Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

On Sunday, the werewolf Benjamin woke up wrinkled his nose and sat up from the bed. An uncomfortable smell emanated from the basement of the Grand House, which was the smell of a vampire after overeating. In order to recover the severely injured Ian, Zach kept feeding, and then it was as if the’blood swap’ scene repeated three days ago, except that the two sides changed positions.

The blood of mammals cant support recover completely. Fire damages vampires. Ian after Anthony is gone is like a broken body without a soul. The newly-grown muscle skin changes after a while. Dry and necrotic.

He needs more advanced’food’-human blood. In Grand’s reserve, there are not at all such’food ingredients’, but Zach has better, his own blood.

The flame that burned Ian came from himself, and the damage he suffered was much more severe than when Zac was attacked by a hunter a month ago. So this process continues from Thursday afternoon to the present-the first day of Alpha’s transformation cycle.

Benjamin got up from the bed, his sturdy chest rises and falls, and he takes a deep breath to calm the restlessness in his heart. He looked towards the mirror beside the bed, his eyes surrounded by black and brown fluff, also looked towards him from the mirror.

‘Do you feel it? It’s there. Benjamin, feel it…’

Benjamin looked away, grabbed the blouse that was thrown beside the bed and threw it towards the mirror, covering the things in the mirror. He didn’t want to listen to his other consciousness. For these three days every month, it would clamour to crush the throat of that “Torido”. Benjamin didn’t think this month would be different.

When they left the warehouse, the Hayate and his wife were already up, and glanced at the werewolf who was standing outside the Grand House hesitating to enter. Sibera thought for a while, and handed Benjamin a wooden jar.

“What is this?” Benjamin remembered that this was the wooden jar that Sibera had used two days ago. He opened it slightly, and the tangy fragrance almost didn’t make the senses begin to explode. The werewolf fainted.

Sibera did not answer, and asked, “How do you feel?”

Benjamin has tightened the wooden jar and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. It took a while Only a hint of surprise was revealed. The irritability in my heart has disappeared, and all the senses seem to be elevated again, but they are all plated with a feeling of’colorfulness’. Even the unpleasant smell that overflows from the basement is softened. People are close, but at least it wont make the werewolf want to rush up and bite…

“It’s great.” Benjamin held the jar and looked at it carefully. Now his mind is very clear, and he doesnt want to give it back to the silk. Bella’s thoughts.

“Here you are.” Sibera said lightly, “It’s a reward for living here in the past few days.”

“Thanks.” Benjamin raised an eyebrow. Stepped into the Grand House. Maybe Zac won’t have to go on a diet in the future.

After breakfast, Laura came here as scheduled, and there was also Trisha, who had only met once. The real protagonist’s face was haggard, with hair scattered around his forehead, and could not say anything useful except to say “thank you”.

Because Zach was occupied by other things, Benjamin took over Grande’s business when he took over. So when Laura asked Grande to hold the funeral of Trisha’s husband in an imploring tone, Benjamin agreed without hesitation. There is also today’s matter.

This is a charity. Old Hank contributed the coffin, Alice contributed time to sort out the remains, and Benjamin accepted a plastic bottle full of change and gave a cemetery.

This is a minimal funeral. There is no fancy hearse procession, no church ceremony. Only Benjamin drove the grand hearse to the coffin to the cemetery. The temporarily hired farmer stood inside the crowd, waiting for the farewell ceremony to end, so that the coffin could be buried.

Benjamin is leaning against the car, far away from the cemetery, but he can still hear the priest in front of the cemetery, quoting the word “righteous” in the holy scripture, as if the person buried was a saint .

Speaking from a certain perspective, unexpectedly accorded. It’s just that the person he believes in is not the Holy Father, Holy Son, and the things he sacrificed for him are not righteous.

“Good morning, James.” Benjamin turned his head to the detective who was still a little bloated.

James frowned, staring gloomily at the distant crowd, “What will happen to him?”

Benjamin did not answer, as Zach said, Ge The Rand House doesn’t care about this person.

James closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. This funeral will appear, which means that someone acted before the detective acted in the way of human society.

“Wells doesn’t remember anything. He doesn’t even remember that he resigned.” James changed the subject and mentioned the former civil servant who was taken away by him on Wednesday night, “His life It is ruined.”

“Are you accusing us?” Benjamin glanced at James and asked. There was a hint of Zach in his tone, and after Benjamin finished speaking, he felt strange.

“No.” James did not notice Benjamin’s strangeness. He seemed to be immersed in his own world and gave the answer directly, “I let you intervene in this matter, which caused all this. .” James lowered his head, “I’m accusing myself.”

Zac told him that Wells buried the chess piece to help him.

Benjamin cast aside the strangeness in his heart. The werewolf is the “sympathetic overwhelming” one of the Grand Brothers. He patted James on the shoulder. He did not deny, nor was he sure.

James stood in silence for a while, took a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to Benjamin.

“What is this?” Benjamin frowned and opened the paper. It was a list.

James did not answer, but said something that seemed irrelevant: “From now on, you do your own business. I do my own work.” The detective’s eyes were not Knowing where to look, with a hint of emotion inexplicably, “I hope our work will not overlap.”

Benjamin frowned and raised his eyebrows, looking towards James. Benjamin wanted to ask anything more, but James had no intention of continuing to chat and turned and left.

Benjamin looked towards the list again, and he was somewhat impressed by several of the names. It seems to be the name of the new arrival in Barton City that James had just recovered. For some reason, the detective never shared this list after Grand took in Madison.

Benjamin glanced at James back. The injury on his shoulder was not at all. The werewolf could even smell the blood and medicinal smell under the clothing. This made this The general’s son’s posture is a bit awkward. Benjamin folded the list and stuffed it into his pocket.

The werewolf is only a temporary job as a vampire. He is not interested in educating James.