Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Go west along the Charles River and enter the Western Region of Barton City. As a city whose entire eastern border is surrounded by Massa Bay, the Western Region of Barton City is the origin of Barton.

Barton City didn’t even have a name more than half a century ago. It was just an undeveloped wilderness in the east of Massa, and the current Western Region was planned to be under the jurisdiction of Newton City in the east of Barton. A group of visionary elites used the current Western Region as a springboard to develop eastward and build the current Barton City.

After transferring the center of power to Barton North, this group of people retracted into the original Western Region, forming the unique polarization of the current Western Region-you are either very, very rich and called the master , Either very very poor and become a servant of the master.

Benjamins truck drove over a cobblestone road and stopped outside an estate.

“Grand House, we had an appointment with Mrs. Quinn.” Benjamin leaned out of the car window and said to the formal guard.

The security guard has a headset plugged into his right ear, and the bent line is stuffed into the inside of his shirt, and you can see the Wireless Electronics pinned to his waist. The security guard received the instruction, bowed slightly and bowed, and opened the iron gate of the manor.

Benjamin nodded, once again mobilized his muddy truck and entered the manor.

Zac adjusted his posture on the passenger seat, looking at the patterns on the iron bars that were pulled apart on both sides, his expression became more serious unconsciously.

“What’s the matter?” Benjamin glanced at the vampire beside him, “Afraid?”

Zac tilted his head, “Let’s pray, the title deed of this estate says It’s not the name of’Porch Quinn’, right.”

Benjamin chuckled and drove the truck around the fountain in the front courtyard of the manor. An eagle with wings spread on his left arm is attacking!

Eagle-Totem of the Federal Natives. This means that Zac will be bound by the protection of the territory in the aboriginal bloodline. If the owner opposes Zac appearing on his territory, Zac will die.

However, Zach does not think that Mrs. Quinn will distribute her inheritance in advance, even more how is now.

Benjamin jumped out of the car with an old briefcase on his shoulder. He opened the back seat door, and an adult Great Dane jumped out of the truck and looked at the manor indifferently.

“Keep up, Kim.” Zach beckons with the hand and walked ahead.

Enter the lobby, aboriginal style carpets, decorations, and heraldry. It can be seen that the Quinin and his wife are both people who respect tradition very much.

Porch Quinn hurriedly passed by the hall with some information, and found these two’uninvited guests’ with a look of surprise.

“Why are you here?” Porch frowned, and looked towards the passing servants: “Who allowed you to come in!”

“We received Mrs. Quinns Invite, come and explain the specific process of the funeral.” Zach leaned slightly and answered with a smile.

Porch frowned tighter, looking towards Benjamins briefcase on his side: “Give me the process, you can go!”

The two of them didnt move, only A fat-looking Great Dane slowly approached Porch, but his eyes seemed to be paying attention to the pastries held by the passing maids.

“What is this!” Porch stepped back and stepped away from the Great Dane who approached: “Animals are not allowed here!”

“Jin.” Zach He smiled and said: “It’s called Jin, and it seems to like you very much.”

Porch stepped back and looked a little embarrassed. The Great Dane named Jin ignored his disgust and kept moving towards him. near.

“I don’t care what its name is! Keep it away from me! And you! Leave the process information, and then leave! Get out of my home!”

Doing their own things calmly, but their eyes are flashing jokingly, secretly looking here.

“Young Master.” On the left side of the hall, the revolving marble staircase is connected to the 2nd floor. The female caretaker who has been on the left and right of Mrs. Quinn is holding the guardrail of 2-Layer, whispering: “Madam Still waiting for guests.”

Zac smiled at the young female caregiver and turned to Porch: “It’s a pity, I don’t think this is your home.”

Zac let Porch, who was still avoiding the Great Dane approaching, stepped up the stairs, and Benjamin behind him patted Porch on the shoulder: “I’ll give you a suggestion. You can give him some food. He loves it. Food.” Benjamin thought for a while, and added: “By the way, don’t perfuse it with bones, it hates bones.”

Under the guidance of the female nurse, the two alien races went through twists and turns In the corridor, enter the balcony of the atrium, where you can see the landscape of the entire atrium. A Barton daily newspaper was placed in front of Mrs. Quinn, and some pastries were placed on delicate small plates on a small carved wooden table. It is tea time for Mrs. Quinn.

“Madam.” The female nurse reminded her and exited the balcony.

Mrs. Quinn turned her head and saw the two of them. She gestured slightly and they sat down at the small table.

Mrs. Quinn’s face looks very good, she seems to have come out of the pain of losing her husband three days ago. At least it was written in the Barton Daily, but we all know the real reason~

Mrs. Quinn handed the newspaper to Zach who had just sat down: “Look at these reports!’Rise in sadness… ‘, I dont remember when Quinn was in decline!”

Zac took the newspaper and glanced at it with a smile, “Madam knows that the reports are always like this now, and people like dramatic stories. I am very I like this picture.” Zach pointed to a picture in the newspaper, where Mrs. Quinn was standing in front of the microphone and speaking. It was completely different from her previous sluggish look curled up in a wheelchair. “However, I thought Madam would be more…”

“What’s more?” Mrs. Quinn held up the tea cup, “Low-key?” She sipped her tea and shook her head: “The consequence of low-key is being poisoned by her own grandson? I think Make a change.”

Mrs Quinns generation has withdrawn from the media early. They know that their era has passed, so they gave way to the younger generation. Therefore, in recent years, their silhouettes have rarely appeared in newspapers. This time Mrs. Quinns press conference with great fanfare is indeed a big change.

Zac did not answer the call, took the briefcase handed by Benjamin, took out the materials, and spread them out on the small table: “The funeral will begin at 3 o’clock tomorrow afternoon, first at the memorial ceremony in the church. Then…”

“I know the process of the funeral!” Mrs. Quinn waved impatiently: “What I am interested in is how you deal with Porch.”

Benjamin chuckled and looked towards Zach, the past few days, Zach was not worried about it.

Zach thought for a while, and asked inquiringly: “Madam, may I ask a question? Does Madam want Poch to disappear forever? Or just punish him?”

Mrs. Quinn was silent for a long time, and then frowns, looked towards Zach: “The reason I entrusted you to do this is because I don’t want to judge. Now, you come to ask me.”

Sometimes, people are so strange that they don’t want to cross the boundaries, so they ask for help, let them decide, and then keep their hands clean. Mrs. Quinn is such a person.

Zach and Benjamin glance at each other, nodded. Zac re-looked towards Madam Quinn: “Madam, I have a proposal. We know that Madam does not want to do anything beyond the boundary. Even though the other party has crossed the boundary, he is still the grandson of Madam…”

” I don’t need you to analyze my psychology!” Mrs. Quinn seemed a little annoyed, after all, what they are discussing now is not glorious!

Zach didnt care, and continued: “In short, we thought of a way. Porch loses all qualifications to inherit Quinn as punishment.”

“Not enough !” Mrs. Quinns fingers were clasped on the armrest of the seat. Obviously, she would never forgive Poch for trying to murder her grandparents! But at the same time, she couldn’t testify against her grandson in France, because that would become a scandal of Quinn!

In Mrs. Quinns life, a terrible family scandal has been buried. This time, she still has to uphold such a’tradition’!

“No, ma’am.” Zach calmed the excited Mrs. Quinn: “The important thing is not the result of losing inheritance rights, but how he loses inheritance rights.”

” How to do it?!”

“Any Upright Sect will not leave the property to someone who lives in a nursing home.” Zach replied.

“no!” Mrs. Quinn vetoed it. The nursing home is just a euphemism for a mental hospital! Although mental disorders are common in the descendants of Upright Sect, it is still a scandal.

“Madam, please think about it, now is the best time.” Zach induced Mrs. Quinn, “People enter the nursing home, not necessarily because of compulsion!”

Mrs. Quinns eyes are wide open. In this world, two places are considered to be completely isolated from the outside world. The first is a prison, and the second is a nursing home (lunatic asylum).

People often enter nursing homes, such as suicidal tendencies, pre-bipolar disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder… When they realize that they are threatening to others and themselves, people who are self-aware Will take the initiative to seek help. Instead of despising them, people give encouragement.

As Zach himself said, now is the best time for Quinn. The only two relatives of Boch in this world have just passed away. No matter how disgusting he is, to the public opinion, he is experiencing the pain of bereavement, one of the most difficult situations in life…

These are all resources that Mrs. Quinn can use to transfer the scandal!

Mrs. Quinn thought for a long time, no more excitement, calm nodded, “What do you need me to do?”

Zac relaxed, pat Benjamins thigh, because this is Benjamin Idea.

Of course, Zacs relaxation was also due to Mrs. Quinns simplification. She did not ask how Zac would accomplish this, but asked what do I need to do. For Mrs. Quinn, she knew that there were some things she didn’t need to know, but it was due to the manifestation of the holy relics!

“Mrs. Dont have to do anything.” Zach smiled and shook his head: “However, we just adopted a Great Dane. It seems to be very close to Poch Quinn Young Master. Treat it as a gift to Young Master.”

Mrs. Quinn picked up the already slightly cool black tea and said flatly: “Then I will thank you for him.”

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