Because everyone in the world is different, so if you really want to classify, put aside the masks of internal and external and people's habits, there are only two types: those who are friendly to you and those who are unfriendly to you.
For Blake, Zach was the former, so he relaxed completely and looked at Zach with a smile. Before he could turn the words of thanks in his mind into words, he was grabbed by Laura who looked very happy and chattered endlessly about Old Hank from the Grand House.
The library administrator glared at this side, but he had no reason to trouble Laura. Because God knows what Laura is talking about! Her voice was low enough, far from disturbing others, but her whispering voice made those who paid attention a little more curious and irritated.
It’s not that Laura is conscious enough to abide by the rules, it’s just that certain things can only be said in a lower voice.
The vampire, who was already casual in this regard, smiled as he watched Laura gossip, but the content of the gossip was about people from the Grand House. Zach realized that as he continued to get West End gossip through Laura, the girl was also passing on stories from Grande.
The image of Mrs. Barton flashed through Zach's mind. Zach shook his head with a smile and opened the book in front of him.
The synopsis of "The True Hermit" is that people discovered an isolated man in the woods. He lived alone in isolation from human society for thirty years. Can you imagine? No human contact, no human communication, just alone.
The vampire's world view was completely imaginable to him. The reason why he took the book was not out of good intentions, but out of mocking malice to see what this 'hermit' was.
Vampires with shady motives fail to get past the first page. Mike closed the book in front of him, with a trace of regret on his raised face. "found it."
Zach closed the book helplessly and patted Mike comfortingly. "Don't be disappointed, you can borrow it."
"Really?" Mike's disappointment turned into expectation.
Zach shrugged and looked at the pile of books on Mike's desk, "It's just not that much, you just have to make a choice."
Zach turned to Blake and Laura, "I have to say goodbye for now. I'm looking forward to your visit to Grande."
"I'll go!" Blake's face under the hood looked at Zach with certainty.
Zach smiled and patted Mike. Zach, who was curious about Crowley and the cherubim's conversation, didn't want to arrive too late.
Leave the library. The sun is blocked by the buildings in the west and only a trace of arc is exposed on it. The sky has not started to get dark, but the generally four or five-story buildings have already cast large shadows on the streets. The vampire who didn't need to replenish his food got into the truck, still took out a wine bottle and emptied it completely.
It happened to be the moment when there was the most traffic. Zach impatiently put his arm on the edge of the car window. They blocked the Charles River from the North District into the West District. This mud-covered car stood out among the black luxury cars along the way.
The light began to dim in the slow crawling traffic.
Zach looked around boredly. These people seemed to be used to this kind of traffic. The person sitting in the car had white documents on the steering wheel, and the hand on the steering wheel was holding a pen. Take advantage of the daylight when you can still see it. They occasionally turn pages, write and draw, and touch the horn when not paying attention, making a piercing whistle on the crowded road.
When an area has developed a character and living there becomes a status symbol. Zach understands these people who are not even as good as Quest. The mentality of forcing myself to endure such things every day.
"Has it started yet?" After understanding, the vampire was still a little anxious. He really didn't seem to have missed the confrontation between the fallen angel and the cherubim. That would be a more exciting realistic performance than the story performed by 'The Goblin on the Curtain'.
"No." Mike, the passenger, looked out the window. Traffic jams are obviously something that this 'man of the past' has never experienced. He was wondering whether such a huge mobile tool brought convenience or added trouble.
Mike withdrew his gaze and said, "Crowley is using Cerberus to lure him to a remote place."
Zach raised an eyebrow. "Tell Crowley that I know a perfect place. In the outermost layer of the southern part of the West End, where Grande's cemetery once was, and further south are the woods that intersect with the city of Newton."
Mike nodded, the blackness in his pupils surged, seeming to break through the shackles of his pupils. A faint red color, which was the mark that definitely belonged to Crowley, flashed in the rolling black. It's really convenient for demons to pass messages between each other.
In the van whose rearview mirror had been deliberately knocked off, Zach turned back, his hands already on the steering wheel and gear. This eye-catching truck began to move back and forth in the traffic. Those who were waiting on the seats frowned, put away the documents on the steering wheel, and began to give way to the truck that suddenly wanted to turn.
'Is this guy sick?' 'That's what they thought about the van owner.
The truck's head turned from west to south, heading south directly from Back Bay. The number of vehicles suddenly decreased after crossing the area where Cologne's sister lived. Under the increasingly dark sky, Zach increased his speed. After entering Paising District, which has nothing to do with the city's traffic rules, heading west, briefly passing through Newton City, Zach entered the outer reaches of the West District.
The sky has completely darkened.
I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, or it was the darkest moment between day and night, but Zach seemed to be able to hear the howling of the hellhound when he stepped out of the truck.
Mike got off the car together, his eyes were completely black, and the red mark hidden under the blackness reminded him of his location. In the rich black, Mike's figure draws a line. The vampire stretched. He was different from the devil. This is not a container, it is his own body and needs to be taken care of.
At this moment when the sun has just sunk below the horizon and the moon has not had time to take over. The smile on the corner of vampire Zach's mouth was stretched infinitely. The afterimage left behind was disturbed by the rapidly rolling airflow, and disappeared in a moment.
The beast's whimpers and eye-searing flames became increasingly clear.
"Your timing is quite accurate."
The vampire who had just stopped raised his head, and his black wings spread out in mid-air. Seth was thrown down by Crowley in a panic, and he hit a raised tombstone. With a low muffled groan, the demon hunter covered his head. The waist slowly climbed up, and above the dark eyes, the deep frown and tight forehead expressed his anger.
The sound of metal and stone colliding sounded around Zach. Crowley's cracked golden boots stood on a tombstone and looked into the distance where the fire suddenly appeared. "Just like before, the cherubim will always be there." So rigid and pedantic.”
Crowley looked back at Mike, who had already assumed a fighting posture, "Mike, you can leave here and go back."
Mike's hunched back was straight, his shoulders hunched and ready for attack. There was gratitude on his face for being cared for, but there was also resignation and helplessness. But of course, even if he could call Crowley by her name, he wouldn't refuse Crowley's 'order' if it was an order.
"I still have something in Zach's car."
Crowley looked at Zach in surprise.
The vampire curled his lips with pride, "I'm a very good city guide, is that weird?"
"No." Crowley smiled and shook her head, looking at Mike again, "You can wait in the car."
Mike nodded, turned and walked towards the van hidden in the woods in the distance.
This location is already at the boundary of the tomb area. During the process of moving tombs, many tombstones in the center of the tomb area have been removed. Most of the cemeteries on this border are no longer cared for, which means that no matter who is buried under this land, there are already relatives and friends in this world who can accept compensation from the Barton City Government.
The flames that often burst out in the center of the tomb area were slowly advancing here. As Crowley said, cherubim are rigid. This species that does not know how it appeared in the world follows a simple rule, and everything that does not conform to order must be regulated.
Therefore, those hellhounds who only serve as "guides", even if the real enemy has been displayed in the sight of the cherubim, the homeless cherubim still mechanically repeats his work - first send the hellhounds away Back to hell.
While waiting, Crowley seemed to become interested in the ground beneath her feet.
The fallen angel put his hands on his chest, and after making a motion to fiddle with his hair, he realized that his hair had already been tied behind his back. Crowley put down her hands in embarrassment, and was disappointed to find that the vampire had noticed this, with a malicious smile on her face.
"I know what you want to do, Crowley." Zach smiled and glanced around the area where they were standing. The cemetery, which is overgrown with weeds and dusty tombstones due to neglect, contrasts with the neat flat land in the center of the cemetery.
Crowley gave up her anthropomorphic movements and folded her wings behind her. Perhaps out of mutual respect, she stepped off the tombstone and looked level with the vampire. "You also said that this was Grande's 'former' tomb. district."
"Of course." The vampire blinked, "This place has nothing to do with me anymore."
It seemed that the vampire didn't care about the sorrow of these people buried under the ground, waving his hands casually, "As you can see, no one cares about them anymore. You don't need to inform me about what you want to do."
Crowley showed a smile on her face, nodded slightly, and stopped talking.
"However, I still have to remind you." Zach blinked, "This is still Anthony's land." Zach pointed to the ground, "They were also citizens of Barton City. If you want to do something, you need the city Longer allowed.”
Crowley narrowed her eyes and glanced at Zach, "Thanks for the reminder."
It is a scandal that unattended cemeteries have been stolen. Although Barton, a young city, has not experienced many things, such as the renovation of cemeteries, it is a loss for the city because of the lack of experience in dealing with them. But it is better that such a scandal does not happen. (..)