Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

The breath of the city is far away, and Zach needs to wipe the dust off the lens from time to time to continue to see where they are going. Although there is nothing to see, except for the sand, the dead plants, twisted into weird shapes in the sunset.

“Do you like the sunset in the desert?” Rutte Luxembra grasped the steering wheel of this jeep, and said words from time to time.

Not for anything else, just to see if Zach will answer accidentally and break the naive game of silence.

Zach’s defensive power is not that weak.

Root tilted his head and controlled the car to move on, “This was once the center of the city.” Regardless of whether Zach responded, he continued to make a voice, “This is the town square, the era of witch hunting. , We are here to encourage the citizens to burn the witch to death.”

As if Zac cared…Zac really cared. He tilted his body on the car door and glanced down. The kill that was turned over by the wheel, puffed up. Zach retracted his body.

“Vega was just a town, do you know.” As if it was Zacks response, he gave Lut a message, “Trading town, the materials we bought from the middle part of the country must be delivered through here Farther west.” There is an obvious’accusation’ in these words-the magic banquet requires high prices to obtain supplies from the middle.

Zac responded again, with a triumphant smile.

This is another confidence boost for Rutte, “I am also where I am complacent.” Shaking his head, “I created a gold rush.”

Zac looked at Eye Root smiled and turned away. Zach knew that this unilateral conversation would continue.

“The gold rush has brought population and fame to the west. At least no matter how high the price of materials is secretly raised, the people in the west will feel,’We have gold’.”

G shrugged.

“You must think I was lucky, gold, hehe. Using gold to attract humans.” This time Lut didn’t care about Zach’s reaction, because the initiative was with him, “but thanks to Holy Lord In taking care of this land, there is really gold in the west~ so there is a population in the west.”

If Zach wants to speak, it must be–“Papa Midnight is the one who takes care of the entire continent. “But Zach wouldn’t speak now, would he.

“We, Demon Banquet, with population and gold, Secrets can no longer suppress the West.” It is Rutte who is proud, “No matter how dangerous the Secret Alliance is to promote the West Places-there are people in the street dueling life and death at any time, being bitten by mosquitoes and getting malaria in the wild, being trampled by bison in the market… or getting syphilis with a fucking girl. He he he. “Rout may think his words are very different. Its funny, where Im laughing, “But, countless merchants came to the west for gold~The hidden alliance cant stop~”

Zach confirmed one thing, and Rutter is not arrogant. , He has a clear destination. And along with this dialogue in which I did not participate, the distance to this destination was shrinking.

“With the merchants and the high-priced materials they bring. I know that I need a way to let them leave everything they can in the west. After all, in addition to gold, the west is just A huge piece of wasteland gold is nothing but gold.” Rutte glanced at Zach, raised his eyebrows, “I have to make their trip to the west,’good value’.”

It means not only to match the value of high-priced materials, but also to catch up. The means of the Hidden Alliance to obstruct the development of the west created the fighting spirit of the magic banquet.

The answer is quite obvious.

“What could be better than gambling that would allow those businessmen to empty everything in their pockets~” Do you know that for immortal species, this is a privilege-when telling history With a natural sense of pride, “Vega has risen.”

Route slowed down, “This used to be a pawnshop of Vega, and it was piled up with the goods mortgaged by various businessmen here. There is no shortage of money in the west. What is missing is things. Since when, I am not sure, but any merchant who comes to the west will not only carry trading goods, but also carry materials that can be pawned at high prices.” “You know that for a long time, this place has almost become a gathering place for’heirlooms’. Watches, necklaces, plates… Then, it’s not just materials, but people, family members, servants, and everything else. The fact that you can only start living in the west.”

Rout is describing a snowballing history.

If it hadnt been for a depression in Zacs vision that was still noticeable in the dim light, Zac would have thought it was Ruths pure sigh of his glorious deeds.

“Starting from here, so I have a special feeling for this place.” Root’s speed has slowed down, and it seems that he is going to the side of the sunken pothole, “I I built my first home here.”

The car stopped.

Rout got out of the car first, and pointed to the east, “That’s the vestibule, where most of the things that deal with humans happen.” He seemed to remember something suddenly, “Oh, why are you asking why? Is it eastward?”

Trust me, Zach didn’t even ask.

“Hehe, it is the end of the war and the west is on the right track. I finally have time for myself to enjoy the gifts that the Holy Lord has given us. Day trip.” Falling into my own emotions, Very pious, “Every time I see the first rays of light from Dongfang Liang, I will praise the Holy Lord for giving me the ability to enjoy this moment.”

Zach looked at Rutte ‘S performance-it’s dusk at this time, and Root is piously facing east, what do you think is there? There is Final Struggle to keep the last rays of sunshine in the sky.

Hey. Just be fair. Root did not perform, it was him, the true heart of the magic banquet. It’s just that the time he chose to express his piety is a bit inappropriate.

For a period of ink prayer, Root spoke again, here, pointing to the sunken pit in front of him, casually, Zach has already seen the contents inside-dozens of them have been pieced together Arranged skeleton. “It’s my atrium. Most of the magic banquet gatherings are held here.” Shrugging lightly, “It’s not an official business, but occasionally a relaxing party with my brothers. Banquets, group x, and so on. This is my home. I like it. Relax in your own home.”

Router paused and grabbed the sand at will. “I guess you have guessed it. What is the last party here.”

Zac looked at the skeleton at the bottom of the pothole, he knew it. Of course I know, the Indian game that was disrupted by Papa at midnight.

On the first day Zach lived in his 200-year-old home, in a conversation with Dell, he’unintentionally’ exposed the fact that half of Vijays life was lost and some Indian families in the central part of the country had risen. ,Is not it.

“The history and prosperity I made.” Rutte rubbed the sand in his hand-he chose a very bad way of showing strength. After all, the sand is still sand when he rubs it harder, “stolen Lets go. All the pride before, is here with what he fell in his hands. Anyway, its no different from before. Hey, Sha, became the dangerous anger that made Zach want to put on a defensive posture. I stole it.”

I’m sorry. This way, it seemed to everyone that it probably gave everyone the illusion that Zach and Root were only in the car. Actually, there is another person in the car

It’s Nick. The only reason he followed was to see if Lesenbra was looking for Zac to go out at this delicate point in time, whether he wanted to kill Zac.

The reason? Did you forget the previous conversation between Nick and Zach? Luxembras tolerance for the new Toledo will be an important indicator of Luxembras judgment on Zmichs current situation, right?

“Can someone explain.” Nick got out of the car and thrust his foot into Shali. Like dead wood rooted in the desert. He frowned and sat back in the car, “Resenbra, when did you dug such a big pit?”

“Only two days.” Rutter stood up, spilling Angrily withdrew, and calmly turned around to explain to Nick, “On the first day Torrido came, he said something that I really care about, so it is necessary to confirm it.”

“Then?” Nick was a little unsure. Patience, it is understandable that the desert is not a fun place, “You dug up a pile of corpses under your old home…” Nick stood on the car seat, looked under his eyes, and curled his mouth. “Yin An Rens corpse, from the perspective of the characteristics of the skeleton. Needless to say about the appearance and characteristics of Yinan, We all know that we have buried a lot of things here before, and we like parties. He pulled the corner of his mouth. What’s the point?” Nick still murmured at the end, “Why are the other things we buried, why are these Indians only left?”

Question, but no answer. It is enough to show that these bones are independent and special.

Rout looked at Zach. Zach thought about it, and finally he spoke. But, not against Rutte, the silent game against Luxembra continues. Zach said to Nick, “Papa used witchcraft at midnight to curse this land. The prosperity of Vega was transferred to certain Indian families in the middle.”

Nick was stunned. For a moment, it seems that I remembered something, looked towards Lut, “Is it that boring game of Papa midnight? He buried our toys alive, let us find it?”

Luter nodded.

“Witchcraft can do this?” Nick’s face was questioned, “Stealing the prosperity of this land?” His gaze stayed on Root’s face, and he turned to Zach after receiving no answer.

Zac tilted his head, “He is a god, he changed the world law, so that we can not set foot in the Indian land, what do you think.”

Nick frowned. , Sat back. Did not speak.

There is a fact here. If Nick does not speak, the number of people participating in the conversation is not three minus one equals two, but equals one. Three vampires are somewhere in the desert, wrapped in the night, and only Luts voice is

“Papa will pay for this at midnight. He will steal from me as much as he can Double, no, triple pay.”

Nick is the only creature Zac will respond here. Therefore, Ruth’s words can be regarded as speaking to the air.

Air responded to Root. There was a demon wind that didn’t know where it came from, picked up a piece of dead wood that hadn’t known where it came from, and smashed a front light of the Jeep.

Probably it was just a coincidence, but Rutte still looked gloomy, “I have asked Revro to check the ownership of these Indian bloodlines. I may not be able to move Papa at midnight, these Indian families, It’s time to repay the debt.”

Zac moved a little while standing and raised his hand to intercept something flying over in the night. Another piece of dead wood brought by the air. Zach looked at the wood in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and thrust his hand into his foot.

Routs face became a little gloomy again, Its been a while, and its still difficult to find out the source of the bloodline of these Indians.

Speaking of Papa’s midnight moment, Rutter took it more than expected, eh, counsel? His words seem to be constantly retracting his imposing manner.

How to explain…This way–

We should always encounter some products that we hate in our lives. For example, Maddison, I, after exhausting all hair coloring products, particularly hate a certain brand of hair coloring products. That thing will make my scalp itchy for a week.

So, every time I see this brand of product on the shelf, I will try my best to discredit this brand of product. So far, I have quarreled with the clerk about refunds, threatened the manager to compensate for my scalp care, and blocked countless shoppers who came to this product.

Everyone knows, I was not happy at Barton. This is my means of venting. Don’t criticize me. I am human.

But one day, I received a customer service call from this brand. The gentle female voice told me that their company had received a large number of reports about the deliberate destruction of their product sales in Barton. Of course, the gentle female voice did not say that it was me. She just said that as a consumer profile reported by Barton’s big Q supermarket, I, a customer who buys a large number of similar products, is an important research object. Their company wants to ask me. What this potential customer thinks of their product.

Guess what? Did I curse this gentle female voice until she doubted life? Do not. I said: “You made a mistake.”

Can you find the connection between this example and this time? Yes-the product is Indian; the company is the god, Papa Midnight; me, is Ruth.

Zac spoke suddenly and said to Nick, “Barton has many wizards. Bad wizards, the kind of abandoned sons of the family. But because they are rotten, they are in a group. With all kinds of family bloodline Wizards gathered at Paisin in Barton.”

Nick frowned, “What did you tell me, I didn’t ask.”

“I just want you to tell our brother , Root Luxembra, before he does anything stupid, please consider the probability that Papa may bury that gang of wizards at midnight, and then, any effort we make to Barton in the future is to feed… “

Zac need not finish. Root stood between the sights of Zac and Nick, “Can’t you explain the connection between these two things earlier!” This is an accusation, an undisguised accusation.

Zac glanced at Rutte, calmly, without any emotion. Then the focus of his sight penetrated the figure blocking the way, to Nick, “I never thought that these two things were connected before. Perhaps it was the desert, the sunset and the night, this…” Zach pointed and was stuck in his foot. The deadwood on the edge, “gave me a strange feeling. I realized that certain things are completely beyond our control. For example, Papa Midnight.” Zach shook the head, “Vega was cursed until I Only two days before coming to the West, I knew that Poch Quinn told me. And he told me to give him his son whose witchcraft talent surprised me and buy more time. I never took Seriously. The purpose of saying it is just to educate the evil tastes of human beings.” Well, yes, Zach said this to tell Dale how the beauty in his eyes is formed, “By the way, when I dont speak to Luxembra In the time, give him something to do.”

Use the third person in front of others, Zach is really…Forget it, there is no need to spend more time here to watch the awkward dialogue of three vampires Up. Look at things that are truly beyond control.

Vampire, in the desert. So two humans, James and Dale, are at home.

Now, no one is at home. Dale threw James, who was struggling in the cloth bag, into the trunk of the rented car and left the house.

There is a note on the model on the third floor, just one sentence.

“When I feel safe, James Lance is free.”

James, it’s still very useful.