Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

After breakfast, the couple, led by Old Hank, walked to the tomb area to the west. Since Sibera is temporarily living in Grande, there is no need to give Papa Midnight the opportunity to use the walking dead in the cemetery.

To the south of Benjamins warehouse, there is a new real warehouse, where the stones transported from Fords Funeral Home are stacked. Of course, in addition to the stone, the items originally transferred from the cemetery of the Grand Western Region were also cleared out of their warehouse by the werewolf and piled up here.

Benjamin lifted the dark green dust cover, chose a big card that suits his taste, drove out of the Grand House, turned to Highway 27, and drove to Sams farm .

The sun climbed slowly in the east. When it reached the top of Barton City, Benjamin drove a large truck and dragged a group of’cargo’ back from Highway 27. The werewolf’s arm stretched out of the car window, responding to the drumbeat on the radio, for fear of hitting the car door.

At the back of the truck, a dozen sheep huddled together in a cargo box without a ceiling. In the little brains of this group of sheep, I don’t know whether they are on the high-speed moving platform (truck) or the wolf driving this truck.

In fact, they are too worried. This is a story of a wolf dragging a group of sheep and giving a ghost food.

There is one more member with special dietary needs in the Grand House. These sheep are prepared for him.

When turning from Highway 27 into the small road where Grande was located, Benjamin turned the steering wheel and glanced at a car parked on the side of the road.

A hollowed out’Herman’ logo stands on the front of the black body. As the mayor of Barton City, it is natural to support local enterprises. Anthony sat in the driver’s seat blankly. Before the cigarette butt on his lips, he had accumulated a long strip of gray soot.

“Would you like to go in anyway.” Benjamin stopped next to the car, stretched out his thick arm, and knocked the knuckles directly on the roof of the car.

The soot in front of Anthony’s mouth broke, and he leaned sideways and looked out of the passenger’s car window.

The werewolf looked down at Anthony, and the mayor who had begun to gain weight seemed to be well dressed. The straight black suit, the blue tie is buried under the collar of the pure white shirt, and a golden tie clip is pinned to the chest.

It’s just too’fashionable’ attire, so that the tightly tied neckline and tie made a deep mark on his somewhat fat neck. After middle age, the face that began to develop horizontally was also a little flushed.

Benjamin tilted his head, looked at Anthony, grinning, “The tie is good.”

Anthony became inexplicably annoyed, then dropped the cigarette butt between his lips and sat upright. The body, the leather seat creaked under him. Anthony slapped the soot that fell on his body, and the gray smoke smeared under him randomly, and wiped one after another gray marks on his clothes.

Anthony was agitated, his brows twisted into a line, grabbing the hem of the clothes and rubbing quickly, but the scope of the stains became larger and larger. His hands slapped angrily towards the steering wheel, and suddenly the whistle sounded on the dirt road, which alarmed the birds resting on the roadside trees.

Anthony’s chest is up and down, he wants to take a deep breath, but the restraint of the collar prevents him from smoothing. He violently pulled off the dark blue tie and threw it aside. He pulled off the button of the collar, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, put his hands on the steering wheel again, and released the brake under his feet.

Looking at the car moving forward, Benjamin shrugged. The two brothers look alike in some way.

The truck also moved forward again. Anthony parked outside the front porch of the Grand House. After getting out of the car, he seemed to have given up on his appearance. He just opened his jacket and neckline and pushed Gran The door of the German House.

Benjamin didn’t at all turn into the backyard of Grande, but went straight ahead, bypassing the front yard. On the west side of the Grand House, there is a pasture separated by a small piece of wood. Like most residents in the Southern District, the Grand House has its own barn. As for the fields, Grande doesn’t, they have cemeteries. No wonder the citizens of the North District think that the South District is the countryside.

Benjamin parked the truck and lowered the guardrail of the trunk. The werewolf jumped on the front of the car and clapped his hands. The frightened sheep did not need to be driven away, and they rushed into the sheep pen in clusters as if they were fleeing. I dont know how much time it will take for the new flock to discover that their fate is much more “happier” than staying at the Sam Farm.

Benjamin walked to the back of the shed again, took out the filled blood tank, loosened a few lambs, added some grass to them, and carried the blood tank back. Arrived in the truck.

The exchange of blood yesterday afternoon almost emptied Zacs blood bank. When Zac and Ian were chatting, Benjamin was already intimately stocking up new food for his big brother…

When I got on the bus, I happened to see Hank and Hayate coming back from the western graveyard to have lunch. They recruited three people to get on the bus and drove to the backyard of the Grand House.

“Your cemetery is the same as the wasteland.” Sibera sitting in the car suddenly said, her face was a little tired, and the continuous spelling all morning consumed a little of her spirit strength Too much, Corden’s strong arms have been hugging his wife, showing a distressed expression.

Old Hank snorted, obviously, the owner of the previous generation of Grande is not very satisfied with the management of this generation.

Benjamin is a little embarrassed, Old Hank, which side are you on? Most of the guests who came to Grande were scolded by this old fogey! In the past ten years, many people were scared away by Hank in the showroom before they could enter Zac’s office. This guy didn’t see anyone expressing any opinions on the coffin he made!

“You should start in the North Campus, the other places are basically rotten and have little mobility.” Benjamin looked at Sibeira and responded.

Sibera was nodded, “Your life is more closed than we thought.”

Benjamin frowned, he didn’t understand Sibera’s words very well. It was not far from the grass field to Grande Benjamin. Benjamin couldn’t continue the topic. He stopped the car and everyone went to the restaurant.

This was a silent lunch, and the Grand table was rarely filled with people. It’s not that there were outsiders there some time ago, and it was necessary to pretend to be a scene, at this time everyone here knows the essence of Grande. It was supposed to be a time to know the bottom line and open your heart. Everyone seemed to be separated by an invisible wall, and no one spoke.

After the discordant lunch, everyone left. The wind is still heading towards the cemetery. Old Hank seems to be very familiar with them and has been walking with them. Zach and Benjamin are sitting in the office. The vampire is okay, not eavesdropping, and a layer of concrete isolation can’t stop his hearing. But Benjamin deliberately put a sharp ear on his side, listening to the conversation between Anthony and the brothers in the basement.

The werewolf was nodded from time to time, and glanced at the vampire with a contemptuous smile. Sometimes he shook his head regretfully, not knowing who was accusing a vampire. Sometimes he pretends to be an expression of concern and asks the vampire: “It seems to be fighting, do you really need to persuade it?”

Zac gave Benjamin a glance, “Are you nothing else to do?” “

Benjamin shook his head: “No.” But immediately, he seemed to think of something as if to say, “Sibera said we were very closed.”

Zac frowned. For the time being, ignore the middle-aged younger brother and the young big brother in the basement, and withdraw their attention: “Avoiding the world is the survival rule of a foreign race.”

Benjamin retracted the part of his ear to alpha, with a face Thinking, “‘Closed’, I think she’s expressing other things.”

Zac thought for a while, smiled and shook his head: “This woman is really hard to please. When I visited her last time, I feel that Grande is swaggering, and now its closed again.”

Benjamin also laughed, thinking seems to have an answer, his eyes shifted, “So, she said that we isolate ourselves from the alien race. Does it mean.”

That’s it.

When the vampire accepted permission for the first time to enter the Feng Family, the Hayate and his wife seemed to have great opinions on the sudden fame of’Grand’. Aliens should follow the principle of avoiding the world and live in the shadow of human society, not in the sun. Between humans and alien races, there should be a clear boundary separating them. Beyond that, those low-level alien races came into being.

But after discovering the barrenness of the cemetery, Sibera said that it was closed again, which represented the isolation of Grande from the alien society. In Sibera’s perception, a graveyard controlled by a vampire and werewolf should not be so deserted. Below that soil layer, there should be a’sign’ belonging to an alien race, and Sibeira is ready to’see’ broken human corpses. This is how humans have a prejudice against alien races.

But in fact, those cemeteries are really barren. These two alien races seem to have lost the’signs’ of alien races, and they are living like ordinary persons.

“This is what we want.” Zach looked towards Benjamin: “I, you, Anthony, I hope that James will help in the future. We build Barton into a city that isolates foreign interference from the outside world. , We should be proud.”

Benjamin was silent for a while and said, “Do you remember what Papa said at the Western Region tomb at midnight?”

“‘Why should I be here Massa is wasting time’.” Zach leaned back in his chair and repeated Papas words at midnight, seeming to be lost in memory, “If I,’Torido’ still exists in the’Secret League’, I will also leave the horse Saskatchewan, even left the Union.”

Benjamin laughed and seems to have entered the memory mode. Now that the vampire has turned on the’if’ sentence, then he should also say: “If I still have mine Wolves, I will too.”

Aliens hate cremation.

“Perhaps we have been separated from the society for too long.” Zach looked at Benjamin and thanked the werewolf for using his own experience to keep him from being sad in his memories. Zach remembered another member of Grande, who was once the lowest member of the alien society, “Where is the gold?”

“Jin!!” The werewolf let go of his voice, his voice Directly rushed out of the office and spread to the distance.

In the woods in the distance of the Grand House, the ears of the Great Dane scattered after the meal were erected, all limbs and legs bounced and ran to the Grand House.