In the white room, stood a guy wearing a tight black leather jacket. He was facing away from the door, looking up at a white light bulb on the high ceiling.
The face she looked up at was abnormally white, either because it was exposed to the scorching white light or because she was "naturally beautiful". But the owner of the face seems to be pursuing a certain style. On such a pale face, he wears the most contrasting black eye makeup - eyeliner, eye shadow, and even the lip color is dark red. Yes, that is what is commonly called visual kei non-mainstream.
Okay, to be fair, it's just a very loyal Gothic style, but this kind of makeup is not suitable for appearing in a brightly lit white environment. Suitable for scenes filled with black and red, even fanaticism, such as, well, a Gothic concert that celebrates the theme of blood and death. Not in such a white room anyway.
Let's be direct, this man is the leader of the Sabbat Toledo, the lead singer of a certain band, his first name is Eli, his last name is En, and he calls himself Toledo.
"What time is it?" Eli turned around without warning, looking at the person who was opening the door and entering with a pair of overly dilated pupils. An ordinary middle-aged man in terms of body shape and appearance, some people may still remember - Arthur, the man who lost his job after receiving a strongly condemning complaint letter from a real Toledo and went to see a show. Concert, then, 'Life Is Sublimated' guy.
Arthur's movements were a little confusing. The document in his hand shook in front of him a few times before he clamped it to his side. He glanced at the watch on his wrist and said, "Two o'clock in the afternoon."
The dark red lips curved the corners of her mouth to one side, which was a smile. Eli turned away and continued to look at the light bulb above his head. He didn't know who he was talking to, "It's two o'clock. It shouldn't be directly above. Move it."
Then, somewhat unbelievably, the white light bulb responded to Eli's words and began to move to one side on the high ceiling, toward the west.
Eli looked at the slowly moving light bulb and nodded with satisfaction. He walked to the sofa in the white room and sat down. "Tell me, Arthur, what's the matter with you?" He picked up the bottle on the wine table. After taking a sip from the wine bottle, the dark lips began to turn red, "No interviews, no commercial performances..." With an impatient look, "As my agent, it is your job to reject this kind of thing. If every If you have to trouble me for something like this, I really doubt whether keeping you alive is the right decision."
Arthur's face was very ugly, "It's not about the band, it's about other things. The middle part..."
The reddish lip color became even redder. I wonder if it can turn bright red after drinking this bottle of wine one by one like this. "The middle part? Huh." He looked not very interested, "What's wrong with the middle part? What if? It's such a trivial matter that the devil has called in a group of helpers, so don't waste my time. I don't care about anything those alien souls do." He raised his eyebrows and winked at Arthur, "If it's about Nofi I would like to hear the news about Le."
It's actually difficult to talk to this kind of person, because as you can tell, he doesn't give others a chance to communicate, 'I want to hear you say one plus one equals two. If you open your mouth, you don't mean one plus one equals two. Don't spoke. 'That's pretty much what it feels like.
Arthur stood there for a while with an ugly expression, "It's okay." He turned around and prepared to leave.
"Ha!" Eli waved the wine glass towards Arthur, "Don't go, come here, I'm teasing you~" He patted the sofa cushion next to him like a pet, "Come on, what do you want to say? You know, I very much encourage you to speak~"
If you remember how this Arthur experienced 'life sublimation', you can understand the irony in this statement.
Arthur's expression did not improve at all, but he still sat down next to Eli obediently, "The people from the middle came..." The document in Arthur's hand had been taken away and opened by Eli 'consciously', so Ya Se automatically shut up. The last time he was encouraged or even urged to speak by Eli, he had seen hell with his own eyes and entered hell.
Eli's speed was quite fast. He only stayed on each page of the document for four or five seconds, and quickly finished flipping through it. He threw the document back to Arthur and raised his eyebrows, "So the clues to our arrangement have finally been revealed." It’s on.”
Arthur has no sense of belonging to 'us'. This clue was already there when he became one of 'us'.
Eli tilted his head and twitched the corners of his mouth, "It turned out to be thanks to a group of hunters." This was a reluctant statement.
Arthur spoke. There were some things that he personally cared about. "We lost some people when we were discovered by hunters..." Pay attention to the title. Although he does not belong to 'us', after all, he is now one of 'us'. One member. You should be able to understand what we are, right? We are the Sabbat Toledo.
Eli tilted his head and came over, very disdainfully, "I don't care, it's enough that there are still people alive who can send back the news." Then he looked at Arthur, "Choose some of the fan letters in this city. The right person will come out." He curved his lips again and smiled, "You know what to do. What we don't lack most is 'people'."
You all still remember that Sabbat Toledo used blood bottles to be mailed to fans to carry out large-scale inferior inheritance.
There were signs of exertion on Arthur's face, and he was trying his best to control his facial expression. He lowered his head and said, "Yes."
It's hard not to notice Arthur's mood changes, but will Eli care? Not at all, "Also, don't forget to ask those guys to pay more attention to Novel's whereabouts in the reply you sent this time. Tsk." Eli curled his lips, "I still received it some time ago. It was reported that they were lurking underground in the city, selling blood to make ends meet, and were clearly planning something. Why, there has been no news at all during this period, I am very disappointed."
Of course not, because Novel went to Barton. It's just that these two people here can't possibly know.
"Yeah." Arthur could only continue to keep his head down and agree.
Eli's smile returned to his face, he tilted his head and looked at Arthur, "Is there anything else?"
Arthur didn't answer, just stood up and walked away. This is a bad conversation.
And the conversation will change to one participant and then continue. Because after Arthur walked out of this white room, new people came in.
Eli's role in this new conversation that is about to take place is completed when the new person comes in and his first expression appears. It is not the oppressor in the dominant position at all, but the oppressed side.
The person who came in stopped directly at the door, with a sarcastic look on his face that he had no intention of hiding. He looked at the white light bulb on the high ceiling slightly to the west, "Is this your new toy, 'Manual Sun'?"
"I thought you were very busy, how could you have time to come to my place." Eli's expression now was as ugly as Arthur's just now, "Lesembl..."
"Mayor." He interrupted directly, "Do I need to hire a etiquette master for you to teach you how to address him?" The sarcastic person still had a smile on his face. If you recall Arthur, you should also recall the mayor of Lesembra who claimed, 'Everything in this city, including people, is his property.'
There was a brief silence, followed by the twitching of the end of Eli's black eyeliner, "What are you doing here, mayor!" The tone was malicious and emphasized.
Seeing that the gaze above his head, which he called the 'manual sun', shifted and stopped on the wine bottle in Eli's hand, Lesembula spoke, "Check to see if you have stolen anything from me."
Probably on purpose, Eli raised his head, emptied the liquid in the bottle, and smacked his mouth, "It smells of freedom, so no, not your 'precious citizen'."
"That's good." Lesembula's smile seemed to be fixed on his face. He turned slightly sideways and faced Eli's direction. It seemed that he was not going to waste a step and take another step into the room. "Then, don't waste time, I'm here to praise you. We are quite satisfied with your little move in the middle..."
Being interrupted was a small resistance in being suppressed, "I don't know what you are talking about."
Lesembula didn't care about the interruption at all, "Now there's no need to keep hiding anything boringly. You know that Toledo is in Barton, and we know that Toledo is in Barton." This is describing two things, later on The 'we' is the Sabbat. The meaning of these two words separately is quite obvious, isn't it? Eli - the Sabbat Toledo - is not included in 'we' - the Sabbat. "You, we, Everyone has their own ideas about this Toledo, haha, for some reasons, their ideas are different, but I still have to praise you, you have done something that we agree with."
Eli seemed not to want to respond to this long and unclear statement and opened a new bottle of wine. Please continue, his lip color will hopefully become bright red.
Lesembula still looked indifferent, "But I still kindly remind you that you made a mistake. It may make things develop in a place you don't want."
Eli's face twitched as he raised his head, now the one who remained silent and needed to control his facial expressions. Retribution comes so quickly.
"You shouldn't have added that hunter, Robert, to your forged whereabouts in the middle of the country. He was already dealt with by Toledo in Barton." Lethembra said his words in a leisurely manner. If it weren't for this white There was nothing worth stopping in the room, and probably his eyes wouldn't be on Eli.
"Tsk!" Eli finally responded, but that was all.
"I have to praise you." Lesembula tilted his head, "Considering the complicated relationship between Georgina, the hunter, James Lance, and Barton Toledo, it is predicted that even if Robert fails, the two In the case where people can still escape safely, a backup plan for the two of them to escape was buried in advance. Unfortunately, I can regretfully tell you now that your prediction was completely wrong and they failed. However, this backup plan ,commendable."
Eli stared at Lesenbra with slightly red eyes, and gave a complete response, "My plan has nothing to do with you! I don't need your praise! No! I don't need any evaluation from you!"
"Don't be so naive." After saying this, Lesembula must have put a smile on his face, "We all know what you did in the Federation. You succeeded, but we allowed it, and you failed, haha , the same, we allowed it. So, we are evaluating your every move, and I think by now, you should accept this fact."
Perhaps to make a certain point, Lesembra raised his head again and glanced at the light bulb on the ceiling. Every move, what I just said, does that also include the meaning of this new toy—
"I'm informing you as a courtesy." Well, Lesembra was smiling at a light bulb, "We recently discovered that some things cannot be replaced."
This was a very serious statement, and the proof was that the wine bottle in Eli's hand shattered, adding a splash of bright red to the white room. It's a pity that we don't get to see his lips completely change color.
"What do you mean?!"
"Oh." Lesembra turned back to Eli, "Don't you understand? Do you still need me to explain?" The fixed smile finally changed, and it was a bigger smile, "Okay." His fingers I just thought about the ceiling, "When there is obviously a real Toledo that can walk in the sun, somewhere. Why waste time and wait, when here you can only do 'simulated day walking' Game guy, be Toledo.”
"you… "
The words containing specific emotions were interrupted at the beginning.
"We have given you such a long time, even in the memory of a generation, 'Toledor is from the Sabbat' has become common knowledge..." Remember, Seth from the west once told Zach a joke - Isn't Toledo from the Sabbat? "But, where we are now, you are still here doing such boring things." Pointing to the ceiling, without any false ridicule, "And I am very sorry, you Have you been out today, Mr. Eli 'Toledo'? It's cloudy and there's no sun."
"you… "
If the words contain a certain emotion, they will be interrupted at the beginning by Lesembra with a smile on his face.
"And recently, there have been reports from Cozier and Darcy in Barton that Barton Toledo is not opposed to cooperating with us at all. You can think about it from our perspective, do we still need to wait for you. "
"Are you..." There was no interruption this time, "Are you going to expel us from the alliance!"
"Does the alliance refer to our Sabbat?" It seemed like a question, but it was not. "Did you misunderstand something? We never said that you are already a member of the Sabbat. You are, the Sabbat. Only when You were a member of the Sabbat when you truly took the Toledor surname. But, you didn't."
Eli was about to say something, it didn't matter, Lesembra took a step back and left the room, "Watch your words and deeds. You know how we, the Sabbat, treat our own property." (.)