The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Zac walked into the extremely clean and tidy [Skull Skull Bar]. Eight? One? Chinese ▲? Web www.81zw.com ■ Crowley's style, these guys are more like Puritan than demons!

Seth seemed to be a little surprised by what he saw. An individual sat with his waist stern, looking at the three outsiders.

Zac raised his eyebrows. He glanced at the people in the bar. The demons and ordinary humans accounted for about half of each. "Who do I want to talk to?" Zac casually looked at a demon and asked.

"I." A man in the back and forth about thirty looked out, a human with a large burn scar on his chin, but his eyes were aimed at someone aside, not a person, but a demon.

When someone was close to the man's ear and was about to say something, Zac waved his hand, "I can introduce myself, I can do it myself." Zac walked toward the man, raised his eyebrows, Crowley actually kept this human boss. If she is clever, if Crowley completely replaces this gang with demons, Anthony is unhappy, and will allow Cologne to find a reason to ban them.

"Zacary Grande." Zac sat directly opposite the man. "You can call me Zac."

"I still prefer it, Mr. Grande." The man smiled. "Square." He raised his eyebrows and leaned forward, approaching Zac's direction. "Are you really, uh, vampire?" "

"Yes, it can't be anymore." Zac grinned, deliberately widening his lips, showing sharp teeth that suddenly stretched. Seeing the other person retracting his body vigilantly, Zac felt a little good about this Sgal.

Skoll squeezed his eyes. "You can retract it!" He glanced at Seth, who was not sitting down, and raised his chin slightly, saying hello to his opponents in various senses.

There was already a demonic introduction in Sgal's ear, and he nodded in the direction of nothing. Dylan tilted his head and returned one.

"I don't want to waste time." Zac looked at each other, a little curious, Crowley used this deal to get this guy to his staff. ? August? Chinese? Text ◆ Net. ww.81zw.com?

transaction? Refers to the demon contract, as the saying goes. He succumbed to temptation and sold his soul to the demon of hell. I just do n’t know what Crowley promised is attractive enough to make these guys want to live like the Puritans.

"I need your people to patrol the southeast to prevent hunters from approaching."

Skoll raised an eyebrow. The scar on the chin shook. "Hunter? What is the hunter?" He looked at the man next to him, the demon, with an expression waiting to be explained.

Zac smiled in his heart, again a poor guy who didn't know what he would face. In a hurry, he sold himself to the devil.

The demons around Skool looked at Zac, his eyes awake, and the black diffused out of the pupil, as if something was rolling.

"Ah!" Skool shook his head, with a self-deprecating tone like a ruffian, "This is asking for the real boss!" He glanced at Zac, "I should be happy that she would choose me , But. "He pouted," I'm really not happy. "

Zac's smile began to appear on his face, but he didn't answer. Although the other party seems to be a pretty good guy. But no matter whether it is from Grande ’s social relationship (‘general’) or Grande ’s relationship with Crowley, Zac is not suitable for being too friendly to this person, it ’s a pity.

The demon's eyes recovered, and he attached to Scoll's ear again, whispering a few words.

Zach had heard it, but waited for Sgal to speak. Skoll shrugged, looking indifferent. "Okay, I'll send someone to patrol the neighborhood. If it's there. Uh, the hunter, it will be dealt with directly."

Then this guy glanced at the demon in charge of messenging by his side, "You know what I said. Actually, you go. I don't know what the hunter is, it's your business, you deal with it. Just love it. My brothers ’body! Do n’t mess with it!"

The devil twitched the corners of his mouth, and one of his white eyes had not yet been rolled over, and his eyes were surging black again, presumably because of a small report. ∮ 八 ∮ 一 ∮ 中 ∮ text, www.8.1ｚw.ＣＯＭ

In the mayor's office. Anthony's excited speech was not over yet, and now Crowley was distracted again.

Anthony opened his mouth, scolded, and looked down at the things in his hand. Now Anthony is holding a file, the kind that federal citizens will have, and the photo above is a young clean version of a wandering woman.

That is Crowley's container. Zach guessed Crowley was here in Anthony, but he guessed Crowley's purpose wrong. Crowley came to name her container, which is to legalize the citizenship information of this woman again.

The woman ’s life is recorded in the file. She does n’t seem to be a kind person. She steals, trespasses into other people ’s homes, does not pay for meals ... But because the woman is diagnosed with paranoid mental disorder (the main symptom is delusion), so After she committed a bunch of trivial matters, she got rid of it without responsibility.

But mental illness is not a panacea. In fact, the legal citizenship of this woman named Poole has expired. Because she has not fulfilled her obligations as a citizen for too long, taxes, social security ... even a fixed residence and contact information, just like most homeless people, they become the deadlock of federal citizen information.

The reason why Crowley came is simple. Anthony is always upset that she doesn't even have an identity, even the Pattonian citizens are not. So Crowley rightfully threw this little thing before Anthony, "This is my future identity, get it right."

Think of this as Crowley's revenge on Anthony at random. It's quite naive and helpless, just like filing.

Crowley's dark eyes flashed red. She waved her hands impatiently and said to the air, "Follow him!" God knew who she was talking to.

Her eyes were focused on Anthony again. "No one will bother us anymore." She looked at Anthony's irritated expression and carefully read the file. "Are you going to help me, if you think this kind of thing is too small I do n’t need you to do it, then I ’m happy to deal with it myself. "

"Humph!" Anthony glanced at Crowley. "Then let you put your hand in the government office? Or population management, do you think I'm stupid."

Anthony snapped and closed the file. He didn't know where Crowley got the file. The corners were yellow, and God knew how long it had been buried.

Crowley pouted, two long legs staggered, and changed the way of overlapping. "We already have an agreement. I said I won't touch the Barton management. I just won't. You should believe me instead of looking for it anytime. Opportunity to question me. "

"Your agreement was made with Grande." Anthony put the file at the bottom of the stack of pending documents. This is what he is saying in his own way-he will handle it, but it won't make you so easy. Get what you want, "It's not my turn to believe you."

Crowley pursed her lips, and Anthony crossed the line very cunningly.

This way everyone will understand.

We can think of Anthony and Grande as one, because their relationship has been determined before coming to Barton, it is a deracial friendship, Barton is now the result of their joint efforts. Therefore, the agreement between Crowley and Grande, all kinds of restrictions on demons, are actually for the city led by Anthony-Button.

But we can't think of Anthony and Grande as one, because Anthony is the mayor, Grande, uh, Grande is just a voter who has the right to vote!

So for things that are good for Button, Anthony took a step in it, and secretly helped Grande behind, such as a contract with the prison. But as soon as there were signs of being bad for Button, Anthony jumped out and became the mayor, speaking of such sad words for Crowley who had been restricted to helplessness by Grande.

It's just rogue.

Crowley has been trying to find a foothold for an equal dialogue with Anthony, but in the case of Anthony's cunning use of Grand as a shield, she has now been unknowingly reduced to the status of voters, making people helpless Yes, her relationship with Anthony was not good enough to be a friend. So she never had a foothold in front of Anthony!

"You really ..." Crowley stared at Anthony, thinking about the words, and finally felt euphemistic. "Cunning."

Anthony snorted, "I was really not sure whether I should be happy or sad when I was said by a demon." He waved his hand. "Are you okay, you can go when you are okay." Anthony looked at the time, almost fast At noon, his secretary Gina was about to come in for a wordy lunch choice.

Crowley stood up straight without any squeeze, and adjusted her coat. Behind her, chaotic lights and shadows flashed, "There is one more thing."

Anthony looked down at the file and shook his head, but did not look at her again. Just like Zac guessed, Anthony also guessed that Crowley could not have thought of the saint's arrival. Although the main purpose of her coming here this time is not this matter, it is impossible to even mention it.

"If she comes," Crowley's voice hesitated, "Tell her that I am at Mary Church, and she is always welcome to visit."

Anthony twitched his lips, responding impatiently, "Talk to Zac, tell me what to do!"

Crowley actually smiled, not knowing whether she meant something else, "It's not the arrogant vampire who really has influence, but you."

As if countless pages turned simultaneously, disturbing the air, Crowley had disappeared.

Anthony finally looked up at the opposite side of the empty, lost his pen and leaned on the back of the chair. Anthony frowned, he understood what Crowley said.

Last night, while the vampire and Alley were bored waiting for Gangaro to return, Zac called Anthony to briefly explain that there will be a new alien in the city of Patton, and a powerful alien-Gange Luo and the Saints.

Zac also unabashedly stated his purpose, Grande wanted them. In order to do this, Zac needs Anthony's help. As the mayor, Anthony needs to prove to the saints that this is a harmonious and free city as Zac said. The leader of Barton, the mayor, is an impartial 'righteous man', not a puppet controlled by aliens. (To be continued.)