The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

The phone in the office rang again, but no one wanted to answer it. In the end, Bain in the Grand Hall on the first floor came up silently and answered the phone, "Grand Funeral Home."

"Bain?" The voice over the receiver was Louise, "What about Zach?"

"He and Benjamin are ... talking about things." Bain glanced into the empty corridor, and the door on the other side of the master bedroom was still closed. "Do I need to call him?"

"need."

Bain regretted coming up to answer the phone, but there is no remedy in the world. "You wait." Putting the receiver aside, Bain wrinkled and walked to the Grand Master's bedroom.

Hesitated at the door for a long time, just about to knock the door, the entertainment room door on the other side opened. Mrs. Quinn stepped out first, glanced at Bain, startled, but didn't mean to ignore it, but lipped her lips, "What about these people outside? When did you leave?" Mrs. Quinn's question fell to one The actual question, "What about Rivenchi? Has he gone yet? How do I go back to the West End? Go back?"

Kevin Rosenbull, who came out behind Mrs. Quinn, with a sullen face, did not propose to send Mrs. Quinn back, leaving without a gentleman's demeanor. Followed by Siberia, actually similar to Kevin, but frowned, and transparent body without saying anything, and then disappeared completely, it is convenient.

Mrs. Quinn stood in the corridor for a while, as if she didn't know what to do for a while—it would be impossible to leave Grande, unless you wanted the front page of the newspaper tomorrow to be "Quinn Resurrected!" ! ".

"Will you drive." Mrs. Quinn suddenly looked at Bain.

"me?"

"Yes, you." Mrs. Quinn was afraid she didn't even know what Bain called. "Send me back to Barton Manor." As soon as she finished, Mrs. Quinn really walked ahead.

In Barton, the Westside people told a civilian to do something for me, and I really do n’t need to wait for a response ~ not to mention, Mrs. Quinn is a Westside vampire!

However, Mrs. Quinn took two steps and found that Bain did not keep up. Frowning and turning back, he didn't speak, just looking at Bain.

"Ah!" It was so shameful, Bain screamed out of control. In fact, Bain ca n’t be blamed. It ’s Bain ’s kind of civilian who understands the West ’s control of his life best in Barton. The former Bain also worked under the West Side, the Herman Factory. What. The factory says it ’s closed, and life says it ’s finished. This is the impact of people in the Western District on civilians. It ’s very realistic. Bain was fairly stable, but he was just scared. He did not forget the reason why he stood here, "Yes, I'm sorry, Madam! I still have something to do!"

Mrs. Quinn turned her head a bit impatiently, "Zack wouldn't mind me borrowing his employees." Lazier said, taking two steps forward again.

Baine still didn't keep up.

Mrs. Quinn's eyebrows were a little more frowned, and her head turned a little slower. The look in Bain's eyes was a little gloomy. "I'll tip you." Well, this is not a joke that Mrs. Quinn is showing generosity or mediation , But to tell the man who is still standing, this is your last chance.

"Mrs. Quinn?" Bain couldn't hear it in a very small voice, but Mrs. Quinn heard it from the earpiece on the desk in the office. It was Louise who questioned the same tiny background sound over the receiver.

Mrs. Quinn glanced at the receiver on the desk, then at Bain, and immediately understood why Baine did n’t move, and her frowned eyebrows spread out immediately, not to laugh, but to return to being expressionless, "You can go back to work "Then I walked to the office and picked up the receiver," Lois? "

Bain stayed at the door of the master bedroom for a while, and ran away quickly ... Then he would n’t go upstairs if he had nothing to do! Bain made a decision. Leave this little employee alone.

Mrs. Quinn picked up the receiver, and Louise spoke quickly, "What happened to Zach? Why do I seem to hear you say that many people have come to Grand?"

Mrs. Quinn did not talk nonsense, "Zac and Jessica were injured suddenly and lost a lot of blood this morning. After the news came out, everyone came to Grande to see the excitement." Uh, this narration ...

"Injured?" Louise's words slowed down. "Can Jessica hurt Zac?" The main thing I heard was too inexplicable, and I didn't want to waste emotions. Ask clearly.

"It's not Jessica, it's Zac himself, it seems that the blood control is out of control, and the blood vessel burst."

Uh……

Mrs. Quinn had n’t finished speaking, and the inexplicable distorted narrative continued, “Do n’t worry about it.” Mrs. Quinn actually knew to comfort Louise. No problem. It's just that Jessica was hurt this time, and the demon said it on purpose. "

Louise on the other side of the earpiece ... for a while, as if not knowing what to say.

Mrs. Quinn held the receiver and took the distorted topic to a more crooked place, "You don't really need to worry. It is the devil deliberately paying attention to himself, hum, 'Torito was wrongly injured', in It's really convenient at this time. "This ... seems to be a spit, but it is a good spit-Mrs. Quinn's next words explain why the people who came to Grand this time are really a pair The reason for eating melons, "No one has paid attention to the ancestors of the Gangaros anymore and abolished a demon contractor. This hand distracts and plays well, and I do n’t know if it ’s Jessica ’s idea or Zac ’s. Yes. But it does n’t matter, the effect is good enough. "

Louise was quiet again for a while, "The ancestor of the Gangro has abolished a demon contractor?" It doesn't make sense to ask someone else's statement. It is not this that Louise wants to ask, but, "How much has happened to Barton now? Things you do n’t know? "

Mrs. Quinn held the receiver and sighed anthropomorphically in order to clearly convey empathy to Louise, who is far away on the other side of the world. "A lot. But there is nothing to worry about. Barton has me, Emilia. And 'General'. "Mrs. Quinn also glanced casually in the direction of the living area." We can handle 'Toledo'. "This 'Toledo' refers to the ancestor, the clan, Also myself.

The topic of Mrs. Quinn turned smoothly, "You are the same over there." Speaking of them, they are all peers, all working hard for this generalized "Torido".

Louise seemed to think of something, "Uh, I almost forgot. I have something to ask Zac, but ... forget it, it sounds like you are busy enough. Help me tell Zac, the hidden alliance to find a republican government negotiation Now, the content is that if the Republican government is willing to actively expel all Torredo that already exists in the government, Fanzhuo will lend Bruch to the Republican government to pay off the aliens. "

Mrs. Quinn raised her eyebrows, "Although I haven't paid much attention to the republican situation, but I lent my strongest fighting power to others, is the secret alliance crazy?"

"If you know the current situation of the Republic, you won't feel that way. Oh." Louise is laughing. "The hidden alliance is now in the situation of the Republic. 'Infinite light' ~" Louise's smile makes people feel uncomfortable. The law understands this sentence literally, "So I made my own claim, and have taken Eli and Ian, temporarily separated from Papa at midnight and Pucci, and let the republican government accept the conditions of the hidden alliance. I did not seek Zach to discuss , I just informed him that in the future, I will take Republican Torredo to disappear collectively, everything is going smoothly, let him not worry. "

Mrs. Quinn also simply said, "Okay, I will get the message."

The call ends. Let's go back to the master bedroom ... no. We should make full use of the advantages brought by God's perspective to see the story.

Let's go to the hidden alliance.

The Republic now is midnight and late at night ~ But in the secret alliance, it is a joy ~ Why? Because the victory is worth celebrating ~

We do n’t have to waste time paying attention to those who do n’t matter, let ’s find acquaintances ~

Myers looked at the wine bottle in his hand, and the liquid in the glass was as bright as blood ... No, this is blood, Fanzhuo's blood. This is a reward, a reward you get after credit ~

Myers credit? Myers brought the Republican government information to the hidden alliance to cultivate a large number of descendants of Toledo ~

Myers has been holding this bottle of wine for several hours. He has been tempted by the ‘drinking it and you can become the strongest you’, but restrained. The basic literacy of a double-faced person-Miles knows what the real reward he is asking for. And in this process, all the temptations that come to him are his chips.

Myers himself will never drink this reward. He wants to keep it, keep it for ...

"Ha! You're here! I've been looking for you for a long time!" Zager approached Myers. "Huh? Didn't you drink the blood that Fanjo gave you?"

Myers shook his head and smiled cautiously. "I don't think I deserve this reward. I'm negotiating with you. I didn't do anything." The bottle in his hand was handed to Zager very simply.

Zagar did n’t pick it up, but his eyes were inseparable from the bottle that was pestered in front of him, full of smiles, "You are an important witness for the Republican government to import a large number of Toledo descendants into the western part of the Federation. The threat of this international scandal on the ground is real ~ your credit is great ~ "

Myers grabbed Zager's hand and stuffed the wine bottle into Zager's hand, the restrained smile became firm, "That's what you use well, I'm just the one who escaped, you found me Usefulness! This reward should be yours! "

Zagar's smile was as bright as a flower, "Then ... I will accept it ~"

After three seconds. Myers looked at Zagel stroking the bottle. "Don't you drink?"

"Ah ~ no ~" Zager's hand stroking the bottle seems to be touching the love-person-, "The bottle was drunk too much before, I haven't enjoyed it, this bottle ~ Ha ha, I want to stay Slowly taste ~ "

Myers responded with a smile and continued to do his best in the textbook style. "Oh, slowly taste better ~ Speaking, what is the 'strongest self'? I'm afraid there is no chance to get this kind of reward anymore. Yes, you talk to me ~ "

Zager loves this topic, "Everyone is different ~ After all, each person is the strongest and their own ideas are different ~"

"I've never thought about what the strongest I am like." Myers laughed at his face, shaking his head not to think about the illusory things. "What is yours?"

"The strongest me?" Zagar replied, super simple, "It's Zachary Torrido ~"