Zach deliberately lingered in the office for a while. When he returned to the restaurant, the dinner was already over. Only the teenager Caesar who suddenly broke in was cutting the things on the plate in a hurry.
The others waited for the master to appear, signaled, and then dispersed. There were exceptions. Derek obviously had something to ask, but Old Hank didn't give him a chance. He turned to Derek gloomily with a wrinkled face, "You, come here."
Zach smiled slightly and reminded, "Hank is the oldest in the Grand House."
If Derek wants to know something about Grand Sr., Zach is reminding him that Hank Sr. is the only one who can tell him.
Let the vampire make up a random 'father' to mess with Derek? Vampires can't do it.
Zach and Caesar were the only two people left in the restaurant. Zach naturally carried his dinner plate and stood next to Caesar. With a few clicks, the untouched food on the plate was placed on Caesar's plate.
Caesar looked around to make sure no one was disturbing them. He chewed the food and rolled his eyes, "Who is that guy?"
The vampire raised his eyebrows, with a hint of amusement in his heart, "Now that I think about it, it's the same situation as you."
Zach was referring to coming to see his dead father.
"What?" Caesar swallowed the food in his mouth, tugged the corner of his mouth, and shook the knife, "You watched his father die, refused to save him, and then buried him here?"
"Hmph." Zach crossed his arms, looked at the sconce on the wall, and raised his eyebrows, "You are right to say that."
Caesar frowned, "Who is he?" Obviously this kid was not in the mood to play guessing games with Zach.
"Derek Grand." Zach tilted his head and reached out to pick up the wine glass.
Caesar stopped cutting the beef, looked at Zach, twitched the corners of his mouth, and clicked his tongue. Action resumes. The two stopped talking.
Zach waited for Caesar to finish eating, then patted Caesar on the shoulder, "Have you finished? Let's go see your first father." He threw back the car keys and said, "You drive."
Caesar took the key, disgust flashing across his face. "Is Anthony coming to pick me up?"
Zach nodded, already carrying the dirty dishes to the kitchen, and casually threw them into the sink.
"Don't expect me to return the car." Caesar held the car keys and said gloomily like a criminal with a dark psychology.
"Then let's tear it down." Zach smiled and walked back to the restaurant, holding Caesar in his arms and walking to the back porch.
Under the dark night, a black Hermann was parked in Grande's backyard. Zach raised his eyebrows, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat.
The black 'Herman' circled out of Grande's backyard and headed west. Heading towards Grand Cemetery.
The North Park is the place where guilty people are buried. The black 'Hermann' turns directly at the border of the North Park and drives towards the South Circle.
After the previous wave of grave-moving, Grande began to regularly hire surrounding farmers to maintain the environment of the cemetery, so the cemetery at night looked much neater than this time last year. At least weeds won't cover up the tombstones.
But don't worry about the two guys visiting the cemetery at night not being able to find their way. Aisela's first husband was not an ordinary person. Although his cemetery is not as exaggerated as Quinn's archangel statue, it is eye-catching enough. 'Herman' stopped at the South Park boundary. The vampire and the teenager walked towards a gray-white tombstone that stood abruptly on the dark continent.
Caesar stood in front of the tombstone and didn't seem to want to read the words on the tombstone. He seemed to have no respect for the deceased and frivolously wiped the tombstone with his fingers.
"Don't you usually clean up?" Caesar frowned. My feet in well-oiled leather shoes kicked against the bottom of the tombstone, picking up a few weeds that had just emerged.
"Us?" The vampire smiled and shook his head, "What you see has been cleaned." Zach raised his eyebrows, "Do you want us to take special care of 'him'?"
Caesar pouted. After going around in a circle, "Isn't anyone looking at this guy?"
'This fellow', this is what Caesar actually called his first father, even worse than calling Antony by his surname. I don’t know, why did this kid call his current father, ‘Hey’
"I don't know." Zach shrugged and looked at the words on the tombstone. Under the name and surname were engraved the life scale of the deceased, fifty-seven times of the four seasons. According to vampires, the people buried here lived a fairly fulfilling life.
As for whether anyone came to see him? Isn't his son here? Count him as one.
Caesar crossed his arms and rubbed them up and down. The summer night was not cold, and the night wind was moist and warm. This action could only be because this was a cemetery.
"Let's go, there's nothing to see here." Caesar turned his head and seemed to want to leave.
"Are you leaving just like that?" Zach smiled and glanced at the clear night sky. The stars were dotted and sunk deeply into the vampire's eyes. Zach looked back at Caesar, "The rare things are here, I don't have anything to say..." Zach frivolously stretched out a finger and pointed at the uncleaned cemetery, "Do you want to tell him?"
Caesar lowered his head, thought for a while, walked towards the tombstone again, squatted in front of the tombstone, looked directly at the name on the tombstone, and opened his mouth.
"Today." Caesar closed his mouth again, moved his pursed lips, and then continued, "It would be great if you were here." There was an inexplicable smile on Caesar's face, and the cemetery became even colder. "That way, everyone will be here."
The boy who really felt cool squatted in front of the tombstone, gesturing with the name on the tombstone with his fingers, and chuckled, "Haha. Ethera and her men are here."
Zach remained silent, and the vampires in the night listened quietly to the human monologue.
"You!" Caesar pointed his finger at the tombstone, "Of course, there is also me, the son you don't want." He raised his hand, "And Anthony! You still remember Anthony, right." Caesar's gaze shifted slightly, "Anthony Now that he's the mayor, you know, I don't think you'll call him 'boy' or 'guy who relies on women' anymore, he has more power than you now."
Caesar took a deep breath and changed the direction of his legs that supported his body. "You know, I think you are right. Anthony is a guy who relies on women." Caesar curled his lips, "You won't believe this. Anthony took away Ai As a result of Sera's management for more than ten years, he became the mayor, and then, of course, you will be very happy, he also kicked Aesla away. "
Will the vampire remind Caesar that calling one's mother by her first name is not something a well-bred child should do? let us see. He didn't seem to know how, and stood quietly aside, expressionless, not knowing what to think about.
"Yes." Caesar gave up his current posture again and sat down cross-legged in front of the tombstone. "You heard me right. Anthony didn't want her anymore. He became the mayor and then got rid of her." Caesar raised his hand on In front of him, he snapped his fingers, "Clean! Just like this."
Caesar paused for a while, and then began to nod inexplicably. Don't ask me who he was nodding to. He sat in front of the tombstone, his eyes having lost focus. "I think you should learn from Anthony." He hit two more times. Snap your fingers, snap, "Clean and tidy, no procrastination, no entanglement."
Caesar laughed, "I think you can understand it now, right." Caesar knocked on the tombstone, "Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."
Silence ushered in again. I don’t know whether talking to oneself in the cemetery at night makes people feel colder, or whether silence makes people feel colder.
"Oh! By the way." Caesar seemed to remember something, "I missed one of Aesela's men."
Which situation is colder can only be judged by everyone. The vampire who doesn't know what he is thinking can't give us any clues for reference. As for the person involved, Caesar, haha, he said it.
"I just told you that Antony left us..." Caesar suddenly paused, "Yes, us, including me." He waved his hands in front of his face, "I know you won't care anyway, I just mentioned it. That's all." He breathed out, "You know Aisela, there's no surprise, it's her third man."
Caesar bared his teeth, frowned and thought. He held his chin for a long time, then spread his hands and said, "I'm sorry, I really can't think of anything he can say."
Caesar raised his eyebrows, "Of course he is very rich. Obviously, Ethela chose him. He must be of some use, right." Caesar twitched his lips, "Just like you have connections, Anthony has fame. This man has Money." Caesar thought for a while, "I think he seems to be a descendant of some merchant family from Newton."
Caesar thought for a while and shook his head, "This person really has nothing to say. I think he might also want to take advantage of Athera's connections in Barton." Caesar shrugged, with a sneer on his face, "I can't say Whether he is successful or not, now it seems that Esera is using him more smoothly."
Caesar lowered his head and began to fiddle with the toes of his shoes, peeling off the soft soil adhering to them. "To be honest, they seem to be a very suitable couple now. He will not disturb or interfere with everything about Aisela, nor will he He's obedient enough. He's way better than you and Anthony."
"As for me." Caesar thought for a while, "In fact, I didn't say anything to him except asking for money." Caesar shrugged, "No matter how much I ask for, he will give it as an advantage." Caesar shook his head. He shook his head and sneered, "Humph, I know you don't care about this either. That's it."
After a short silence, Caesar stood up and patted his soil-stained pants expressionlessly, "I'm done talking about Aesela and her men." He fiddled with the stains behind him, "I think today It would be really interesting if you were here, so come and see you."
Caesar looked at the vampire and said, "Let's go."
A smile appeared on Zach's face, he patted Caesar's back and took out the car keys from his pocket, "Next, let's get rid of this eyesore."
Caesar shrugged indifferently, "What are you going to do?"
"Just like before." Zach blinked, "Bumped."
Will anyone be curious? (..)