"All right."
Zach, who was sitting at the kitchen counter peeling a potato, raised his head and looked at the undead spirit who suddenly floated above his head with confusion and said "Okay", "Okay?"
"I'm helping you." Dylan embedded his body on the desk and looked at the vampire. "It's to help that Detective Lance, right? He's a good person."
"What are you talking about?" The police officer who was also helping in the kitchen looked in Zach's direction and asked doubtfully.
Zach smiled, "Nothing, I thought I heard something." He threw the peeled potatoes on the counter, "I need another drink."
The police officers curled their lips. Their duty was to protect and monitor, so when the Grand Master had one drink after another at noon, they could only curl their lips and curse inwardly.
"How did you know you were going to help James?" Zach asked, closing the kitchen door.
"I heard you were playing with the director's mind." Dylan replied emotionlessly, no, there was a hint of contempt, "Don't say you didn't notice me."
Zach tilted his head and did not deny it, "Just from hearing us talk about him, you think he is good?" He walked through the restaurant, his voice was low, and there was a smile on his face.
"No. He was the one who investigated the first case at Smith's Warehouse." Dylan floated behind Zach, and he no longer had the need to control his volume. "At the time, I just thought he was too verbose, but later I realized that he was just Responsible enough. Although his guess was a bit outrageous."
Zach thought about it. James was still holding Quist at that time. Dylan, a guy who knew the truth very well, would not be wrong to describe it as 'outrageous'.
"So you want to help him?" Zach smiled and pushed open the office door. Pers was still sitting at his desk with a gloomy face, not knowing what he was thinking.
Zach's smile was not responded to. The vampire curled his lips and took the bottle before leaving the office. He kept his smile, "But I don't want to help anymore." Zach raised his eyebrows, "Besides, there's nothing you can do to help like this."
"I can send a message." Dylan's tone was calm, but he was conscious enough. "Anyway, Crowley will join in. I'll bring your news."
Zach raised his eyebrows, "You want to contact Crowley and the devil in my name?"
The cyan translucent body swayed, as if the signal was not good. It was said right.
It seems that Fantasy Danny's education is also beneficial. Although he can't tell Dylan clearly how to go in the future. After all, the breeds are different. Danny is not qualified or impartial enough to comment on the devil's lifestyle. This gave Dylan space to think and explore on his own.
The kitchen would never go back. Zach looked at the Great Dane lying next to Benjamin's warehouse in front of the stairwell door. Open the door and walk to the warehouse.
A few people in the backyard played netball on the field that Laura had painted to teach Matthew rugby. Zach greeted them with a smile, stepped directly over the Great Dane Jin lying at the door, walked into the warehouse, and sat consciously where they could see him.
"Benjamin and I have discussed your matter." Zach's lips opened and closed slightly. People who didn't know would just think that this guy was smacking his lips after taking a sip of wine, looking like a complete drunkard.
"It's a bad habit to talk about other people behind their backs." Dylan sank into a haystack. This guy has now completely given up on keeping his distance from objects.
Zach smiled and said, "We are trying to find you a mentor." The vampire swung the glass and took another sip. "You are different from us. Everyone in Grande, although our races are different, we all have a clear purpose of existence." Zach felt that life and death were too out of place. Existence is so inclusive of everything. words.
Dylan was silent for a moment, Zach was telling the truth. Although Matthew is also new. But with Benjamin, the young wolf has no need to find his own reason for being, Alpha will tell him. As for Dylan himself, after he fully realized that he had changed from the human being he was to the thing he is now, it was difficult for him to figure out why he would continue to exist in this world in the future.
"Danny's fine," Dylan managed.
"Danny is a phantom." Zach smiled. "He tried to remain objective, but you could also feel that he was not objective enough."
Dylan thought for a moment. If a herbivore wants to explain food to a carnivore, deliberate objectivity means something else. The devil's ability to maintain the mark of other souls is the same as the fantasy man's ability to absorb blood, which is the most primitive biological behavior. But under Danny's 'teaching', Dylan had a feeling that eating meat was 'wrong'.
"You seem to have a fondness for that devil named Mike." Dylan didn't want to say that Danny had done anything wrong. Danny was actually a very responsible teacher. During this time, under Danny's explanation, he had a comprehensive understanding of the alien race that he was once completely unfamiliar with.
"Mike can't." Zach shrugged, "He, well, he often loses his form and is more deliberately impartial than Danny, but Mike can't." Zach shook his head helplessly, " I can’t guarantee that he will say bleeding or other strange words to mislead you.”
Dylan in the haystack turned to Zach, "Don't tell me, your final conclusion is that you taught me yourself."
"Even if you want to, I can't do anything." Zach smiled and looked into Dylan's eyes, "My objectivity will only be based on how easily I can deal with you." Zach blinked, "I would be a worse Dan Ni."
Dylan floated in a circle, which was the undead's unique way of rolling his eyes. His green face couldn't express this action, so he used this exaggerated way to make sure that the other party could see it.
Dylan floated back to the haystack, "If you are trying to persuade me to go to Crowley's place, it is impossible. Even if I have to remain undead forever, I will not go to her place."
That's why he had to use Zach's name to contact the other party. Carrying Grande's position, Crowley didn't dare to do anything to him.
Zach shook the cup and was very satisfied, "Of course not. In fact, we have good candidates, Constantine and Seth."
Dylan thought about it, "I can understand Constantine, why can Seth? I thought he hated being a demon."
Zach grinned, "You thought you were wrong." Zach turned his head and looked at half of his body exposed in the haystack, "Did you know you would become a demon? When you were still a human."
"No." Of course not!
"Seth knows." Zach rested his elbows on the haystack. The wine glass was pointed at Dylan, "Maybe it should be said that he worked hard and struggled throughout his life, and finally became a devil." The wine glass was put to his lips, "This is the guy who is truly worthy of respect. "
Dylan looked at Zach. It sounded like a sarcastic comment, but he said it very seriously.
"I don't know what you're trying to say."
"That's the literal meaning." Zach tilted his head, "No one will understand the devil better than him, and no one will have a clearer awareness of existence than him. These are two things you need."
"Where's Constantine?" Dylan shook his head and changed the subject.
Zach raised his eyebrows, "He also has perfect knowledge." Zach nodded in the air with his fingers holding the wine glass, "And he is a current priest, you know, priest. He is always very good at teaching this kind of thing. of."
"It sounds like you don't think very highly of Father Constantine."
Zach curled his lips, "Of course, he has joined Crowley's side, I have the right to be dissatisfied." Zach smiled and waved his hand, "You don't need to care about what I think, the relationship between these two people is a bit special, you are willing to choose There is actually no difference between anyone.”
"I don't want to choose yet," Dylan said after a moment of silence. "I also want to see for myself. I want to figure out what the devil is."
Zach glanced at Dylan. Crowley regarded her "naturalness" as a superiority and wanted to cultivate it, but the Dylan in front of her clearly regarded her "naturalness" as a burden. It’s understandable that it doesn’t feel good to be passively limited in your future.
"Of course, you have plenty of time." Zach smiled and adjusted his posture, "Now. It seems that I need to give you a reason to go to Crowley's place."
"I actually don't have any useful information." Zach curled his lips, "The police are going to conduct an undercover operation, and James and Wes will sneak into the 'Fight Club'." Zach reported the names of several bars, "These are a few. A bar where they recruit new people." Zach thought for a moment, "No. 105, Pine Rest Station. This is where they gather."
"Oh, by the way." Zach reminded Dylan, who was about to float away, "You can remind Crowley that James' behavior hurt me very much. I don't want James, I gave it to her, let her Let’s see what happens.”
Dylan spun around in the air and disappeared.
The ball flying back and forth in the courtyard hit the Great Dane. The Great Dane stood up lazily, indifferent to the whistles of several strangers and the sounds of "Good guy, pick up the ball."
Zach helplessly tilted his body and threw back the ball stuck in the grass. The Great Dane seemed to think it was dangerous to continue lying at the door, and slowly swayed to his 'master''s side, staring at Zach with both eyes.
"Don't tell me, you want to help again." Zach lowered his head, looked into Jin's big black eyes, and said helplessly.
Jin's fluffy face was just facing the vampire, no one could say that he could read what a dog was saying.
Zach shook his head, "Okay, it's up to you." Seeing Jin turning around to leave, Zach reminded helplessly, "Pay attention to your own safety, Jin. It's best to just watch from a distance."
Kim was already out of the warehouse, swinging her butt towards Zack.
We can think of this as a gold body shapeshifter with a somewhat distorted sense of purpose. Human beings who have been released by themselves cannot die inexplicably...
Zach didn't get to enjoy his lunch alone for long before Danny arrived clutching an empty bottle.
"There's news from Wander."
Zach clicked his tongue impatiently. He notified Wandel last night to inquire about the information. Only now did he respond. It was when Zach had 'given up'. The efficiency of this shadow man was really slow.
"Forget it, just pass the time." Zach took the bottle handed over by Danny and put it in his arms.
It’s been said that the vampire is a fake guy to the core. Except for vampires who can rely on the eyes of charm to let the world go their way but still have self-respect, the guys who can act outside Grande are all outside. This is the situation now. (..)