Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Benjamin sent the blood tank he retrieved at noon down to the basement and returned to the office with a glass of bright red wine.

Anthony sat slumped at his desk, his abruptly arched shoulders were still misplaced, the shirt and coat were stained red by the torn wound on his skin, and his bruised face turned to the window.

Benjamin put down the cup containing Zach’s blood, and Patted Anthony with no injured shoulders, which was a relief.

“I did nothing wrong!” Anthony suddenly looked up towards Benjamin, “He was impulsive, violent…”

Benjamin pressed his finger on Anthony’s lips, “Shh-”

As mentioned before, a layer of cement cannot block the hearing of a vampire.

In Anthony’s eyes, because of emotional confusion, it exudes an indescribable meaning. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and drank the liquid in the cup. The wound healed and the bruise disappeared. The mayor of Barton City, with his chubby body hung with torn clothes, left the Grand House.

In the afternoon, less than four o’clock, Laura came.

As a regular guest of the Grand House, she is already as familiar with it as her own. The girl ran into the office in a panic. The “other big brother of Alice” who is always here is not here. The desk seems to be hit by something, leaning against the wall, and there is a faint smell of burnt in the air. child.

This is not what Laura cares about. She rushed into the kitchen, looking for Alice, and ran up to the second floor, only to see’the other big brother’s girlfriend’ looking in the mirror in a daze.

“Where is Alice?” Laura asked this woman who seemed to be worried.

Loise came back to his senses and smiled at Laura, “Go to Benjamin and see.”

“Oh, thanks!” Laura stepped on her The canvas shoes thumped downstairs and ran to the warehouse.

“I found you!” Lola finally saw Alice in a daze on the second floor of the warehouse.

Banshee retracted looking towards the dazed gaze out of the window, “Lola, why are you here? Aren’t you banning your feet?”

“Volunteer time, I sneaked over!” Laura explained, with anxiety on her face, “Not good things happened!”

Banshee Alice cleaned up her mood, looked at her friends face, and confirmed that nothing’thing’ happened. Then she made a curious look and asked: “What happened?”

Lauras anxiety eased a lot after seeing Alice. The girls anxiety is usually not the event itself, but the desire The simple eagerness of’telling’. The real event is the sadness that comes out after this anxiety.

“Do you remember the Trisha Teacher from [Parker Elementary School]?” Laura took Louise’s arm and sat on Benjamin’s bed.

“Well, I remember, you guys came to eat before. Does she like what I make?” Alice said with a smile, chatting with friends always makes her happy.

Lola also had a smile on her face, “Of course!” But immediately, the girl’s eyes dimmed, “You remember his husband Todd, two weeks ago, we were still He had a party.”

“Well.” Alice blinked, “Is he okay? Remember the last time Trisha Teacher said that he is recovering well, is he discharged now?”

Lola shook her head, “He’s gone.”

Alice’s eyelashes trembled, and Lola continued to speak in a low tone.

“We were teaching children to draw, and then Tsui Sha Teacher was called to the school office, saying that there was a call from the hospital. Then when I came back, my eyes were red…”

Alice puts her arms around Lola’s shoulders. Now Lola rarely puts on heavy makeup, so Alice doesn’t need to take care of the dazzling eyeliner for this friend.

“They said that Mr. Todd suddenly deteriorated, and then he did not come to rescue. Obviously the situation was stable some time ago…”

Alice patted Lola on the back, I don’t know how to comfort her.

Life is so impermanent. In Barton, such impermanence is just a little more obvious.

The western cemetery of the Grand House is mostly used to bury sinners sent from prison and Wu Mingshis north garden in the hospital. Sibera is closed with the support of her husband, Corden. Her eyes and mouth were muttering something silently, and the faint light and shadow twisted on the ground in front of the short tombstone under her stretched five fingers.

Benjamin looked back. Some farmers were far away from the North Garden and scattered among the other three cemeteries to clear weeds until no one noticed.

Sibera’s body shook for a while, and the continuous spells made her very tired. Corden held a wooden jar in his hand and handed it under Sibera’s nose. Not knowing what was in it, Benjamin could smell the pungent fragrance.

“You should take a break.” Benjamin looked at Sibera and suggested.

The Indian woman glanced at the werewolf and shook her head, “We dont know when Papa will come at midnight. I need to be as soon as possible.”

Benjamin watched Sibera being supported. Moving towards another tombstone. Someones name is engraved on the rugged stones at the corners, and nothing more, there is no date, and you can see that it is a poor quality tombstone caught by a werewolf.

The werewolf found that he could not slow down Sibera, gave up, and asked, “Why don’t you want Papa to take Ryan away at midnight? Do you know something?”

Koden squatted in front of the tombstone, with a broken branch in his hand painted some symbols around the cemetery, preparing for the spell. This gap gave Benjamin an opportunity to ask questions.

Sibera faces Benjamin to extend the hand, Benjamin hands out the palm, Ren Sibera pulls her, and her thin fingers move up along the blood vessels on her wrist. Sibera felt for a moment and glanced at Benjamin, “You only have 10% Indian bloodline.”

Benjamin doesnt care about his bloodline. Like most federal people now, he is of two races. Entangling descendants. With such a thin Indian bloodline, Benjamin can no longer be considered an Indian.

“This means that 90% of your bloodline is not bred in this continent.” Sibera let go of Benjamin’s hand, “So you won’t understand, your ancestor, the ancestor of the wolf Men, why did they take off their human form.”

Benjamin frowned. In fact, his impression of the former Alpha was very vague. But he still knows the history, and is still restrained by the werewolfs most primordial impulse, “in order to protect this land from being violated.”

Sibela is nodded, but with obvious sadness in his eyes, the werewolf is no longer It is the former “family”, and the vampire is no longer the former “invader”. Everything that has been entangled and merged in the changes of the times.

“We heard something from wandering souls, those sad creatures that are free from the world.” Sibera lost her sadness and her tone became flat, “Papa is planning something at midnight , He wants to leave the Federation, perhaps crossing the ocean and completely abandoning this continent. He is recruiting, the purebred descendants of his bloodline, which will strengthen his power.”

Benjamin thought for a while,” I thought Ryan was not at all talented in witchcraft, and so did Ravenge.”

Sibera glanced at Benjamin, “Like the ancestors of your wolves, they have no talent, but they He has become the once hero, the once Guardian. Now, Papa needs an attacker at midnight.”

Benjamin felt the afternoon breeze, it was approaching the full moon, and the werewolfs senses showed signs of recovery. , Sibera’s voice recalled in his ears.

Although everyone who knows the true history of Indian and Angan will regard the former werewolf as a dedicated hero for their homeland, they all know that it is just a curse. The curse imposed on his family in the name of “righteousness”.

Now, Papa has a new “righteousness” at midnight, and the former guardian has become the “exploiting road about to start”. He needs people who are willing to bear the curse, and he needs soldiers.