Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Its approaching midnight, well, in the closed top-floor stamp, Zach doesnt have any accurate concept of time. The person who tells the time is an inexplicable’person’.

This’person’ has been here for a long time, and Zach is not sure how he got in. He didn’t speak, looking at Zac silently, occasionally waving at the closed silver-filled ceiling, revealing a night and starlight, then pinched his fingers as if he was calculating something, and then continued to watch Zach busy.

Tell me what Zach is doing.

Zac gives the former Torrido brother the respect he deserves.

The container used only to carry the second-generation Toledo blood. The former Toledo messenger has been removed from the third cockpit door and placed on a temporary table.

Just like Zach in the Grand Funeral Home, he occasionally handles the deceased’s body, such as suture the wound, such as inserting fillers, such as concealing blemishes…

Zach is doing something similar. Only some, special. This is the body of a vampire. What is the meaning of repairing the human remains? Zach spent a lot of time disassembling the silver objects connected and placed in the messenger of Toledo.

This process does not make the vampire feel comfortable-no matter how thick Zac wears, the silver pipes and internal organs still affect Zac’s senses.

And dealing with the remains of the deceased is not a rough job, right? Its about the last face of the deceased and bid farewell to this World, right. When Zach had special respect for the deceased, Zach wanted to be perfect by himself.

So, the gloves are also lost, the coat is also taken off, the sleeves are rolled up, and his hands are bare. The skin is in contact with everything that makes people uncomfortable, silver, sticky, broken bones, soft flesh…

This is a difficult process.

The ceiling was waved by the inexplicable’person’ again, showing the night.

Zach also successfully pulled out the appendix like a stone, and threw it aside. When the open body in front of him began to close under the action of blood, he raised his head and looked at what appeared on the ceiling. At night, “It’s so late?” is a sigh.

There was no response, the inexplicable “human” finger moved regularly, calculating something.

Zach frowned and looked at this guy. It is obvious that this is a republic. The skeleton structure which is different from the federal people has shown this point. However, apart from this, Zach I dont know anything about this guy, “Do you know how to speak?”

The man glanced at Zach, his lips did not move, he continued to move his fingers, waved his hand, and the night of the ceiling perspective disappeared. Stand there quietly.

Zac shook his head, not wanting to reach into the body on the table again for a while, he needs to relax.

Zach looked sideways at the appendix he had just thrown out, and when he curled his mouth, he was talking to himself, “Can you believe it, the magic banquet even has such useless organs? Don’t let it go.”

Don’t forget, Oz Kozier said, this messenger is the most’expensive’, and every organ in his body is silver.

The inexplicable Republican did not respond. Zac continued to mutter to himself, “Lesenbra really did a lot of work on collecting me, hehe.” sneered, “I guess he is really clear enough about the collection and the daoist, that’s the one who Sir, I admire sculptures and picture scrolls, but I definitely dont want to make real dragons…” Isnt it, Luxembra used this disgusting and inhuman way to make these accessories for the combination of “Zac”, just because he found Isn’t it true Zach? No, it’s because he doesn’t want to make a real Zach. This is also the difference between Zach’s resurrection of Zagel and Luxembra’s creation of Zagel. The collection that Luxembra wants is incomplete, such as sculptures, things like Hanamaki that can only be enjoyed, not Zac…

Everyone can slowly understand the difference, and the republic has been quiet. People spoke up.

“Ye Gong*%_#_*_##.”

“Sorry, what did you say?” Zach looked towards the Republican, Zach couldnt understand him The language, that is the Republican language. The only thing Zach understood was the two terms Mo mentioned when Grande asked Mo about the story.

The republican stopped talking again.

Zac waved his hand, forget it.

Just forget it. How to describe it. Hmm…Lets put it this way, when this guy suddenly appeared here, Zach had some actions, regular actions, vigilance, defense, attack, temptation… The other party did not give any response, almost standing in a ignorant posture. Watch Zach doing these fruitless moves there.

So, Zach at least understands that this guy is not malicious, even if there is, it can’t be prevented by Zach, so forget it.

Continue to press the body of the messenger Toledo, and the silver organs in the chase have been removed. This is proof that the vampire’s self-healing ability is more and more smooth. But Zach was still very careful, carefully feeling the skin under his touch, looking for any silver residue.

After finishing this, Zach regained his mood like a person facing a big enemy, and raised his hand to press the head of the messenger Toledo. As Oz said, the brain is also silver.

The fingertips began to stretch. Zach’s hands moved together in front of his head. Zach didn’t know where to start. Zach didn’t want to accidentally let his work for so long in vain and kill the opponent by mistake. The beheading was recorded on Maddison’s “How to Kill a Vampire” notebook for a long time…

After Zach was inked for a long time, his fingertips were finally placed on the upper jaw of his head.

The Republicans moved.

Zac curled his lips, a little helpless, “please don’t move, affect me…”

As if the other party would pay attention to him, the Republican opened the door.

Zac retracted his hand, and craniotomy was impossible, because, with a head that Zac wanted to open, appeared at the door. With the mop-like hair swaying with the head, he walked into the closed top floor and stamped it.

Papa midnight.

It’s midnight.

“I can help you with this~” stood beside Zac, “Wow~beautiful~” Uh, “Torrido’s messenger~ tell me the current Torrido clan~” Zha K, “Do you have any special preferences? Why are the clansman of Toledo such handsome and beautiful guys~”

“Why are you here, Papa Midnight.” Calm is one Anyway, the questions that should be asked still need to be asked, and can only, expect, the other party will answer truthfully. Feel this helpless.

“Don’t you need a translator~” Papa answered midnight.

Zac opened his mouth and closed it, his eyes slid across the face of the Republican who continued to stand quietly, hum, Zach had nothing to say.

“Let’s give, please~” Papa gestured at midnight.

Zac frowned, only to make the head position.

Papa took the place of Zac at midnight, bent over, and any thick and frizzy braids were drooping on the stone platform. I don’t know if it is full of filth or is it because his hands with the natural color of his skin pinched the chin of his body on the stone platform and swayed from side to side, as if observing.

Zac waited for a while, although Papa admitted at midnight that Zac was now the identity of the Torrido clan, huh, the status was still not equal, and the upcoming conversation could not begin with Zac.

Papa raised a finger at midnight, pried open the mouth of the head, and started to stretch it in…

Enough. Zach ignored his position, “You said to translate, then, translate.”

Unaffected by Zach, his fingers are still deep into the mouth of the head, watching the back of Napapa’s hand slightly agitate at midnight Skeleton, he was picking…”What’s the hurry~”

“I don’t need your help…” Zach was about to squeeze away Papa Midnight, who was blaspheming the body.

“*%___” The Republic guy said.

Papa looked up at midnight, and the body pushed by Zac was completely motionless. “He said, thank you. You hope he will express his gratitude in person, and he will come.”

Is that worthy of being inexplicable? No.

Since he couldn’t stop Papa from midnight, Zac gave up. Anyway, it’s not the first time Zach gave up on Papa Midnight. Zach looked at the Republican, “So it’s you, stealing fuel from the Barton funeral industry, stealing the’goods’ from Fisher’s ship.” The last one, a little speechless, “It’s also you, to the supermarket inventory in Quest’s heart. Sprinkle the ashes.”

The Republicans didnt speak, Papa midnight, “Its him, its him~~”

Zacs expression reaction did not give Papa a steal at midnight. , But gave a viscous nausea sound that seemed to be a response to vomiting. At the same time, along with Papa’s fingers lifted from his head at midnight, the silver began to flow out of his mouth!

Zac frowned, looked at Papa Midnight, no longer caring about that many, and approached Papa Midnight directly, re-holding the head of his former Toredo brother, and turning it sideways. Silver began to flow from all the holes provided on the skull, mouth, nostrils, corners of eyes, ears…

Papa felt consciously this time, pushed a little away, pulled his hair, and squatted on On one side, I once again observed Zacs face with silver flowing side by side, Im curious how the magic feast put the silver in ~ craniotomy? How savage~

K didn’t want to respond to this ridicule. The craniotomy was also Zac’s original plan. Oh, vampires must admit that some things are inferior to witchcraft.

The Republicans speak again. Papas translation at Midnight was worse than Mos. It wasnt until the Republicans said a lot that this guy shook his head, glanced at Zac and said, “He said a lot of insignificant things. Pay attention.” Uh.

Zacs speechless gaze just looked towards the Republican, and Papa stood up at midnight, blocking Zacs sight, “We should talk~” Its no matter whether Zach is in the mood, Papa Midnight grinned and showed his two rows of teeth, “hehe ~ Now that you have seen this’person’, what do you think of him? Do you regret it?”

“Regret what.” Zach Calmly.

“Forgot? No way. Don’t you remember what I suggested to you at the detective (Lance)’s house~” Papa was playing a game at midnight-a game that blocked Zac’s sight. Zac tilted his head, his mop head moved, Zac lowered his head, and his mop head bent over, “You let the Barton funeral business go out of business, I will give you a republican god, he is~”

Zac didnt look away, looking at Papa at midnight, “No, theres nothing to regret, God of the Republic, its not surprising.”

Papa raised his eyebrows at midnight and said “Thank you~~” He took this as Zach’s praise to him, and, “Ha! I want to translate this sentence to him~” Turning his head, he turned to the Republican God who had just been expressed by Zach. , “%_#_”

Forget it.

Listening to Papas words at midnight, the Republican glanced at Zach, still expressionless, and replied.

Papa turned back in disappointment at midnight, “What he said, it doesn’t matter.” Poor translation.

A pool of liquid silver has gathered under Zacs feet. Zac realigned his head and looked at the closed eyes that were sunken after expelling something that shouldnt be inside the cranial cavity. , Disinclined to pay attention to Papa midnight, and the mood began to become complicated–

The eyes opened, very slowly, and the depression seemed to be bulging, returning to where the eyeball should be.

Zac’s former Torrido brother woke up.

No, not really awake. Just opened it and looked at Zach, motionless, just above his sight.

Papa watched for a while at midnight, “Heh~what are you expecting~his blood has been cleared by Luxembra~his brain is growing again~he doesn’t know anything, he Cant do anything ~ even more baby than a newborn baby~” Papa seemed to be happy at midnight, “At least the first time the baby breathes the air, it hurts and he will cry~ He will not even breathe~” Because he is a vampire, “He just For the plant whose heart is beating…”

Papa didn’t finish at midnight, because Zac’s eyes were red.

“You are Toledo’s messenger.” Actually, it doesn’t need to be said specifically, the enchanting pupil is already working. Zach just wants to interrupt Papa’s verbose midnight, “You are in Toledo. When the clan was facing a crisis, it shouldered the responsibility of awakening the clan’s ancestors and saving the clan.”

The eyes that Zach looked at also began to turn red.

Zac continued, “You failed, you failed very thoroughly. Toledo is destroyed, and look at you now…”

Papa picked at midnight Lower the eyebrows, ready to say something but stop temporarily, because Zach started, simply, beheaded.

As for grooming the deceased, the last step is naturally the burial after the farewell.

It took up a lot of Zach’s time and labor. In this brief moment, nothing was sputtered. On the temporary table, a pile of collapsed dust lifted up traces of dust.

Papa still spoke at midnight. The tone of “wasted~” is annoying, “I didn’t expect you to still be in this role~”

Zach disinclined to pay Attention to, patted the dust on his hands and looked at Papa Midnight, “Are you still doing something?”

“Besides confirming whether you regret it?” Papa asked at midnight, smiling. “You probably dont know what this republics divine ability does. Believe me, when you know, you will…”

I was interrupted, a bunch of republics that Zach didnt understand language.

Papa’s smile disappeared at midnight, turned to the Republican, and returned a string of Republican words.

The republican language seems to be arguing about something.

Zach actually doesn’t understand how these two guys can stand here and talk, shouldn’t they be enemies? After all, this republican’god’ wants to frustrate the illegal workers because Papa transformed them at midnight.

But these doubts cannot be answered for the time being, as if a disputed conversation has passed, Papa flicked the mop at midnight and glanced at Zach, “hehe ~ what a pity ~ see you next time~” Together with the Republicans, disappeared.