On Friday morning, Old Hank was wiping his works in the exhibition hall as usual, but Alice was not there. On the other hand, the Great Dane King was wandering around the Grand House abnormally. Occasionally he would slowly walk into the kitchen and walk around in a circle. After a while, he would chew something in his mouth and then come out again. Sit with old Hank for a while, then return to the kitchen again, and repeat.
Alice is teaching Mike how to cook, but the difference between Mike and Alice can already be seen. Mike's passion is not in the kitchen, he just wants to experience it, so, as Alice said, he just follows instructions and is mechanical and emotionless.
The only thing worth admiring is that he is rigorous enough, so the Great Dane does not care about the food he eats, and does not have the chef's 'love'.
Matthew came late today, and strangely, he didn't go directly to Benjamin, who was dazing in the backyard in front of the still damp hammock. Instead, he found Zach who was flipping through the newspaper in the office with a sad look on his face, "Zack, Zach!"
As for the title issue, this was what Zach forced him to do, but every time Matthew called him, he would be inexplicably soft-spoken.
Zach raised his eyes. Of course he wouldn't care about being late, "What's wrong?"
Matthew looked confused, "I think, well, we should go to the mill and have a look."
"What's wrong?" Zach closed the newspaper, motioned for Matthew to sit down, and asked again.
Matthew sat down nervously because he didn't know how to describe what he knew. "Well, the man from the mill yesterday, well, that's the prisoner you brought back from prison." Matthew said with a bitter look on his face.
"What's wrong with him?" Zach guided patiently without being impatient.
"He, um, he is Briar's brother." Matthew glanced at Zach and scratched his head, "Do you know Briar?" Zach shook his head. He doesn't know everyone in the South District.
After Matthew had a lot of neighbors, friends, cousins... Finally, this Brielle had some kind of relationship with Matthew.
Zach shook his head, "What happened to her?"
Matthew's head hung down for no apparent reason, "The prison didn't notify Briar at all about the death of his brother."
Zach frowned slightly, 'The best warden in Barton City'. Ah.
"Madison thought of at least informing the family, so she sent someone to tell them." Matthew raised his head, with a little bit of relief on his face. It can already be seen which side this innocent young man is on. He must be as angry about Barton Prison as his neighbors, friends, and cousins, and not grateful for the mill in Grande. Otherwise Matthew wouldn't have said this to Zach.
"By the time Briar got to the mill, the body had been cremated. Was that right?" Zach asked.
"Yeah." Matthew nodded. The expression on his face became bitter again.
"But Briar wants to be buried." Zach gave a very reasonable guess.
Matthew nodded again.
"They found you?" Zach shook his head slightly and asked.
Matthew shook his head and became nervous, "They didn't look for me, but they told me, so..." The initial sadness returned to his face, "It was a notice. They went directly to the mill."
"They didn't bring hoes and shovels, did they?" Zach asked with a chuckle.
Matthew smiled bitterly, not knowing how to respond.
Zach folded the newspaper. Standing up, he raised his eyebrows. This can be regarded as a new problem brought about by the private ownership of the funeral industry and cremation. It is really troublesome. "Go and call Benjamin. I don't want Madison to have a worse impression of me."
When Matthew nodded, he was already running towards the side door. Grande was his second home, and he didn't want people around him to have any misunderstandings about Grande.
Zach smiled and shook his head. Barton Prison cannot be entirely blamed. When the two parties finalized the contract, they never thought of giving the deceased the right to choose. They were entirely based on their own interests. I'm afraid even Anthony didn't think of this.
When walking out of the office, Mike came over. "I am coming too."
Zach raised an eyebrow but didn't refuse.
The wagon left the Grand House and headed for the mill. As Highway 27 turned east, Matthew became visibly nervous and leaned forward and backward in the back seat, trying to see ahead. He didn't quite know what kind of formation the people going to the mill would have. It would be terrible if they brought hoes and shovels as Zach said.
Nothing that worried Matthew happened. Except for a few practical pickup trucks common in the South District, it was quiet outside the mill.
The four of them got out of the car and walked directly into the mill. Before they entered the office, they heard a voice, it was Madison.
"We are sorry that this happened, but all I can do is return the ashes to Miss Brill. If you really want to insist on burial, you can contact Grande. Or I will contact you, but it cannot be free. of."
"This is wrong! How could it be like this!" A strange man's voice said, "You were cremated without our consent at all! This is your fault! Why do we have to pay to correct your mistakes!"
Zach pushed open the office, and the people crowded near the door turned their heads in confusion and looked at the four people who suddenly appeared.
Zach smiled helplessly. Madison's overly plain office was filled with people and filled with smoke, making the people inside covered in misty smoke and unclear.
Fortunately, the vampire was not averse to cigarettes, so he politely borrowed it and walked to Madison's desk.
Madison squinted her eyes and tried hard to distinguish the people approaching in the fog, "Uh, Mr. Grande, you're here."
Madison's unexciting tone made Zach even more helpless. I'm here to save you, can't you be happy
"Are you Grande?" The person who spoke to Madison before looked at Zach. He looked to be in his thirties, with a strong build and thick calluses on his palms from long-term work. But he was obviously not a rude person. He stood up from his chair. Although the expression on his face was still angry, he still stretched out his right hand and said, "Arthur Sires."
"Serys. Zachary Grande." Zach smiled and held the other person's right hand. He stretched his left hand forward and held the other person's right elbow, which brought the two bodies closer. Zach's left hand gently patted Sires' arm, as if to comfort him, and there was a trace of regret on his face, "I'm sorry that something like this would happen."
If such physical actions can solve the problem at hand, then these people have no position. However, vampires have already established the most important foundation in communication - goodwill. Therefore, you can find that Cyrus in 'Mist' frowned and looked away from Zach directly, "It's not that I'm sorry, the one who is really sad is Brielle. That's her brother."
Zach followed the gazes of the people around him and looked towards the corner of the office. In the mist, a black figure sat there silently. (..)