Not long after Kate left, Winston approached Zach and said, "Hank wants your blood."
Zach glanced at the paper cup in Winston's hand, hesitated a little, raised his hand to pull up his sleeve, and handed it to Winston, "Take it yourself."
Winston was stunned for a moment, groped around with his free hand for a while, and took out a small knife. It was the kind of switchblade that was specially designed to be carried around. He gestured once on Zach's arm, glanced at Zach, gestured again, and looked again.
"Are you choosing meat?"
Winston's hand shook and he cut. The bright red fluid slid down the arm and fell into the cup. This process lasted for a while, and Zach saw that the cup was more than half full, "Is that enough?"
"enough!"
The wound healed instantly, and Zach put down his sleeves and continued to worry about his attitude towards Roy Zmich.
Winston stood for a while holding the cup. Don't worry, he was not frightened. After he drank Zach's wine, he knew that vampires existed in the world. In the past few days, he had accompanied Hank in his transformation process and learned more about vampires.
The current bloodletting and healing will not cause much psychological fluctuations in him at all. The reason why he stands here is "You know Hank wants your blood to... uh, drink it."
"I know." Zach was interrupted, forget it, "Let's get it done."
"Then you know he's going to know everything about you... I mean, everything..." Winston said, looking at the half-full glass of Zach's blood.
Zach looked at Winston and said, "Did Hank drink out some of your private life experiences?"
Winston actually blushed instantly, it must be a very private life experience. Zach looked away to avoid embarrassment to Winston, "Don't use the short life course of a human to measure the life accumulation of a vampire." He glanced at the half-cup, "It's good that Hank can sort out my experiences in the past ten years. "
Winston opened his mouth, but no sound came out. After continuing to stand for a while, he nodded and walked away.
Zach watched Winston's back as he left. This morning, Kent contacted Zach and said that he had gone to find Winston. After telling him his identity and intentions, Winston only asked Kent one question - " If Toledo wanted me to join, why didn't Zach just come to me? I usually spend the day with Hank at the Grand, and we're only separated by a backyard."
Kent's answer was: "Then you can just reply to Zach during the day."
Now, Zach watched Winston's back disappear. Winston had no intention of replying to his invitation to Toledo~
Zach looked away, it was impossible to continue worrying, it would be a waste of life. Just let everything develop naturally when it happens...
Something happened.
Roy Zmich stood in the middle of Grande's backyard, frowning and staring at the patch of land under his feet with a heavy face.
"Have you never seen a soul (Ryan) that relies on the seeds of soul-inducing grass to maintain the state of an earth-bound spirit?" Zach stood on the back porch.
Roy Zmich raised his head and looked at Zach, "No." He actually answered, "Why waste resources to maintain the life state of the Earthbinder?" There was confusion on his face, "I can't understand this kind of life. What is the meaning of existence of form?”
These words made Zach worried for a moment - Roy Zmich regarded this place as the west and waved his hand to destroy Ryan, "He is the son of Sibella, the leader of the Barton wizard, Ryan Gale." "
"Indian soul." Knowing the essence of who was buried under the ground he stepped on, Roy Zmich's expression seemed to get even worse, "He is still the son of a wizard."
Damn it, Zmich’s record at Patton was terrible. You all still remember that all the Zmichs in Hamilton's team were wiped out due to historical hatred. As the representative of Zmich, Roy Zmich is probably even more obsessed with historical hatred...
Before Zach could make any move, Ryan floated out from the backyard and stood in front of Zach, "Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me!!"
When Ryan shouted, Zach didn't want to move anymore. He curled his lips and sat on the bench in the back porch without saying a word.
Roy continued to stand in the backyard, and Ryan continued to plead for help in front of Zach.
Zach began to feel that the worries of the past few days were meaningless. When Roy stood there, Zach didn't regard him as a pacifist at all...
Roy looked back at the living area, "The blood of the second-generation Lesembula is from someone I don't know. It seems to be the second-generation Lesembula who was just born, but it seems to be a new change than what I remembered. The one who needs to be stronger...who is it?" For the last question, he looked back at Zach.
"Hank."
"The old man who took in you and the Alpha human?" Roy was naturally talking about Grande's information officially archived in the Sabbat.
"yes."
"It seems that you were really crushed to death by the Lesenbra clan ancestors, and actually made your family become the descendants of Lesenbra." Roy obviously misunderstood, "Lute, you are indeed worthy of being the leader of the Sabbat. The one who knows how to attack your weakest point."
"Really~" Zach smiled, not one of the many emotions he had predicted for Roy's arrival came to mind! Who would have thought that Zach would actually be happy~ "Do you think this is an attack on me by the ancestor of the Lesenbra clan?"
"Isn't it?"
"No, it's not~" Zach curled his lips, "Choose a place to live." Pointing to the living area, "That's the living area over there. Grand employees live there, most of them are ex-convicts. I don't think you should Pay attention to this kind of thing." Then he pointed behind him, "This is where I live, my family, the girl who mourned the banshee, and recently there was a human 'Miss' staying here temporarily."
Roy looked back and forth for a while according to Zach's instructions, "You just took me in without asking anything." His eyes finally stopped at the counter of Grande's showroom, where Cyrus was sitting, a little nervous. Pretending to be completely unaware that there was someone else in the backyard.
"You've already come to Barton. If I don't accept your words, why can you still jump into the sea?"
Roy lowered his head and was quiet for a while. When he raised his head again, he looked at the Grande building and warehouse that Zack didn't mention. "This side, is it where Alpha used to live? I can still smell the stench of the werewolf's remnants."
"Yes, no one lives there now."
"Is that okay?" Roy looked at Zach.
"If you don't mind the 'stink'." Zach didn't stab Benjamin secretly, it was Roy who said it.
"I can't stand the Indian souls that are wasting resources. A little smell is nothing." Roy stepped forward and finally left Ryan's vitals, "I need food."
"Serys, Zmich's former master needs food." There is no way Zach can serve this guy.
"Oh!" Sires lost the magazine, left the counter where he was working, and rushed out. He rushed past Zach before suddenly turning back, confused: "Is it the blood obtained from the ancestors' office in the basement, or is it sheep blood? "
Zach thought about it seriously and said, "Today I will deliver the mixed blood of basement and sheep at 9:1. This guest should need time to adapt to Grande's eating habits. It will be 8:00 tomorrow, 7:00 the day after tomorrow..."
"Oh, oh..." (To be continued)