, facing Qiba who was sitting there. The individual smiled, "This is Zach's first time, we should let him choose."
Everyone laughed and clapped their hands, and there were also some slightly older men, with a smile that was not malicious, "Please, the new Grande, don't inherit the tradition of your previous generation! We can't stand it!"
Zach didn't mind such a direct joke, but instead felt happy. Under Nuo's finger, he looked at the women standing downstairs who were still holding mirrors and making final touches, and casually touched a few of them.
The waiter brought a tray of wine glasses, and the blue liquid swayed and was placed on the glass coffee table. Since it is on the second floor, there are some differences between the decoration above and below.
"'Depth Bomb'." Someone had already divided the wine glasses, "You must give it a try!"
Zach looked at the two wine glasses that had been pushed down in front of him. The vampire had no objection to real alcohol. He pinched one with a smile, raised his head, and raised his eyebrows like a normal person while squinting his eyes tightly. His fingers touched his throat after swallowing, as if this strong alcohol was really It's like burning his throat!
Zach looked at a few people very happily, "It's really deep!"
"Wait a moment, wait a moment, and you will find the 'bomb'!" Several people smiled and raised their heads as well.
At the end of the round, the women who were visited by Zach also went upstairs. Their exquisite high heels stepped on the glass coffee table. Those clothes that usually represented seriousness were bulged and restrained on their gifted bodies. of arc.
Several women walked around the coffee table in a show-off manner, looking down at the men sitting there and winking at those who had shown interest. Their soles nervously walked through the scattered wine glasses, and then with ambiguous and seductive eyes, they walked directly from the coffee table to the long 'stage'.
After a short exchange, they determined their positions, each with a steel pipe smudged by light, and began the performance.
"Second round!" Everyone picked up another wine glass, raised their heads, and the blue liquid disappeared into the man's body.
All the entertainment programs that the ** bar can provide have been gathered, and the party has really begun.
"Zach! You're so good. The 'bomb' didn't explode, or was it just that kind of slow guy?!" Someone's eyes were already slightly red, and he looked at Zach with a smile.
Zach smiled implicitly, and Nuo tapped his fingers on the table, laughing loudly, "You don't know, this Grande's drink during the day is wine!"
This was obviously what Nuo saw at the Grand House yesterday. Zach smiled and shook his head, "It's just red wine to kill time, it's harmless."
"Hey! Nuo, you heard that! He is bored!" Someone glared at Nuo without any malice, "You took his job! Now he is bored! You need to compensate!"
Nuo smiled, waved his hand, and shouted to the waiter, "Don't stop, keep going!" This was his compensation.
"That's not the case. I'm glad I got rid of someone." Zack smiled. For strangers, there must be a topic to open up mutual understanding, and Quest is obviously this topic. Zach had already guessed the identity of the people at the party. They were probably their professional union.
"Someone!" Someone snorted and looked at Zach, "We are all our own people here, so we can open up! There is no need to whitewash him, it's that guy Quest."
I don't know who it was, but he had handed over cigarettes and matches, and Zach took them. These are the things he really uses frequently, but in the current environment, they are not really needed.
Nuo smiled, "I got rid of him too, how about congratulations!"
Zach raised his eyebrows and picked up the blue alcohol that the waiter brought again, "Congratulations. Has he finally given up?"
Now that the other party is old and can open up, Zach can just gossip. Although Zach doesn't value integrating into this circle, it seems that integrating in will bring some convenience in the future and there will be no loss, so there is no need to refuse.
"Give up?" Nuo shook his head helplessly, "He has found a new target for harassment! I feel deeply sad for the new guy." Nuo smiled and looked at Zach, "I pray that he collects the deposit first!"
Zach raised his eyebrows and put down the empty wine glass, "New guy? I thought I was the new guy."