"Where are we going now?" Georgina, who was squatting by the wall, asked when Robert turned around.
Robert did not stay away, but peeked at the 'General' from a distance. The 'general' didn't take the half-hour deadline too seriously. He wrote on the spot for a while, then picked up a few needles shot out of the suitcase from the ground, and carefully wrapped them in clothes so as not to touch them. , just returned to the bar, I don’t know what I did, and then I ran towards the south area with an unnatural expression.
It's not that the General's heart is too big, but that he is poisoned. He knows it. He feels that he can last at least 40 minutes...
"Go to the bar," Robert answered. "The Southeast has changed, but I still want to see that bar."
Georgina didn't say anything, stood up, and followed Robert.
The general rest station looked desolate. The dark indoor tables and chairs were randomly piled up and turned over. It didn't look like it was run by anyone at all.
Robert explored and found a passage to the cellar, where he found some blood jars. It seems that the 'general' has just come back to supplement.
"There is nothing here." Georgina said the truth, "Are you sure the demon hunter you know is here?"
Robert didn't speak, he was thinking.
If he wanted to get rid of Grande, based on the information Robert knew, he knew that he had no chance at all. Not to mention the Alpha, the Banshee was a problem. But now, the trouble has become even more. Toledo of Grande apparently did not control his mouth and created descendants. Where there is the first, there is the second...
"Look for a working phone." Robert ordered, "I want to contact Eli."
Georgina had already found a phone in the dark, picked it up and listened, but there was no sound. He shook his head at Robert.
It was a long time ago that the phone lines in the bar were disabled. At the beginning of the chaos in the southeast, the targeted General Rest Stop was cut off from the possibility of calling for help. If Nuo hadn't happened to be with the 'general' at that time, there would be no 'general' today.
Robert frowned and made a motion to continue looking. With a hunter's way of thinking, he knew what was currently inside the general's rest stop. It must be safe and he can spend some time here.
"Yes." Georgina complied, but she still seemed to have some doubts, "Do we really have to inform Eli? If Zach of Grande really has a descendant, then we can get rid of him in Barton, even if we get rid of him ..." Georgina's voice trembled briefly. It was understandable that she had interacted with Zach. Although the impression is not very good, "We can't get Toledo's surname either. Eli may recall us."
Isn't that what Zach thinks? If one day he really faces Sabbat Toledo, Zach still has such a room for turning. But obviously, Robert, in his capacity as Sabbat Toledo, didn't think so.
"You're thinking wrong." Robert's voice was calm, "Tori is more or less the same." Robert nodded. Seemingly confirming his statement, "We have seen the genealogical portraits of the thirteen clans that came to this continent during the colonial period. The Secret Alliance has wiped out Toledo. Now Zach of Grande is the son of the ancestor of Toledo. 'And the only one missing from the Secret Alliance. He is now the pinnacle of the Toledo bloodline."
Robert's eyes in the darkness darkened, "Whether he continues his lineage or not, getting rid of him as the apex will be a step forward for Eli to become a real Toledo in the future. In addition to confirming that we must get rid of him, There is no need to think about anything other than purpose.”
Everyone has a different view on everything. This is a proof.
"The phones here don't work." Georgina said nothing more, "Go check the public phone outside."
Robert nodded. Before leaving, he returned to the basement of the 'General' bloodletting tank. He seemed ready to do something, but gave up after tasting it for a while. Sheep's blood, Robert didn't like.
Still in the southeast, I found a random phone booth and Robert's third call was answered. There was no loud music in the background.
"Eli." A somewhat impatient voice.
"Robert." Robert held the receiver and explained who he was first. It's a good habit.
"Ah!" The voice in the receiver changed its attitude and seemed very happy, "My favorite hunter, we are having a party!" The receiver seemed to be far away from the speaker's mouth, "Listen, everyone is enjoying it Carnival time.”
If the enjoyment he meant meant the occasional screams in the background, then it was indeed a carnival, for some people.
Robert frowned. He became the Sabbat Toledor for inhuman power and a common goal, not for hedonism. It’s better not to ignore the weak episode of him and Georgina buying biscuits before eating. This little dramatic contradiction may be useful in the future.
"We just encountered one of his descendants." 'He' is Zach, the apex of Toledo.
There was a brief silence, and the laughter from the other side of the receiver seemed to be sincere, "This is really good news! How about that descendant?! Is it strong?"
"Weak, very weak." Fortunately, the 'General' couldn't hear it. Robert continued calmly, "And I don't think that is in line with Toledo's usual aesthetic."
"Okay, very good!" The person on the receiver was very happy. "He finally relaxed and started to leave clues casually. Haha, it seems that he is really enjoying his life in Barton. Is there only one?"
Do you know what this means? We know that Ian is Zach’s first descendant after he left the Secret Alliance and evaded the bounty. It’s not that Zach is unwilling to revive the Toledo clan, but that he cannot. This is a very simple truth. When escaping, is it more convenient for one person, two people, or dragging a bunch of newborn babies
Eli was right, Zach did relax in Barton. When Ian was let go on the battlefield, Ian didn't even have the ability to move in the sun. Zach probably didn't expect Ian to survive - we understand, it was entirely because neither Anthony nor Zach could do it. Just kill.
"One, for the time being." Robert answered, "Barton seems to have changed a lot. I don't know if I will encounter new ones in the future." Robert glanced around subconsciously. The changes he was talking about naturally meant the southeast.
"Then..." the person in the receiver prolonged his voice. "We don't seem to have much time to waste, right? My favorite hunter, how about moving quickly? Kill that guy quickly before he raises an entire clan and causes other troubles. We can't keep him. This person with the highest bloodline will continue to create younger brothers randomly. Right?"
Look, Eli seems to have the same opinion as Robert.
As for the 'other troubles' he mentioned, we can correspond to the current facts, for example, Ian is beside Papa Midnight. Zach still has a circuitous path, it depends on how he uses it.
"This is not my goal alone." Robert frowned, "It would be much easier for me if you held less carnivals at the Sabbat and obtained more information." He was probably complaining. "How much information did you get about the Sabbat's knowledge of Barton? How much do you know about the power of the fallen angels here? Tell me."
Robert is still obsessed with the hint of the fallen angel. There is nothing wrong with that.
"Oh." The voice in the receiver became much colder, "I have nothing to tell you. You know how much I hate talking to Lesembras. They always look into your eyes with their smooth chins, and then look past yours. The top of their head, so you don’t know if they are distracted... "
"Tsk." Robert waved his hand in the air, "Hang up."
It's really dead.
After a short silence. Georgina looked at Robert, "Do you regret becoming Toledor of the Sabbat?"
"No." Robert glanced at Georgina. He answered simply, "When we were in the central part, the hunters took Colt too seriously. I couldn't get it, and I couldn't get their help. The aliens would only care about their own power in the central part, let alone Lend me your power. The only one who can make me come back to Barton for revenge is Eli."
Georgina pursed her lips. I stopped asking, "Where to go next? We can't stay in the southeast any longer. That Toledo will definitely come back."
"Are you willing to go to Betsy?" Robert looked at Georgina and asked. He mentioned three easy hiding places in Barton before - the southeast and Bechi. Ixton, South End.
"Uh..." Georgina looked confused. She didn't look like a girl who went to Beiqi.
"Then let's go south." Robert smiled, "The last time we came to Barton, me and I found an abandoned sea-view villa south of Ixton in the South District of Ravenchi. It was an Indian property. Vampires cannot enter. At that time, I just chose that place as a base out of habit. I didn't expect that there were actually vampires in Barton." Robert's face turned gloomy just a moment ago. He obviously recalled how he completely lost to Grande. of.
"Where are we going now?" Georgina confirmed.
"Yeah." Robert recognized the direction and smiled again. This guy is also quite skillful in changing his face. "There are no benefits of being a member of the Thirteen Clan. We can use it now, haha."
Remember, it was once explained that the reason why vampires cannot enter Indian property was Papa Midnight's measures to protect the Indian homeland against the colonists four centuries ago. The Toledo of the Sabbat are self-proclaimed. They are not colonists or members of the Thirteen Clan of Vampires.
They were not subject to the invitation restrictions set by Papa Midnight to enter the Indian estates, but they were not given the ability to act during the day by the Holy Lord as colonists, which was good and bad.
Robert took Georgina south.
However, just as He came to the southeast with the original intention of finding Seth, we can think with our toes, who will they encounter when they go to the sea view villa that Robert thought was an 'abandoned' one? Well, Saints Sissi and Thomas Gangero haven't returned from the Republic yet, and there are four 'little' Gangeros there.
Ignore them for now, let's come to Grande and see the 'General' who ran all the way and rushed to Grande with only a few pieces of clothing left hanging on his skin covered with gray spots.
"You look really bad." Zach stood on the back porch, looking like he was about to go out. The proof was that he was holding Wales, who looked reluctant, pushing Benjamin's car that had started.
The 'General' rolled over and fell in front of Benjamin's turned-on car lights. Our Alpha frowned, pushed open the car door, and leaned half of his body outside. "Are we going to Gangro's place?!" His tone was impatient. .
Benjamin spent a day training with several new employees at Saidil Security Company today. When he came back for a meal, he was constantly scratched by Sibella's resentful eyes - Sibella meant, 'Benjamin, seeing that you are not here, What did Zach do! Why do you have to stay in a place like Grande! Come with us! '
After finally sending Sibella away, oh, by the way, this means that after one afternoon, Ryan's crisis has been resolved. No one probably cares about him, so I won't mention it anymore. After sending Sibella away, Benjamin was just about to take a rest when he was asked by Zach to go out. The reason was to deliver Wales, the guy who had been left alone all afternoon, into the hands of the person who really wanted to protect him - Gangluo.
Wales is naturally unwilling, but Zach doesn't care. The point of protecting Wales is to lure the remnants of the Fight Club to show up, but luring these guys to Grande will not be of any benefit to Zach. Luding them to the founder of the club , the benefits may not be certain, but it will not do any harm to Grande.
"It seems..." Zach looked at the 'General' twitching on the ground, "It won't work today." He was assessing the 'General's' condition, "This will take all night. Help." Zach let go of Wales, He waved to Benjamin and stepped forward to pick up the 'General'.
"Who did it?" Zach's tone was quite calm. When he pulled up the 'General', he had already found the wound. There was a thin opening from the artery in the neck. Completely black markings covered the wound, like a completely rotten wound. Corpse spots, this is a symptom of the blood of the dead destroying the vampire's body. "Hunter?" Only hunters would use such despicable methods. Zach guessed half of it right, "Sibela's hunter?" That's it. Very wrong.
The 'General's eyes were occupied by gray spots, and his whole body was twitching unconsciously. He was really not in a state where he could speak. Zach shook his head and stopped making any speculations that might completely deviate from the facts. He held down the General's arms, and Benjamin roughly lifted his feet. The three of them turned into shadows and rushed into the basement.
It seemed like it was back to the time of the initial bloodletting training. The 'General' was tied to the stone platform, and the wooden stakes were mercilessly nailed to his limbs. Black blood began to soak the wooden stakes and flow down the stone platform.
Just like how Ian changed his blood to save Zach, Zach did the same thing now. The skin on the arm with the sleeves rolled up had been scratched, and it was pressed against the 'General's' mouth. The other hand was holding blood to replenish himself.
This process lasted for half an hour, and the twitching of the 'General's body began to slow down. The gray and white spots on the skin no longer spread, but it took one night to fully recover.
When Zach asked Benjamin to move the blood tank, Zach saw that the 'general' had probably gained the ability to speak, so he still remained calm and said, "You came too slowly. If you come later, nothing can be saved." is you."
"You..." 'General' was still a little weak, "I thought... I... wanted to come!!" No wonder he had been in the southeast for a while. It turned out that he didn't want to come, "You... didn't mean! I, it's... Patton... The strongest vampire...?"
The logic of 'General' is a bit, well, weird.
Zach raised his eyebrows, "Except for me." He indeed said that. At that time, he was very proud to show off his bloodline and compared it with Thomas Gangello.
"fart!!"(.)