Let's start with the order from near to far, from familiar to unfamiliar.
Next to Barton, Newton.
Someone with dark eyes behind a Roman desk raised his eyebrows, put down the newspaper, and dialed a phone number.
Taking advantage of the short time before the call was connected, we glanced at the newspaper that was put down -
'The former chief of the Barton South District Police Department went on a murder spree and was shot dead on the spot...'
"Aisela~" answered, "I see your losses, it's time to talk about cooperation..."
"She's not here." Caesar's voice said, "Call the office." The indifferent tone of a teenager.
"Ah! You must be Caesar."
"Zacchaeus." The young man said in an impatient tone, "The office phone number is xxxx..."
Bye.
The man with dark eyes was stunned for a moment while holding the receiver, squinting his eyes and curling up the corners of his mouth, and continued to dial the number.
"Caesar, can you wait until your mother comes back and tell her to call me back."
"No." Very simply. Hangs up again.
The corners of his mouth could no longer curve, and the guy with dark eyes began to frown more and more tightly, and the skin at the corners of his eyes was cracked.
"Tsk." The man pressed the corner of his eye. When he released it, the torn skin healed. He dialed the number again, "If you hang up on me again, I will tear your soul into a thousand pieces."
There was silence on the other side of the receiver for a while, and the voice seemed to be speaking to someone other than the receiver, "Alice, if my soul is broken into a thousand pieces, can you recover?"
The small and helpless reply was, "Is it Sissi? Don't mess with her, eh, you shouldn't hang out with her..." It was Alice's voice, "Okay, put it away, I also added a Protective witchcraft, now it is impossible for your father to break it himself, unless he uses silver... Uh, okay, let's not talk about it, Caesar, let's go to school."
The voice spoke into the microphone, "If you can tear it apart, then do it." It still had the indifferent tone of a teenager, and then changed its tone into an impatient question, "Uh, who are you?"
The black-eyed man did not answer, but fell silent. After the silence, "The Sissi in your mouth cannot be a saint by coincidence. This name is not common."
"Who are you?" he asked impatiently.
The dark-eyed man's eyes twitched and his skin cracked again. He didn't care and hung up the phone. The blackness in his eyes began to roll.
After a moment, he began to speak into the air.
"Give me a new container."
"The mayor died suddenly and disappeared... I don't care what the news will say! I hate this container! Find me a new one! Then make him the new mayor!"
"I don't care if the mayor is elected! I don't want to wait! I want a new container and Newton will have a new mayor!"
"Very good. One more thing, withdraw support for Barton Aesera."
"Yes, otherwise what do I mean! Acquire all the properties of Aisela's husband's family, and I want him to go bankrupt."
"Why? Why do I need an explanation? Follow my orders!"
"Tsk. The sooner the better. Okay, just do it. I don't want to see a penny of Newton's money go to the hands of people who are involved with the Saints. Very good, keep me informed of the progress."
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Farther away.
Central, Salem.
Yuehua curled her mouth and turned over on the messy bed. Her white and smooth arms directly wrapped around Baiying on the pillow after turning over. The newspaper had been folded and stood in front of Baiying who had just opened his eyes. "Look, Zha Gram is doing fun things again.”
Baiying brushed away her long and messy hair, looked at a sketch photo in the newspaper, frowned slightly, and thought.
"Don't remember? My grandmother once told me that the ancestor of Mokavi married one man after another, and was finally abandoned."
Baiying's eyebrows widened and turned into a smile, "Then I discovered that the black witches are all women~" He turned over on the already messy bed and pressed himself against Yuehua, "I spent an unforgettable journey of self-discovery~ Finally , married to a landscape painting~"
She is indeed a woman who only talks about the important points. The newspaper has been thrown under the bed, making the bed more messy...
"Moonlight and Hundreds of Shadows." Outside the closed door, a strange voice seemed to be very young, "It's time for the assembly."
"Uh, I almost forgot." Yuehua raised her head from Baiying's long hair, shook her head helplessly, and glanced at the door, "Come in."
The door opened. Although she lowered her head carefully, she didn't need to. The black witch waved her hand, and all the mess disappeared. Even the newspapers on the floor returned to the bedside table.
Yuehua Baiying wrapped herself in a bath towel and walked to the bathroom. "Is there any news from the committee?" Yuehua asked.
"Do you want to vote?" The young Indian girl picked up the newspaper casually, "No, but I think the committee members seem to have reached some consensus, and they seem to have a tacit understanding with each other. We will know when the voting results come out."
There was already the sound of water in the bathroom, but I don’t know what method the black witch used, but the voice of the conversation was still clear and unaffected, "Well, that means the tickets are full, either everyone goes to Barton, or everyone stays in Salem .”
The girl looked at the sketch photo and then read the report, showing a thoughtful look. She always felt that Mokavi, who married the painter, had heard of it somewhere, "What about you? You are the ones who went to Barton in person. What do you want?" Do you want to stay or want to go?”
"For us~" Yuehua smiled, "Our opinions are not important, only the results of the vote are important."
The girl curled her lips and said, "It's unfair. Old ladies who have never been there are asked to vote on such an important matter. You who have actually experienced it first-hand don't have the right to vote."
"That's what's fair~" Yuehua only said the first half of the sentence.
The important second half of the sentence is Baiying, "People who have personal experience have subjective feelings, which will affect judgment. Only a committee that only receives information can make the most objective and correct judgment. You are too young to understand things." There’s a lot to learn.”
The girl pursed her lips and said, "Tell me more about Alice Firefly. What about her? There should be fewer things she doesn't understand." This should be a girl's petty temperament.
"It's Alice Grand." Yue Hua corrected, "She doesn't necessarily know much. Her teachers are Toledo and Alpha."
"I remember you said that when you first went there, she didn't understand anything."
"That's for herself and the Banshee. She knows a lot about other things. You forgot that we said that she has a human friend, or a human friend who accepts her. What about you~"
The girl blushed and whispered, "I have no chance. I was sent to Salem when I was five years old. Where do ordinary people come from..." The volume returned to normal and she raised her eyebrows, "You like Grande very much, right? So I actually support going to Barton."
Yuehua emerged from the bathroom, stretched out her wet arms, and pointed somewhere, "Dry towel." The girl acted obediently, Yuehua continued without expression, "Of course. In the middle of the chaos,' Cole Colt's threat may involve us at any time, but in Barton, there is no possibility of us being threatened by Colt. Of course, what I think is impossible is subjective after getting along with Grande."
Two towels were handed to Yuehua, "Do you think the 'Colt' on Toledo's hand is real? Well, or is the 'Colt' in the middle a fake one?"
"Don't think about such unanswered things." Baiying's voice accompanied her as she came out wrapped in a bath towel, with red spells flipping her wet hair.
"Actually, I also want to go to Barton." The girl pursed her lips, "Salem has protected me, and I also want to protect others. The wizards that Sibella wants to protect, like us, were all abandoned by their families. People, now they have no power to protect themselves.”
"Haha." Yuehua patted the girl's head, "Don't underestimate Barton. When there was no 'enchantment', Sibella protected her retired life very well. She was wanted by the entire secret alliance. Ruido also protects himself very well, and the Alpha who lost the wolf pack also protects himself very well. Even now, the fallen angels also protect themselves very well."
The girl seemed to be convinced. She pursed her lips and nodded, "There are saints and angels..."
Yuehua looked at Baiying, both of them had helplessness in their eyes, which turned into silent smiles. Because I really don’t know where Barton’s peace came from. I didn’t understand it when I was in Barton, and I don’t understand it now.
"Okay. Assembly."
With all their appearance and clothes ready, the three black witches set off.
…
A little further.
Or the middle part, I don’t know where. Let’s get to know the characters...
The woman huddled in the damp and cold underground passage trembled, raised her hand, and blocked the water droplets that were about to fall on a moldy picture frame next to her. Hidden under the messy and tangled hair, a pair of dark red eyes looked at a child shaking water droplets in this direction.
"Stop!" A middle-aged man stopped the child from swinging the umbrella, and at the same time gave the woman an apologetic look, "You threw it on this lady." The man's expression returned to seriousness, and he looked at My own child, "Hurry up and apologize."
"I'm sorry." The child pursed his lips and looked at the woman's dirty face.
The man looked at the woman, his expression changed to apologetic, and he also clearly noticed the woman's predicament. It seems to be a homeless woman. The wooden board (picture frame) tightly protected by her side is probably her bed.
The man held an umbrella that was still dripping in one hand, raised his leg to hold his bag, and began to rummage through it. It seems that this man is not a rich man: he is dressed in ordinary work clothes and takes his children through the underground passage on a rainy day. He obviously does not have a car and has to send his children to school in person.
The red eyes under the woman's messy hair faded away, and she didn't want to pay attention to it. She is not hungry now. Look, this underground passage should have been crowded with real homeless people on rainy days, but there was only her here, with the picture frame on her back.
Paji.
The man did hold an open wallet in his hand, but a folded newspaper fell to the wet ground.
The woman only glanced away, unable to look away.
This is a newspaper that has obviously been opened to half folded. In the small grid at the corner, there is a sketch photo, which is being soaked in water and becoming darker.
"Well… "
"Dad's newspaper..."
The man stopped the child who was trying to pick up the newspaper and said, "Forget it." He took out more than twenty pieces and placed them in front of the woman who seemed to be in a daze. Without waiting for a grateful response, he took his child and left.
The woman was left, tremblingly picking up the newspaper, staring at the water-stained sketch, and glanced at the title.
"Fart!!" Her voice echoed in the underground passage, causing the father and son to quicken their steps, "What the hell is Elena! What generation of little bitch-! Why don't I recognize her! Why do you use my mother's face? Go blow people up! Who the hell is Darcy! What a rotten place is Barton!"
The focus is a bit weird, but it's okay, Mokawi are all crazy, Zach said.
…
The last time we went far, it was already a complete stranger to us.
The easternmost city in the west.
Hooded men stood in a circle in front of a Cozier store. The girl who ran the shop walked past these people tremblingly and opened the door tremblingly.
"First, gentlemen, I, we still have half, half an hour before we officially open for business..." No one responded to her. She quickly closed the door, ran to the counter, picked up the phone covertly, and started dialing.
There is no point in doing this at all. In order to better attract customers to enter the store, the store has no walls, only transparent glass windows. What she is doing inside can be clearly seen by people outside. He heard it clearly.
"She called the police." A hooded man spoke with a male duck voice, which was really ugly.
"None of her business." Another hooded man spoke in a normal voice. He was holding a newspaper in his hand, which he had picked up on the steps in front of the store. He pursed his lips and handed out the newspaper in his hand, "Look at this, Mokawi who married the painting." He raised his head briefly, revealing the side of his face. An ugly man with a face full of pitfalls. It must be the consequences of not being able to control his own hands in his teenage years.
"The portrait is correct." The hooded woman said, "The name is wrong." She was confused, raising her head as if to ask for everyone's opinion, uh, it's not a girl, it's a boy, uh, or it's a girl, long. But it's a man...
"Barton. I've never heard of this city." It's better not to tell who is speaking.
"Eastern, Massachusetts." Some people still know, "The city of fallen angels."
"Where did you hear that? It's obviously Alpha's city."
"You are all wrong. It is a wizard's city. I heard that the wizard established some kind of barrier there..."
"From the Sabbat. The city where Cozier settled in personally, this Darcy, is also from the Sabbat."
"Uh." The cheating man took back the newspaper, "What happened to us? We don't have any accurate information."
No one spoke.
The man with a duck voice spoke, "We are only good at receiving intelligence, sorting and applying it is Toledo's business..." He shut up, and everyone shook their heads together. As if in silence.
"Wait a minute." The ugly man raised his head sharply, "Toledo..." He must have thought of something, "This Barton, is it possible that there is someone powerful who knows about Mokawi?"
Under the hood, their eyes were rapidly communicating with each other.
Dark red light flickered in the ugly faces.
Someone spoke again, "The police are coming soon. Do we still want to talk to Kozier about a deal?"
"I can't vote." The male-female guy said, "We have all seen the last artificial species. He has lost the hope of continuing the race. Because of Kozier's use, we really want to cooperate with that artificial species. It is the same?"
"But for revenge, we can only trade with Kozier!" someone said.
Someone added, "We can only let Kozier be the middleman and deal directly with the Sabbat. If it's just us, the end will be even worse."
"But..." The cheating man spoke again, "We don't know whether the Sabbat Toledo's bloodline secret is of value to the Sabbat. If nothing can be exchanged for it, not only will we not be able to avenge our compatriots, we may not be able to avenge ourselves either. Sold by Kozier in a blink of an eye..."
Everyone stopped talking again.
Police sirens blare on the street corner.
The hoods moved, and under the care of the sun that was still slanting in the east, they either turned around or dispersed as they moved forward, disappearing among the shadows of cars, the obstruction of buildings, and the confusion of pedestrians.
There was left a girl who ran out of the store in a panic and explained to the police in confusion.
Go ahead and be confused, Nofeile is the clan that is best at hiding among the thirteen clans.
Late synopsis: When Georgina and Robert were in the middle, the Sabbat Toledo slaughtered a member of the Nophele clan to practice their skills with them. Diary of Android Earl's great-great-grandfather, the free Android team was used by Kozier. (.)