Back to Grande.
After seeing the pigeons on the windowsill of the office on the second floor, Zach ignored it and went to the living area to take a look at Scott...
When Scott came to Grande for an interview, we defined him, right? The daily helplessness of cruel reality. This is his helplessness. He has no place to escape and can only go back to Grande, his only chance to have a stable job and life.
Entering the living area, almost all the new employees hired yesterday have arrived, and they are busy with their settlement in Grande. Even though they were not familiar with the habits of their boss, no one came to talk to Zach.
While everyone was busy with their own affairs, there was only one idler in the living area, Milo.
Milo was at the door of Scott's room and saw Zach coming, "What did you do to him? He looked like he was scared to death when he came back."
Zach glanced at Milo and was too lazy to pay attention. After listening to the commotion inside, it seemed that nothing extreme had happened. Zach then told Milo, "He is your responsibility." It was Milo's attitude last night that caused trouble. Zach would not clean his butt. .
After confirming that there would be no social news in Grande when a new employee arrived, Zach was ready to go to the office to face the Gangrel clan ancestors.
But Milo followed Zach out of the living area, "You are targeting me. How do I know that Grande's principle is to hide aliens? Toledo is a Sabbat vampire, isn't it? The Sabbat is an environment where humans of alien races know each other. Isn't it?" Traveling through the backyard, "Half of your new employees are aliens and half are humans, and everyone lives in the same environment. Sooner or later, everyone will find out what each other is. It was just me and Scoo yesterday. I specifically mentioned aliens, and then they are my responsibility?" Stepping onto the back porch, "This is your boss's job and your responsibility. If you recruit employees with mixed compositions, you should have your solution, right? It’s the old man like me who should worry about this.”
Zach stopped at the door of the stairwell because he didn't want Milo to continue to follow him. "You're right, I should think of a solution before hiring you employees..." Zach really looked like he was thinking about it. After half a second, "Oh wait, I have a solution called 'Whoever caused the trouble is responsible'." He waved his hand to the blinking Milo, "Your trouble is in the room, don't worry about me." It’s a waste of time here.”
Milo, who was blinking, became serious and frowned, "You understand that the aliens who are settling in the living area now think that they can be themselves here and no longer have to hide themselves in human society, so they came here to be your employees. Yes."
"Did I stop you from being yourself?" Zach asked.
Milo was stunned for a moment, frowned and said nothing. That’s right, no one stops anyone from being themselves, Zach’s only requirement is responsibility!
Zach waved his hand again, walked into the house without saying anything, went upstairs, walked into the office, glanced at the pigeons on the window sill, shook his head helplessly, and opened the window, "Do you want to come in?"
Pigeon Mung Bean looked at Zach and remained motionless on the windowsill.
Zach sat down on the chair and faced the window sill, "When did you wake up? Your messenger went to wake you up when the Secret Alliance left the center?"
The pigeon was as unresponsive as a statue.
Zach curled his lips, "Okay, you want to ask Simon Gangro, I guess, you have already met him, what do you already know and what do you want to know from me? You have to at least ask more specifically. Bar."
The pigeon moved, its head turned sideways to spread its wings, and its sharp beak stroked the feathers on its side back and forth.
Zach knew that the other party was deliberately wearing down his patience. Hey, "I've been very worthy of the Gangro clan, okay." Zach was really helpless, "I know you hate me, but I have tried my best to make up for it. When Gangro defected during the colonial war, it was I convinced everyone not to hold the Gangro clan accountable. It was I who brought Gangro into the Secret Alliance during the Secret Alliance period. No matter what Gangro’s life was like outside, the Secret Alliance will always have a place for them to survive. It’s also me , solved the werewolf threat caused by the blood of Gangaro, and kept Gangaro's position. Even now, it is me who has allowed Gangaro to join the Sabbat, and I will have support in the future... "
This needs no further explanation. The identity used by Simon Gangro is the identity rotation system of the Sabbat. At that time, we analyzed the effects of this operation in detail.
And in this whole paragraph, Zach just wanted to tell the Gangro clan that I once made an unintentional mistake and insulted the Gangro's self-esteem. To this day, I must have paid back enough.
The dove's head was still under its raised wings, but a human voice appeared, "This is what I want to ask about, Simon's Sabbat identity."
Zach's words were interrupted, and his open mouth tilted, "Okay, what problems do you have with this identity?"
"Simon told me that his identity can automatically rotate within twenty years, and he will never have to think about his human identity forever. Is that true?"
"Yes." Zach answered simply and affirmatively.
"I want one."
Zach was quiet for a while, "Do you want one?" Order
"I want one." The pigeon repeated, finally smoothing down its fur and looking at Zach again.
Zach opened his mouth, closed it again without saying anything, and then nodded, "Okay, I'll get you one." Then he immediately turned around, picked up the phone on the desk, and called Naina from Allen's funeral De phone. Simon's identity was handled by Nanad, and there was no reason not to... Zach stopped dialing the number halfway. After a brief pause, he hung up the phone and dialed again.
Pigeon watched Zach's movements on the window sill, but there was no movement.
The call went through, "Joey, it's me." Zach called his Toledo! Now Toledo has real power in the Sabbat~ There is no need to trouble the Cappadocia clan~ "Prepare an identity for me, male, between 30 and 40 years old, social class..." Zach looked back at the pigeon and saw Pigeon didn't respond, "Middle class, the kind of people who can do whatever they want up or down. In terms of work..." Looking back at Pigeon, there was still no reaction. Zach curled his lips and said, "Unemployed."
The person on the other side of the receiver was obviously a little confused about this request, but he didn't ask, just, "Is it okay to inherit the inheritance?"
"Perfect." Zach pursed his lips, "Give it to me as soon as possible."
"Two days." Joey on the other side of the receiver responded, and the phone hung up.
Zach faced the pigeon again, "Do you want anything else?"
The pigeon didn't respond, and Zach pursed his lips, "At least tell me, besides me, Simon, or your Gangrels, who else knows that you woke up." Another clan ancestor who woke up, Zach actually It's impossible to predict what it means. And this question is a test.
The pigeon still didn't respond.
Zach wanted to sigh, but held it back, "Then you have to tell me, should I keep it a secret or feel free to tell you about your appearance as a dove? Otherwise, it will be another siren attack four centuries ago. Gro's self-esteem has become a random lottery in my hand. You hate this kind of thing, right?"
The pigeon spoke, "The random lottery four centuries ago allowed you, Toledo, to compensate the Gangro clan for four centuries. I don't think I should hate this kind of thing, what do you think?"
Well…
Zach understood, he was being blackmailed!