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The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events (Web Novel) - Chapter 90
Chapter 90
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Translator: Doggotranslation
The Grande Funeral Home has no silverware, and even knives and forks are not made of silver. Whether it is the vampire or the werewolf, they don’t like silver products, because silver will retard their self-healing ability. But Grande never lacks wood. Every one or two months, the coffins in the exhibition hall will be replaced. After all, carpentry is Old Hank’s hobby.
So the wooden stake stuck in Zach’s wrist at this time was just a random pick among the wood piled up outside the warehouse. The original brown wooden stake has been stained red with blood. The wood seemed to have an innate attraction to the blood of vampires, so any vampire will never let the wood come close to his heart.
Ian’s pale face didn’t get rosier, because the ‘food’ he had just drank just turned around in his body and then returned to Zach. Note that it is ‘return’. Ian Anthony’s vampire blood originally came from Zach.
The unique inheritance method of vampires makes this kind of cycle feasible, but please don’t imitate it.
The muscles of Zach’s whole body were no longer tense. Ian’s wrist was bitten by him, and his dark eyes have begun to become clear. The sclera of his eyes was returning to white color, revealing the light green iris in the middle, and the faint red pupils.
Zach’s eyes looked at Ian. Whenever he felt Ian’s blood flow slowed, he would stop drawing blood out and wait for Old Hank to take out a new bottle from Zach’s blood bank and watch Ian gulp it down. Only after his lips regained some rosy color would Zach continue to suck it again.
The mammal’s blood was converted into Ian’s blood, and then sent to Zach’s body and turned into Zach’s blood. Zach’s blood enveloped and pushed the blood of the deceased to flow to the fixed stake. In destruction and rebirth, the power of rebirth is constantly replenished, pushing destruction out of the body. This is the ‘exchange blood’ that vampires must rely on members of the same bloodline to perform.
The black lines faded slowly on Zach’s skin. Benjamin saw that Zach could already control his body, so he removed the chains that bound him, and waved to everyone, “Give them some space.”
What a thoughtful fellow Benjamin is!
But not everyone is willing to give space to these two vampires. For example, Louise. When Louise was pulled away by the banshee, she lowered her head. Under her long eyelashes, a pair of blue eyes seemed to be thinking something. Before she left the basement, she glanced at Zach for the last time, and her lips were slightly pressed together.
‘Father’, this is what Ian calls Zach.
Leaving the basement, Louise stopped Old Hank.
If what happened in the basement before conveyed any message, it would be – even Benjamin was also considered to be the ‘third party’, who appeared later, between the two vampires, and only Hank was the one who knew everything.
Louise is a smart woman.
When Benjamin carried two unconscious people, James and Wales to the second floor’s guest room, Louise pulled Old Hank out of the Grande Funeral Home. The werewolf blinked and shook his head.
In the basement, the last trace of black color on Zach’s skin was absorbed by the wooden stake that penetrated his wrist. Zach squinted one eye, frowned while holding the stake, and pulling it out.
“Clang.” The wooden stake that had been completely stained red was thrown in the corner. Zach heaved a sigh of relief, watching the hollow on his wrist heal slowly, with a smile on his face.
“Welcome back.” Zach was still the first person to speak. He moved his body, took out two bottles of ‘red wine’, and handed them to Ian, who looked at him blankly, “You look terrible.”
Ian grinned, revealing a row of teeth. Zach was a little absentminded. For vampires who have eternal life, the overlap of time often occurs. Sometimes, vampires cannot tell whether the scene before them is reality or an image buried deep in memory.
“Better than you!” Ian uncorked the bottle, gulped it down like a soldier, “This thing tastes fucking horrible!” And complained like a soldier.
“This is sheep, you will get used to it. This is the first creature domesticated by our ancestor’s brother, you should remember it.” Zach used the tone of an elder, just like he used to.
Ian rolled his eyes, but there was still a smile on his face. But this smile soon disappeared from the face that had gradually recovered a healthy complexion after he was really replenished with enough food.
The two were silent, with complex emotions in their eyes. This is the strange feeling of strangeness that a person will have after being separated from someone, who they are once very familiar with.
“You are a terrible ‘father,’ do you know that?” Ian put down the emptied bottle, and suddenly said this for no reason.
“I know.” Zach had a self-mocking smile at the corner of his mouth. After being absent-minded for a moment, he looked at Ian again, “Now, do you have any questions to ask me?”
“Where is this place? What are you here? Why is Hank here? Where is Ann? (Anthony’s name)? What year is it now? Is the war over? Have we won? Why did you become like that? What happened to that werewolf? …”
A long list of questions came out of Ian’s mouth, and his speech was still that fast and hurrying, like a soldier in his twenties. He has the same brown eyes as Anthony, and now these eyes looked like a puzzling puppy, looking at Zach.
Zach blinked, and the familiar feeling returned.
“Well, this is a long story.” Zach smiled, patted Ian on the shoulder, and raised his eyebrows: “It’s just that you should know something first. Your younger brother is now the mayor of Barton, a little chubby, and bald, and as perverted as before…”
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It wasn’t until Benjamin opened the basement door again that Zach left a sentence, “We will carry on later.”, then left the basement, went up to the first floor, and greeted Louise, who was walking to the second floor, with a smile.
When he returned to the office, it was almost seven o’clock, and the middle-aged civil servant unexpectedly worked overtime.
“This is a satisfaction survey form. Please fill in.” The middle-aged civil servant handed Zach an unsealed envelope, which meant that the investigation was over.
Zach was in a good mood. He directly pulled out the form, ticked all ‘very satisfied’ in front of the other party, winked at the other party when writing down the date, which was tomorrow.
The civil servant accepted the sealed envelope with joy, and said thank you sincerely. When he left, he also received a snack from Alice.
Just when Zach was about to return to the basement, an unexpected guest arrived — the Gale couple.
Zach looked at Ryan’s body dissipating in the air, raised his eyebrows, and asked Alice to prepare some snacks and put them on the desk, before putting on a sorrowful expression.
“No need.” Spell Gale’s eyes didn’t look at Zach at all, her tone was unusually cold.
Zach frowned. Although he was suddenly attacked at noon and almost died, he still hasn’t lost his perception. As a woman who has just lost her son, Spell was too calm. Zach looked at Coord. In the few contacts he had made with them, the man was much more emotional than Spell, but the man was also very calm now.
Zach’s gaze glanced between the faces of the two people, his brows suddenly smoothed out, and then they immediately wrinkled closer. What did the vampire think of?
