After the Gale and his wife had breakfast, they walked to the cemetery in the west under the leadership of Old Hank. Since Sibella temporarily lives in Grande, there is no need to provide Papa Midnight with the opportunity to use the walking dead in the cemetery.
To the south of Benjamin's warehouse was the newly built actual warehouse where the stones shipped from the Ford Funeral Home were piled. Of course, in addition to the stones, the items originally transferred from the Grand West Cemetery were also cleared out of the werewolf's warehouse and piled here.
Benjamin opened the dark green dust cover, chose a large truck that suited his taste, drove out of the Grand House, turned onto Highway 7, and drove to Sam's breeding factory.
The sun slowly climbed up in the east, and when it reached directly above the city of Barton, Benjamin drove a large truck and returned from Route 7, dragging a group of 'cargo'. The werewolf's arms were stretched out the car window, in response to the drums on the radio, for fear of knocking on the car door.
At the back end of the truck, in the skyless cargo box, more than a dozen sheep were gathered together in a rustling group. In the minds of these sheep, they don't know whether the high-moving platform they are on (the truck) is more terrifying, or the 'wolf' driving the truck is more terrifying.
In fact, they were overly worried. This is a story about a wolf dragging a group of sheep to serve as food for a ghost.
The Grande House has a new member with special dietary needs, and these sheep are for him.
When turning from Highway 7 onto Grande's road, Benjamin turned the steering wheel and glanced at a car parked on the side of the road.
A hollow 'Hermann' logo stands on the front of the black car body. As the mayor of Barton, it is natural to support local businesses. Anthony sat blankly on the driver's seat, with a long line of gray ash accumulated in front of the cigarette butt on his lips.
"Do you want to go in or not?" Benjamin stopped next to the car, stretched out his long and thick arm, and knocked his knuckles directly on the car.
The cigarette ash in front of Anthony's mouth broke, and he leaned sideways to look out of the passenger window.
The werewolf looked down at Anthony. The mayor, who had begun to gain weight, seemed to have been carefully dressed. He is wearing a straight black formal suit, a dark blue tie buried under the collar of a pure white shirt, and a gold tie clip pinned to his chest.
It was just that he was too 'dressed up', and the tight collar and tie made a deep mark on his fat neck. After middle age, his face began to spread horizontally and became a little red.
Benjamin tilted his head, looked at Anthony, and grinned, "Nice tie."
Anthony became inexplicably angry, threw away the cigarette butt from his lips, and sat up straight, the leather seat making a squeaking sound under his body. Anthony flicked the cigarette ashes that fell on his body. The gray smoke traces left gray traces on his clothes as he fiddled with them randomly.
Anthony was irritated for a while, his brows knitted together, he grabbed the hem of his clothes and rubbed it quickly, but the stain became wider and wider. He slapped his hands on the steering wheel angrily, and a sudden whistle sounded on the gravel road, startling the birds resting on the trees on the roadside.
Anthony's chest heaved, and he wanted to take a deep breath, but the restraints of his collar prevented him from taking a deep breath. He violently tore off Mo Lan's tie, threw it aside, and unbuttoned his collar. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, put his hands on the steering wheel again, and released his foot from the brake.
Watching the car continue to move forward, Benjamin shrugged. The two brothers were quite similar in some respects.
The truck also moved forward again, and Anthony stopped outside the front porch of the Grand House. After getting out of the car, he seemed to give up on grooming himself, and opened the door of the Grand House with his coat and collar open.
Instead of turning into Grande's backyard, Benjamin went straight ahead, bypassing the front yard. There is a pasture on the west side of the Grand House, separated by a forest. Like most residents in the South Side, the Grand House has its own barn. As for fields, Grande didn't have any, they had cemeteries. It’s no wonder that citizens in the North District think that the South District is rural.
Benjamin parked the truck and lowered the guardrail of the trunk. The werewolf jumped on the front of the car, clapped his hands, and the frightened sheep rushed into the sheepfold in a cluster without having to be driven away, as if they were running for their lives. I wonder how long it will take for the new flock to discover that their fate is much 'happier' than staying at Sam's farm.
Benjamin walked to the back of the shed, took out the filled blood tank, released a few depressed sheep, added some fodder to them, and returned to the truck with the blood tank.
Yesterday afternoon's 'blood transfusion' almost emptied Zach's blood bank. While Zach and Ian were chatting, Benjamin was already thoughtfully stocking up on new food for his 'brother'...
When I got in the car, I happened to see Hank and Hayate coming back from the west cemetery for lunch. They asked the three of them to get in the car and then drove to the backyard of the Grand House.
"Your cemetery is just like a wasteland." Sibera suddenly said while sitting in the car. Her face looked a little tired. The continuous casting of spells all morning had consumed a lot of her mental energy. Corden's strong arms kept He hugged his wife with a distressed expression.
Old Hank snorted. Apparently, the owner of the previous generation of Grande was not very satisfied with the management of this generation.
Benjamin was a little embarrassed, Old Hank, which side are you from? Most of the guests who came to Grande were scolded away by this old man! In the past ten years, many people have been scared away by Hank in the showroom before they even entered Zach's office. This guy didn't want anyone to express any opinions on the coffins he made!
"You should start from the North Campus. The rest of the area is basically rotten and has no mobility." Benjamin looked at Sibella and responded.
Siberia nodded, "You live a more closed life than we thought."
Benjamin frowned, he didn't quite understand Sibella's words. It was not far from the pasture to the Grand. Benjamin could not continue the topic, so he parked the car and everyone walked to the restaurant.
It was a silent lunch, and Grande’s table was rarely full. It was not a scene where outsiders were present some time ago and had to be pretentious. At this time, everyone here knew the true nature of Grande. It was supposed to be a time to talk with each other and open up, but everyone seemed to be surrounded by an invisible wall and no one spoke.
After a less than harmonious lunch, everyone dispersed. Hayate is still going to the cemetery, and Old Hank seems to be very familiar with them and has been walking with them. Zach and Benjamin were sitting in the office. Fortunately, the vampire was not eavesdropping. The isolation of a layer of cement was not enough to block his hearing. Benjamin, on the other hand, deliberately tilted one of his pointed ears to listen to the conversation between the two Anthony brothers in the basement.
The werewolf's head suddenly froze, and he glanced at the vampire with a contemptuous smile. Sometimes he shook his head regretfully, not knowing who he was helping by accusing him of being a vampire. From time to time, he pretended to be concerned and asked the vampire: "It seems like there's a fight. Do you really don't need to persuade him?"
Zach glared at Benjamin, "Don't you have anything else to do?"
Benjamin shook his head: "No." But immediately, he seemed to remember something, "Sibella, we live a very closed life."
Zach frowned, ignoring the middle-aged brother and young brother in the basement for the time being, and returned his attention: "Escape from the outside world is the survival rule of the alien race."
Benjamin retracted the partial alpha of his ears with a thoughtful look on his face, "'Closed,' I think she meant something else."
Zach thought for a while, smiled and shook his head: "This woman is really difficult to please. When I visited her last time, I thought Grande was arrogant, but now she has become closed off again."
Benjamin also smiled, and his thoughts seemed to have an answer. His eyes shifted, "So, does she mean that we isolate ourselves from alien races?"
That's exactly it.
When the vampire first accepted permission to enter Hayate's house, the Hayate couple seemed to have a lot of objections to Grande's sudden fame. Aliens should follow the principle of escaping from the world and live in the shadow of human society, not in the sunshine. There should be a clear boundary between humans and aliens. This is how those low-level aliens are created.
However, after the desolation of the tomb area, Sibera became closed again, which represented the isolation of Grande from foreign society. In Sibera's knowledge, a cemetery controlled by a vampire and a werewolf should not be so deserted. Under that layer of soil, there should be a 'sign' belonging to a foreign race. Sibella was already ready to 'see' the broken human corpses. This was the human prejudice against foreign races.
But in fact, those cemeteries are really deserted. These two aliens seem to have lost their 'marks' of aliens and are living like ordinary people.
"This is what we want." Zach looked at Benjamin: "I, you, Anthony, and I hope that James will help us in the future. We will build Barton into a city that is isolated from outside interference. We should be proud of it."
Benjamin was silent for a while and then said, "Do you still remember what Papa said at the West End Cemetery at midnight?"
"'Why should I waste time in Massachusetts?'" Zach leaned back in his chair and repeated Papa's midnight words, seeming to be lost in memories, "If I, 'Toledo' still exists in the 'Secret Alliance' , I will also leave Massachusetts, and even leave the Federation."
Benjamin smiled and seemed to have entered the memory mode. Since the vampire has enabled the 'if' sentence, he might as well say: "If I still have my wolf pack, I will too."
Aliens hate cremation.
"Perhaps we have really been separated from the past society for too long." Zach looked at Benjamin, grateful that the werewolf used his own experience to prevent him from falling into sadness in his memories. Zach thought of another member of Grande, a member who was once the lowest member of the alien society, "Where is Jin?"
"Gold!!" The werewolf let go of his voice, and his voice rushed out of the office and spread into the distance.
In the woods far away from the Grand House, the Great Dane, who had eaten and spread out after a meal, pricked its ears, jumped on all fours and legs, and ran towards the Grand House.