I left a message for Sibella—because when Sibella answered the phone and heard it was Zach, she said, "I don't have time to listen to you, leave a message." Then she hung up.
Then he flipped through the information Matthew got back from the mill, called the client, and after making an appointment, Zach sat on the back porch and supervised Austin's work. If he couldn't focus his eyes, he could be considered a supervisor.
"Two days." Steve came down after talking to Mo, "I can get my new identity." He looked confident.
"That's troublesome." Zach smiled and expressed his gratitude, handing over the prepared check.
Steve pushed him back, "Haha, no need. You have already paid in other ways." He winked and said, "And you paid a lot."
Zach didn't quite understand, so he didn't take back the check for the time being, "Has it been paid?"
"Haha, I don't know how to say it, but..." Steve scratched his head, thinking about how to express it, "Anyway, Sibella said, 'It was your people who did it.' I don't know and I don't care. What do you mean by 'your people'? In short, it's me who benefits. It's not fun to charge you for such a small thing."
Zach looked at Steve amusedly, "Now you just confused me. I don't know what you are talking about."
Steve curled his lips and glanced at the construction site to the west. Even though they were separated by the entire backyard, he lowered his voice and said, "On Monday morning, the train from xx had an entire carriage of passengers missing." Steve used The prompting look said, "The testimonies of the train staff and passengers who reported the crime were inconsistent. As a result, this kind of thing was not reported, no news came out, and it just disappeared."
Zach raised his eyebrows, "Oh, you said this." Then he smiled and continued to ask, "Why do you benefit?"
Steve tilted his head, "Am I buying or selling something?"
"identity."
"Now there is a carriage of people missing, but there is no report..." Steve spread his hands and waved, probably waiting for Zach to pick him up.
Zach’s cooperation was “deliberately suppressed by the police (Darcy, Sabbat).”
"The suppression is very thorough. These people haven't even entered the missing persons system. So these vacant identities are..." Same as above, waiting for Zach to pick up.
"Haha, it's in your hands."
"That's it." Steve shrugged, "You gave me such a big gift, how can I be embarrassed to accept your reward?"
Zach smiled and shook his head, but still handed over the prepared check, "Although I really want to accept this favor from you, it's really not my fault. If you really want to express your gratitude, you should express your gratitude to Cozier and Darcy..." There was a commotion on the moving train, and a car full of people disappeared. This kind of thing is not something that the local police station can suppress just because it wants to. Apparently it went smoothly. Oz Cozier, the mind reader of the Sabbat, came out There is also Darcy as the executor.
But Zach was interrupted, and Steve waved his hands quickly, "No. Don't tell me this, I don't need to know. When Sibella held an Indian rally the day before yesterday, I ran away early and didn't want to hear these details. , don’t let me do it again here with you.”
"Okay." Zach smiled and stopped talking, and finally took back the check, "Then I won't be polite to you." Seamlessly continued, "Sibella is holding an Indian rally again?"
Steve had helplessness on his face, but he still smiled, "Hey, if you can't escape this kind of thing, I have to tell you more." He sat down next to Zach, "Let me tell you first, I ran away in advance. , did not participate in the whole class. When she talks about wizards, demons... aliens, etc., I get a headache."
"It's okay, I didn't mean to ask." Instead of asking what it was, Zach continued shamelessly, "What was discussed at the meeting?"
"Scaremongering." Steve curled his lips, "Why is the situation in Barton so bad? It seems peaceful but no one trusts each other. It will become more and more chaotic in the future. Abnormal things will happen frequently. Please protect us. Be good to yourself and stuff like that.”
Zach nodded and glanced at Steve, "This is a fact, you should take it seriously."
Steve pursed his lips and was silent for a while, and then glanced sideways at Zach. This was the first time he had shown this expression to Zach, "How can I be serious? I'm just a businessman. My creed in life is that money can do anything. Anything, but if one day you suddenly want to taste me, I will give you money, will you let me go?"
Zach opened his mouth. He didn't expect the conversation to take such a bizarre turn. Well, it's not surprising. What Zach should have thought of is that Steve was the one who said to Zach in the bar, "I don't care what you are, I only care about who you are in this gray professional circle." He It’s normal to say this way of thinking.
"I won't hide it. Your example is a bit offensive to me, but I understand what you mean." Zach still kept smiling, "I can understand why you don't want to, or even reject, knowing about this kind of thing." Then. Lost in thought.
"Sorry, I don't want to sound so offensive, but that's the truth. I'm just an ordinary person. I blame my parents for not adding any talent to my blood." Steve twitched the corner of his mouth, "I really don't understand. Sibella was initially inexplicably worried about us ordinary Indians, telling us what the meaning of this is. Now it’s getting more and more annoying!”
While thinking about it, he answered, "The meaning is very simple. Sibera's first gathering (Sibera convened the first Indian gathering was when Sibera just returned to Barton from the central area, which happened to be the first time Zach noticed By the time he made a mess of Barton) he told me that Indians have blood-based defense against vampires, even ordinary people like you." Zach needs to be invited to enter the Indian property, "At that time, she was already very disgusted with my activities in Barton. Naturally, she wanted to think about her compatriots. It's just you, the one closest to me, who didn't listen to her."
Steve began to rub his temples, "It's strange to listen to her. You are the new favorite of the West End people. What a huge resource. You want me to guard against you? Well, can I still hang out in Barton?"
"Haha." Zach smiled, "You don't have to guard against me. I think I have already proven my status in this professional circle with actions." Do you still remember the important part of the ** bar party? Before there is a conflict of mutual interests, everyone will exchange intelligence. As an intelligence reserve in the professional circle, the intelligence reserve given by Zach, who is almost stirring up the Barton Center, is not an ordinary heavyweight.
Let’s take a recent example that everyone knows. Aisela’s husband was banned in Newton. The mayor of Barton, Anthony, really considered taking the opportunity to attract this enterprise that would be beneficial to Barton’s future to settle in Barton. Look, there is no conflict of interest in the heavyweight intelligence. Several lawyers in the circle are thanking Zach vigorously while leaning over there.
"But." Zach's thinking also ended, "Now you have to take the meeting called by Sibella seriously. Barton is really getting more and more complicated. If he didn't leave too early, he should listen to what Sibella said. Now, there are too many foreign forces in Barton and they are too confusing."
Steve shook his head, not denying it, but saying, "I heard it, but still, what can I do? If you were like this, I wouldn't let you in, and I could still guarantee safety. But you now He is the only guy I can trust. If you tell me what to do, I won’t have a headache! So I just don’t listen and don’t care!”
"Wait a moment." Zach directly took out his metal wine bottle. It was late autumn and he was hungry and exercising, so this thing appeared less and less. Zach raised his head and emptied it, then cut his finger, and the wound was against the mouth of the bottle, "You know the effect of my blood, right?"
Steve frowned, "I know, Sibella has emphasized it many times, alone with me! I don't know what she means."
"Oh, that's what it means now." Zach smiled, and Sibella was also very interesting. "Do you know how to use it?" Zach had to ask.
Steve pursed his lips and was silent for a while, "I know. But..." he frowned, "'General' he..." He didn't finish the sentence, just hit the button. As I said before, other people in the gray professional circle may not know what is going on with the 'General', but Steve must know a little bit about it. Why must it be? Above, the Indian gathering in Sibera, Steve wonders? All difficult.
"You're not in the habit of using 'Valmina', are you?" Zach asked.
"Uh, of course not!"
"Then you have nothing to worry about, unless you deliberately want to become my son." Zach joked.
"No, even though my father didn't give me anything to be proud of (such as a certain talent), I'm not ready to change my surname yet."
Zach filled the blood at a top-notch speed, closed the lid, and handed it to Steve, "As a thank you for my trust in you. Now, you have the ability to protect yourself."
Steve took it very quickly, holding it in his hand and looking at it inexplicably, "I want it, put it in the refrigerator, okay?"
What the hell problem. Zach smiled and shook his head, "Take it with you. Wherever you can get it the fastest."
"How much do you need to drink at one time?"
"It doesn't matter." This guy just said that he knew how to 'use' it.
"Does it have to be drinking?"
“The method doesn’t matter, the important thing is that it gets into your body.”
"Then I should make it into a small injection."
It was really the first time for Zach to encounter such a long-winded recipient, and it felt very strange. "The method doesn't matter, you can do whatever you want."
"If it's a soul alien, I can apply it directly on my body, right?"
Zach raised his eyebrows. This was rare. This kind of thing that was always classified as a life-saving medicine by humans was biased in an offensive direction. Steve really knew how to use vampires. of blood, "Yes, or weapons."
Steve nodded, "Finally, if I feel like there's no way I can save myself, I won't try, unless, unless..."
"You want to be my son," Zach answered.
Steve looked at Zach and rolled his eyes without concealing it, "Can you stop stressing like this all the time?"
"Hehehe." It would be nice if the atmosphere improved a little, Zach smiled.
"I want to ask, you don't have to answer. How many people have this now?" Steve shook the bottle in his hand, because Zach drank it firmly enough and there was no sound.
"Some." There is no need to say the name.
Steve nodded, but his face was a little confused, "I don't know. I always have a strange feeling. When Sibella first told me about this world, there are other things around us besides people. That’s it. I think that’s why I don’t want to care about the alien threat that Sibella mentioned. It seems that the death of a person is not the end... "
Zach glanced at the other party's profile and guessed what Steve was about to say, so he interrupted this inappropriate thought in advance, "Sibela's son is in Grande now."
Ryan, who was floating fine, froze for a moment and shrank into the ground.
"Did Sibella mention this at the Indian gathering? No." Zach looked at Steve's face and got the answer himself, "Of course she won't mention it because it is a family scandal. Her son Rui En's current range of activities is only Grande, and his entire existence relies on a soul-inducing grass seed buried underground. He has no body and no sense of existence."
Steve looked towards the center of the backyard where Zach was pointing. Of course, he couldn't see anything, so his frown deepened.
"When I say, become my son, I don't mean to use this advantageous statement to tease anyone. You can visit the 'General' and ask about his current living situation." Zach was expressing a point of view, a aside. He once comforted Alice with the whitewashed fact that "death is the birth of new life", "When a person dies, a person dies. No matter how life continues in any form, when a person dies, your current life is dead. You You still want to be your own businessman, no, your own existence has become the destiny of a businessman, and money cannot cover things, so what kind of businessman are you?"
Steve looked at Zach, his mouth half open. He really wanted to ask this. If, if, he failed to protect himself and died, he knew that aliens existed and knew that with the death of a part of himself, he would become a new life form, such as an earth-bound spirit, such as being The undead souls pulled away by Cerberus, for example, accidentally used Zach's late gift to become a 'son'... He knew that part of his life would continue. Does this mean that death is not as scary as once thought, nor is it the end.
Now, Zach was telling him, it was the end.
"If you still cherish your current life a little bit, try your best not to let it end. Once it ends, you won't be able to go back." Zach patted Steve, "Protect your life, for you. Everything now can't be saved. It's over. I have to start a new life. That's why I should think like this."
Steve stood up, looked at Zach, and put the bottle into his pocket, "You just destroyed my last fantasy about aliens." He pursed his lips and said, "Thank you." It was not sarcastic.
Zach raised his hand, "No, I probably just made up for what Sibera wanted to express to you at the Sibera Indian gathering because you left early."
Steve smiled, "Then I'm really lucky. I heard your version, which is very convincing. Sibella always has an attitude that people don't want to listen to. It's not just me. You know, I feel superior to others. , no one likes it.”
Zach knows or doesn't know that Zach is not a talented wizard from an Indian wizard family like Sibella, nor is he an unknown descendant of an unknown Indian family like Steve, right? It is impossible for both parties to show any attitude towards Zach that belongs to their Indian circle. Zach can only rely on his mind.
"Then let's spread the word. This is a fact. Don't waste Sibella's kindness in calling you." Zach nodded, and at the same time, he wrote down that there are many things to remind him when meeting Sibella. One piece. Yes, Zach decided that this alliance within Barton would be forged. Initiated by the vampire wizard, this epoch-making event. (.)