The sun, struggling on the edge of the western buildings, was about to set. The first stop must be Pai Siying.
Zack, with his slender slanted shadow, stood in front of the courtyard door of Sibella's house. The notebook he handed out was withdrawn by John with a gloomy look.
"Sorry." Zach said with full sincerity.
"Did you read it?" John's tone couldn't possibly be good. Is Zach's apology useless? No, apologizing is useless!
"Sorry." Zach was still sincere. When he retracted his hand, Zach moved his fingers slightly forward, and the fingers that crossed the fence were not burned. Fortunately, the wizard did not elevate Sam's theft to a situation of group exclusion again. Then, Zach can tell the truth.
"I read it, but if it makes you feel better, I can't understand most of it." It's not a lie. Zach does know every Indian character in this note, but when combined, those rules, rituals, Spell condensation, witchcraft analysis... If a vampire understands it, it would be an insult to the vampire itself.
John's eyes twitched, "But you still watched it!!"
"Yes." Zach stood here alone, even the car was parked two intersections away, in order to prevent Sam from getting closer and complicating the matter. "Sem said that you have made amazing achievements in the recovery of the Kraken. Achievements." He praised without hypocrisy, "So I still took a look."
The corners of John's eyes continued to twitch, and his anger could not be vented - "Then you should be able to see from your understanding that I didn't succeed at all!"
"Just like what you wrote in the note, haha, I can understand it, 'This is still a huge improvement.'" Zach was actually the guy with an encouraging tone, "'Now we need to figure out how to make The Kraken's state of recovery is maintained while the body of the departed Republic remains.'" Just quoting from the notes.
John was silent for a while, staring at Zach, "I swear! If I were you instructing Sam to steal my notes, I would... I would..."
Based on 'I'm going to...' repeated many times with no follow-up, Zach continued with a sincere "I'm sorry."
John clutched his notes irritably, and twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, "Forget it! I'm too lazy to tell you! Goodbye!" He turned around and went back to the house.
"You need to know that I made a copy of your notes." Zach took a risk and told the truth again.
"Uh..." John turned around suddenly and stared at Zach with a ferocious expression.
"For Alice." Zach explained calmly, "I don't want Sam to teach Alice the witchcraft he stole from your notes as his own at some point, so I think Alice should You know, these are your achievements." An irrefutable explanation, "You also know the environment of Grande. Maya is a black witch who focuses on a single aspect. If Alice needs to learn other witchcraft, only Sam can do it. Rand. It's my own opinion that you don't want Sam to be the one to teach Alice."
John's expression changed back and forth several times, but finally turned back to the original gloomy look, "It doesn't matter!" He turned around and prepared to continue back to the house.
"That story about Papa Midnight that you told." Zach was now like a shameless salesman, holding John back from going home, "and Bumi's reaction to that story and what's happening now, you have What do you think?"
John was also like a victim of an ink-stained sales pitch. He turned back hesitantly and stared at Zach, "I have no opinion!"
"But what Bumi said is right, right? Papa Midnight does correspond to the Sabbat in that story, and did something to those republican workers. In your notes, you confirmed that the corpses of those workers were missing their hearts. There are traces left in it that Papa Midnight was used to create alien races." Zach waved his hand, and was about to talk about the 'witchcraft stuff' that he didn't quite understand, "'The bodies of the Republic are absorbing and absorbing in an unknown way. The fusion element of the Kraken's mutation temporarily allowed the Kraken to escape from Papa Midnight's modifications and return to its original appearance. At the same time, the corpse of the Republic showed signs of special changes after receiving the absorbed fusion element, but in the end But because something key was missing (the missing heart), the change couldn't happen, which ultimately led to Rongsu breaking away and returning to the Kraken... '" Zach raised his eyebrows, "I hope I quoted it correctly."
John's face became gloomier again, "Exactly!" For a guy who couldn't understand most of what he just said, Zach actually recited the parts he understood verbatim. John could Be happy
Zach took this as a compliment, but fortunately he didn't show it in a too disgusting way, and just nodded slightly, "So Bumi is right, Papa Midnight is indeed using these republican workers for something, experiment? Creation?" We don’t know yet, but just like the Sabbat Indian blood slaves that were eaten as food in your story, they are all ‘items’ used by high-level beings.” Zach paused for a moment, “Then, There's only one character left to correspond to in your story. Who is the man who 'answered the call of republican labor and then buried them'? Any ideas? Let me know."
"Why are you asking me?!" John stopped going back to the house and shouted to Zach from the front porch.
"Yes, why are you asking us." The door opened, and Sibella was wearing a thick shawl - it was late autumn after all. "Do we look like people who know the beliefs of the republicans? Huh, why don't you ask that ghost in your house ( ink)."
"I asked." Zach smiled at Sibella, who had just appeared. "She had no idea at all and told me that 'Republicans have no faith, because there used to be too many republicans, and gods were everywhere. Now the republicans only believe in people, themselves, and they themselves are gods.' The rhetoric was helpful. He gave him a helpless look.
"Then you have your answer." Sibella pulled John and walked into the room, "Don't continue to disturb our lunch. Goodbye."
"I just think." Zach was still unhurried, as if he was very confident that this goodbye would be rejected, "Mo has her own dissatisfaction with the Republic. Her ideas are too extreme, so they are not objective. I need more objective opinions. For example, those of you who have been to the Republic and seen the current situation of the Republic with your own eyes.”
Sure enough, Sibella pushed John back into the room. Before she could get in, she frowned and glanced sideways at Zach, "Why don't you ask Jessica?"
"I asked." Zach was a little helpless, "But she is no longer here." Pointing to the underground, it is hell, if anyone doesn't understand. Zach frowned and shook his head, "The devil in Mary's Church, even Mike, doesn't know when she will come back."
Zach can wonder, but we don't need to—
At noon, Sam recreated the witchcraft that Leon was used by Papa Midnight in the mill. Well, at least it recreated the appearance. Neither Zach nor Sam had any idea what the rotating clock dial was. But, we know, Leon knows, that is the moment when the interface between hell and reality appears. So Leon shouted to a wizard, 'You are a devil! '
Leon may not remember what happened when Papa used witchcraft at midnight, but thanks to Sam's reappearance, he knew, and then Jessica knew, so the fallen angel returned to hell. It may be impossible to describe what he did - I don’t know if you remember a conversation a long time ago, Mike said to Zach, the real banshee, Papa Midnight’s sister, is in hell.
Zach continued to shake his head helplessly, "So, I can only ask you." And a very sincere request, "Please, don't let me ask Sissy."
Sibella actually rolled her eyes. Can you receive it? This eye roll is not for Zach, but for recognition of Zach's request.
After thinking for a while, Sibella lowered her head and shook her head, "I don't know how to tell you, but what Mo said is the most objective thing I can think of." Then she waved her hand and said, "I can't help. you."
"Okay." Zach was not too disappointed. It was gratifying that Sibella was still willing to talk to him. Still, when Sibella was about to enter the house again, Zach took another risk, "Can I borrow someone from you?"
"What?" Sibella had already half-stepped into the room, looking back at Zach with a frown.
"I know you went to visit Nu Tao (brother) in the nursing home this afternoon. Benjamin told me." Zach said. "He also told me that Nu Tao's 'treatment' went very well. Soon, this man committed a massacre in the central part of the country. The person will be clean and discharged from the hospital smoothly in Barton."
Sibella sighed and shook her head speechlessly, "I really don't know what I was expecting. All the words you said to Benjamin, you don't need to think too much, they will come to your ears right away, eh."
"You're wrong to blame him." Zach shrugged, "I just called the nursing home before dinner and asked him if he would come back and join me for game night." Today, Wednesday, Otaku, Dungeons and Dragons, James Sir, enough reminder. "He, uh..." Zach was feeling sad, "I can't say it back. Today is a movie night in the nursing home, and he wants to watch a movie with Mokavi..." He couldn't help but feel sad...
Sibella curled her lips, "Let's get to the point!"
"Oh." Zach calmed down, "So, I was wondering if you could lend me the doctor who 'treated' Raging Waves. Until now, I can only face reality. If I can still get Benjamin back The only way around me is to get Mokavi discharged from the hospital.”
"Hehe." After the first sound, there were the second and third sounds, "Hehehe..." Sibella leaned against the door, laughing so hard that she became indifferent for a moment, "Sorry, I can't help you." She said as she spoke Entering the room completely, "That doctor was hired by the Nutao family for their own children, and has nothing to do with me."
The door closed, leaving Zach and the shadow at his feet that was illuminated by the streetlight into a '*' shape.
"Hey." Zach sighed silently and started to walk back.
Second stop, game night.
On the way to the second stop.
"What did they say..." Sam in the passenger seat started to speak, but was interrupted by Zach.
Please closely relate Zach’s current mood to read Zach’s words, “Tonight is game night, and I have lost my ‘knight’ (game character, Benjamin Knight, Zach Assassin, James Magician), you , don’t make the situation worse. Don’t talk, don’t draw my attention, stay in the car, don’t move, you want to follow me? That’s what you get.”
"Uh... I've already apologized..."
"Sh-"
From Pai Siying to the back streets of Liszt, Zach never let up on the accelerator. Vampires wear seat belts, don't worry.
Before the game officially starts, everyone knows that a magician without a tall hat is not a magician, and an assassin without a cloak is not an assassin... When a group of men took off their realist clothes and put on the clothes of the 'fantasy' era, Zack is surrounded—
"Zach, don't worry, if I die, I will definitely go to Grande to hold a funeral..."
"Yeah! Grande is the best..."
"Do you know what we should do? We should reserve our cemetery now! Prove it like those guys! How much everyone loves Grande, those things in the newspapers are all fake..."
When James contacted the level 27 blizzard spell with a gloomy face, Zach was surrounded by unbearable warmth...
There was a knock on the door, "Pizza! Open the door! Pizza!"
"Who ordered pizza?" James asked a group of people surrounding Zach.
No one paid any attention to him.
The magician threw away the staff that gave him the powerful magic to control the weather. As he walked towards the door, he crossed his legs with difficulty and took out his wallet from under his robe.
"Pizza - pizza -" The courier outside the door seemed impatient.
"Uh, wait a minute!" The magician unhappily stuffed his wallet into his robe and opened the door, only to open it a crack. Only a mop-like tangled braid appeared in James' sight, "No need to look for it... "
After an instant of dark red, everything became quiet.
Zach was smiling and refusing to a group of simple otakus, "Fitz, don't make such jokes, you will live a long time..." Everyone around him fell to the ground instantly, leaving the assassin still holding the dagger standing in the middle. , still maintaining a grateful expression, "Time."
Zach still finished what he said before looking sideways at the door.
Papa Midnight, who was holding the mop, was holding the pizza in one hand, and tapping James with the other hand in front of James, who was frozen in front of the door. James levitated, and the money in his hand automatically flew to Papa Midnight's maroon formal pocket.
Zach decided to keep the smile on his face, "You really like dramatic appearances~"
"Dramatizing?" Papa shook the whip on his head at midnight and put it close to Zach's chest, "Am I being dramatic?" He sniffed Zach's assassin cloak, "Haha, I can't compare to you~ Seriously Yes, what kind of material is this made of? Plastic? Can these people spend some money on props~"
The pizza was spread out on the coffee table. Papa played with the floating James at midnight, placed it on the sofa, and then began to move his fingers on the scattered otakus on the floor.
"Do you want to join? Don't look at it with a critical eye. Once you play it once, you will find the charm of this fantasy game." Zach probably saw what Papa was going to do at midnight. Besides cooperation, should he resist? Here, resist? ! Then let Fitz and the others verbally decide on the cemetery just now and put it to use right away? !
Zach pulled back Fitz, who was floating in the air, and placed it next to James. He also casually put a slice of pizza into his hand, and then continued to place the next one, "Benjamin is not here, we just have an extra set of knight costumes."
"You know what~" Papa fiddled with one of his whips at midnight, "I just like your calmness~elegant and calm~"
"Thank you~"
"But it's a pity~ I can't take it easy. The wizard in your car seems to have..." Papa tilted his ears at midnight, with a look of surprise on his face, "No, he has been discovered! Ah! He got out of the car! He Ran in! He went upstairs..." What did everyone think would happen? "He, ha! He triggered my trap and was trapped~"
"I hope you have prepared some good stuff for him." Zach still smiled, "This guy is annoying me, you can help me teach him a lesson~"
"Oh~" Papa actually reached out and tapped Zach's nose at midnight, but please don't doubt it, this is absolutely completely different from the way the mind-reader did in the afternoon, "Look~ Calmly~ I like it~"
"Thank you~" Zach couldn't hide yet, so he continued to pull the otakus back from the air and put them on the sofa.
"What a bummer~" Papa Midnight was also doing the same thing as Zach, but he was more naughty. The people he arranged were not eating pizza by themselves, but feeding pizza to each other, "Although I really enjoy chatting with you~ Haha~ You know, it’s not so ‘enjoyable’ with your brother~”
Yeah 'Benjamin' tore up Papa Midnight, though to no avail.
"Oh? Are you okay?"
"Yeah~"
This conversation, which seems like an old acquaintance, is uncomfortable, but, be careful, this is definitely the best situation at the moment. No one dies, no one loses their heart, and no one becomes Papa's midnight creation. Thanks Zach for taking it easy.
"I have to rush to Martha's Port, you know~ Another group of Republican workers will enter the port tonight, and they should have entered the waters of Martha's Bay by now~"
"What a shame, I guess we'll just have to have an adventure without a knight." Zack shrugged.
Papa stayed still at midnight, as if he was admiring all the people arranged there. No, he was laughing, a little laughter emerging from his throat, "...hehehe~" a shampooing style that I didn't know where I learned from Shaking his head, he threw the mop cloth to the back of his head, fully displaying the cheeks decorated with unknown lines in front of Zach, "You~ really make me... amazing~ I have already said this, and I am not curious enough to ask. Would you like to order something?"
"What will you tell me?" Zach asked with a smile.
"This is the first time, and probably the only time, I want to say something to you, a vampire~" Papa began to rub his chest inexplicably at midnight, and the skull beads on his chest, made of unknown materials, shook and uttered The sound of collision gave people an ominous foreboding, "But~ we are not idle people, right~"
Are you not prepared to say anything, just let this appearance be an act to disgust everyone, and then leave? No-
"So, let me say this~ It's not me~ It can be me, but it's not me~ If Marsa Port continues to accept workers from the Republic, disappearances will continue to happen, and thefts in the funeral industry will continue to happen~ Still, it can be me, But not me~"
"Zach!!"
The distant shout, which seemed to come from the top of the stairs, belonged to Sam.
"Oh." Papa turned his head and glanced in that direction at midnight, "Your wizard is better than I thought..."
"Zach, hold on! I, I'll..."
Zach didn't need to insist on anything, he was very good, so just ignore the shouting, and ignore the spell that flew out of Papa Midnight's hand, causing Sam to scream miserably and lose his voice.
"Let's make a deal~" Papa Midnight retracted the hand that he had just taught Sam a lesson for Zach, "You, you stop the funeral industry and the cremator, I, hehe, I will give you a republican god~"
"Stop running?" Zach asked calmly.
"Yeah~ No more business, no more replenishing supplies, such as fuel and so on~ All businesses are closed, all supply and demand chains are cut off~ It won't take long, maybe a month~ In exchange, I will give you a republican god~"
Zach was actually thinking seriously, and the result of his thinking was - "No, the God of the Republic is not worth anything. Sorry~"
After three seconds of silence, "I'm sorry~" Papa disappeared in the dark red at midnight.
Everything returns to its original state. Well, it’s not like it originally was. The otakus looked at the pizza in their hands. Although they didn’t know how they sat here to eat pizza, who could refuse pizza~
"Uh, did we forget something..." James was the only one who was gloomy, staring at Zach.
Zach ignored him and walked out the door—Sam was gone. (.)