Morelin completely abused the racial characteristics of vampires - he didn't need lunch, he just squeezed out all the value of the vampire's labor, and only let Zach go in the afternoon. Before leaving, he even sold a bunch of clothes. "I made some attempts. A little bit of Indian tradition, a little bit of Republican tradition, a little bit of Federal tradition, it seems to have failed. Who knew that a bolo tie and a Chinese tunic suit with suspenders would be so incompatible. Well, you should try it, maybe you can control these."
What can Zach do? He has a choice - hide in Grande's basement and spend the whole morning staring at the witchcraft materials that have begun to mold due to the lack of care by the wizard (Sem). Or, go out for a long time and visit friends. Zach chose the latter, and this was the result: being rejected by Mrs. Sheila, bored in church, sewing clothes at the five dollar store, and finally, an empty wallet replaced by a hand full of failed works.
Despite this, Zach still put these works abandoned by Morelin into the wardrobe of Grande's master bedroom after returning to Grande. Think about it this way - the lifespan of our vampires, four centuries, is really a long time. Do you think Zach who was wearing tight pants four centuries ago could think of the style he can wear today? No. So, who knows, maybe ten, twenty, fifty years... a century later, this mixed style of Indian, Republican, and Federal can become the representative of the times~
"Zach." Matthew stood at the door of the master bedroom, watching Zach put away the clothes that might be used in the future at the bottom, "I, um..."
"You guys did a great job." Zach turned back and smiled, referring to the funeral that he was completely absent from in the morning.
"Oh." Matthew blinked, obviously he didn't mean to show off any merit, "I, um... I'm cleaning up Sam and I's room..." Oh~ Matthew is such a gentle guy. Do you still remember the accommodation allocation in Grande? Sam didn't have his own room. He and Matthew shared one. Zach's original words were, 'If Matthew wants to sleep, you have to let him go. 'But apparently when no one in Grande liked Sam, he was tolerated by Matthew. Even though Sam doesn't even know if he still exists in this world, 'my Sam's room' is so thoughtful.
"...I found something of his..." Matthew observed Zach's face, "I don't know what it is. Should I, um, leave it there, or, um..."
Zach thought expressionlessly for a while, then stretched out his hand.
Immediately, Matthew placed a wooden ball into Zach's hand.
Zach almost pulled back and ducked. Who knows what this thing is, but looking at the intricate Indian mantra carvings on the wooden surface, Zach feels that this thing is ominous...
"Where did you find it?" Zach frowned and looked at the wooden ball. Judging from the weight, it should be hollow.
"Under the floor." Matthew answered honestly, "I found that the floor at the foot of the bed is hollow, so..."
Zach's eyes twitched, curled his lips, and threw the ball back to Matthew, "Put it back." Now he really regretted touching this thing. You feel the same way if someone hides something on the floor of your home that you don't know about.
Matthew caught it, "Oh." But Matthew didn't leave immediately. He rubbed the door frame a little nervously, obviously he still had something to say.
"Tell me." Zach had already put away his clothes and looked at Matthew before going to the office to meet Eric who had been waiting for who knows how long. Oh, Father Eric who was stuck at the funeral. Let Matthew finish what he wanted to say.
"Will Sam come back?" Matthew hesitated for a while and then said.
"Maybe, maybe not." Zach waved his hand, "I don't know." How could he possibly know? That guy was taken away by Papa Midnight, and Zach didn't even know if he was still alive.
"Oh." Matthew lowered his head, still coy, "I, um, hope he can come back..."
Zach wanted to sigh, because, "Why? You like him?"
"Uh... maybe... he told me that I don't even know how lucky I am to be the only descendant of Alpha."
Zach frowned, "Lucky?" Zach shook his head. The 'luck' of being the only descendant of Alpha is that when Alpha changes, the only descendant means the only Alpha candidate. This is lucky for other Alphas, but for Benjamin, who has Zach as his brother, Matthew is really not lucky. Remember, Zach once said to Benjamin personally, 'If I find that Matthew has any inappropriate thoughts, I will personally...' Forget it, don't hit Matthew.
Matthew did not accept Zach's idea and answered to himself, "I do feel that I am very lucky, but not because I am a descendant of Alpha. The only thing, I mean, I already have a family who loves me. Parents, I am their 'descendant', right? My luck is that I can meet another family that accepts me, Grande." Matthew actually started to blush.
Zach's frown started to look strange. This... was so sweet...
"I've always wanted to say this to Sam. I hope he can get the same feeling as me in Grande... He, um, always feels a bit at odds with Grande... I, um, thought he was just like Mo, he It will take time and it will get better gradually, but... it's not too late yet... "
Zach had nothing to say, and his sudden sentimentality only left him temporarily speechless. So, Zach raised his hand and patted Matthew on the shoulder, nodded, walked out of the bedroom, and headed to the office.
After adjusting his mood a little, he walked in and said, "Eric." As a greeting, he sat down behind the desk and said, "You want to talk to me?"
Eric actually ignored it and was still looking through the book in his hand - it turned out to be the android diary.
Zach curled his lips and took the diary out of Eric's hand. "Who told you to mess with my things?" He put it back in the drawer.
"Uh... I'm sorry, Louise." Eric was still wearing formal priest attire and seemed to have come to Grande directly after the funeral. "She said I could take a look."
Zach curled his lips and didn't pursue it further. There is nothing to blame. If you want to blame it, blame Mo Ruilin for keeping Zach until now. Eric must have been waiting for a long time.
"My father..." Eric spoke directly, and that was not the real reason why he was here. "He once told me some things about the Sabbat in the West, about the changes in the Sabbat in the slave movement in the last century. Mention is made of some of Cozier's actions in the slave movement."
Zach didn't care. It was Eric who wanted to chat, so he could decide whatever the topic was. "Oh? Is there anything worth talking about?"
"What's in your diary (the diary of Earl's great-great-grandfather), uh..." Eric was thinking, "The android thought that Kozier would understand people who were former slaves and then try to seek help. Well, My father said that at that time, Kozier did become the spokesman for the liberation of slaves. However, as a mind-reading family, they did not really do anything to help the enslaved aliens. Instead, they took advantage of the background of the time and interacted with them. With his talent, he controlled the gathered alien races for the second time, and sealed the future of those alien races being enslaved by the Sabbat. In this way, he once again gained favor in the Sabbat... "
Zach shrugged, "So, do you have any thoughts about Kozier?" He had a hunch that Eric's words might not go in a good direction, so he better interrupt as soon as possible. First of all, Zach has no obligation to defend Cozier (Oz himself admitted that the Cozier family's eyes were once limited to the Sabbat, so naturally they contributed to the Sabbat and gained status in the Sabbat), and then, this is about Eric. What's up. The only information worth extracting from this passage is that some of the enslaved aliens in the Sabbat who are under secondary control are in the hands of Kozier. Good thing.
"Uh..." Eric pursed his lips, "No, no."
Zach nodded, forget it, let's start the topic by himself, "You were stuck at the funeral. It was your first funeral after taking over from Constantine. Were you nervous, or were you not prepared? Are you okay? What?" Putting aside the slight impatience, overall, it was concern.
"I'm fine. Well, I'm sorry." Eric glanced at Zach and shook his head, probably blaming himself, "I know there are those cameras recording the funeral. You don't want any accidents to happen at the funeral, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, nothing happened anyway." Zach was quite relaxed. At least when he first returned to Grande, Louise and Mo were still laughing and talking about what happened at the funeral on the back porch. Everything seemed to have passed smoothly. Afterwards, looking at the recorded scenes of Grande's work, Kate would say, "Do you want to talk about what's going on?" Unless he wanted to express some point of view, Zach would always give the interlocutor a free choice. Space, good habits.
"I, uh." Eric pursed his lips. He chose to talk, but he still seemed like he didn't know how to speak. He was silent for a long time before saying, "I'm broken." He pointed at his head with his finger.
"Why?" Zach could only ask like squeezing out toothpaste.
"Well, I found out when I was praying." He unexpectedly lost all expression on his face and looked at Zach, "My prayer was the same as Constantine's prayer to my father at his funeral." Also. After a pause, "Exactly the same."
Zach didn't have any expression. Of course, is it something strange? No, it's not strange at all. Zach didn't know how many times he heard the same prayer at the funeral. "The prayers are all quoted from the 'Holy Scripture', Isn't it, should there be any difference?" Still a reasonable rhetorical question.
Eric actually froze there, looking at Zach with his mouth open.
Zach waited for a while and had to wave his hand in front of Eric, "Are you okay?"
"No, it's okay." As soon as he came back to his senses, Eric shook his head and replied, "I, I just realized this. We were all quoting."
Zach tilted his mouth, speechless. It can be said that Zach was a little unable to accept Eric's point, and could only test it, "Okay, if you change roles, from listening to the prayers at the funeral to becoming the person who says the prayers, it will be a bit uncomfortable, then." Shrugging, "Just get used to it..."
Being interrupted, Eric didn't even look at Zach's interruption, "Why do we quote the same holy scriptures for prayers..." His voice was not loud enough like he was talking to someone, more like talking to himself. , "It's all about, a complete life, a life of being loved and respected by others, when it comes to the end, you will be pitied by the Holy Lord, and go to a beautiful place..." He suddenly looked at Zach, "You have seen many Many people tell me about a person who does not live such a life." The voice also regained its proper volume, "A person who does not use this kind of prayer."
Zach was completely lost. No wonder Mike's comfort was of no use. This guy's thinking was so unpredictable. However, our Zach is cooperative enough, "You are a priest. You have to say at a person's funeral that he lived an incomplete life and was not loved..." That's it, "and then after death, he will Going to a bad place?"
Eric blinked again, "Then... I'm not lying? I tell these, uh, same lies at every funeral? Over and over again, for what reason, to give people comfort?"
Although Zach still doesn't quite understand what Eric wants to express, he said, "Otherwise, you want to tell the truth? You know you can. Ask Mike for help, and you can tell the relatives of the deceased what their relatives are really like now." Situation." Shrugging, "In hell." So, Zach's meaning is very clear, yes, it is comfort.
Eric frowned, as if he had sobered up, "No!! I won't tell anyone the truth!"
Zach spread his hands, "So, it seems like you don't like lying, and then you seem to have a more specific unwillingness to tell the truth. Well, what exactly do you want to talk about?"
"I..." stayed there again.
It seems unlikely that this will go anywhere. Zach shook his head, stood up, and said helplessly, "You know I want to help you, Eric. But, after thinking about your problem clearly, we can talk again." If you're wasting time here, you might as well go find Austin. Have a chat.
Zach didn't think Kate would leave the construction team alone because no one was watching the funeral. He would be sorry for Kate's professionalism if he didn't dig up some interesting information. For example, remember, Zach was kidnapped from home by Detective James Lance. Can you imagine reporter Kate's joy when she found out about this... Things will grow quietly in places that are ignored, We don’t necessarily know why it will grow, because after all, it is just a place that is ignored, and we habitually turn our eyes away—
"I know my problem." Eric frowned and looked at Zach, "I feel it's unfair. My father is a true believer, even if the method is not necessarily what the Holy Lord likes, he did his best. , to safeguard his faith. At his funeral, he received the same prayers as ordinary people, and it came from a priest who should understand him best, Constantine. Anyway, the priest just lied about his faith to comfort people. Yes, why don't you comfort me better, why don't you comfort me with more 'beautiful' prayers. Why am I the same as other ordinary people? Or, on the other hand, now, why should I say to a person I don't know at all that he should belong to They don't deserve my father's prayers. I feel like it's not fair."
Zach opened his mouth several times, and finally smiled, "Just get used to it~"
"Yeah." Eric stood up and tugged on his priest collar, "I don't want to get used to it, I quit."
Well, Constantine has only been gone a week.
"where are you going?"
"Mary Church. These beliefs, people, alien races, and reality make me uncomfortable. I want to resign." He had already walked out of the office.
Zach must catch up... (.)