Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

There was a buzzing of engines outside the Grand House, from far to near, and after a while Old Hank led a person into the office.

Hanke surprisingly didn’t curse or humiliate the guests. After bringing people, he silently returned to the exhibition hall and continued to wipe the coffin every day.

The whole body of the person who came is black, only the cuffs have white hem, the round shirt collar is pinned with a silver cross, and the slightly gray hair is combed meticulously. This is a priest, Father Constantine who lives in the Northwest Church in the cemetery of the Grand House.

Zac stood up, opened his seat for the priest, and apologetically put away the wine glass on the desk.

Constantin smiled and saluted the master of Grande, and sat down, “Mr. Grande doesnt have to change his habits because of my arrival. Just dont drink alcohol, which will negatively affect your life. “

Zac’s eyes swept across the silver light on the priest’s collar, and he smiled and said, “Still, this is not a good habit.” After sitting back at his desk, Zach asked inquiringly, ” Is there anything for the priest to come today?”

Today is Sunday. Most people who worship in the Southern District are elderly people who dont need work. When there is nothing to do, faith becomes life. The most important part. Of course, they would not go to the church next to the cemetery, but to the gospel church where the church is located in the east.

The church in Northwest, the cemetery of the Grand House, has only been stationed by Father Constantine, two priests and a few nuns for a long time.

Constantines face was a little apologetic, Im afraid this afternoons funeral will be postponed. When the nuns were preparing in the morning, they found that the altar in front of the altar had cracked and collapsed. We have already I called the church and asked someone to repair it, but today is Sunday and they can only come in the afternoon.”

Zach was a little surprised. The altar is a stepped wooden cabinet, placed on both sides of the altar with the Holy Son statue, and rows of candles are usually placed on it. “No one is hurt, is the Holy Son statue not damaged?”

Constantine slightly nodded with a smile, and drew a cross on his chest, thanking Zach for his concern, “not at all people were injured, and the statue of Holy Son was not damaged. It was just that the platform was a little bit decayed because of age.”

Zac relaxed a little, opened the drawer, and pulled out a document. It was an appointment for the funeral this afternoon. Zach not at all offered to help, because all the items in the church are in charge of the church, and the ordinary person can be funded, but there is no qualification change, including maintenance.

Zach smiled at Constantine: “I will explain, I think the other person will understand.”

Constantine still has apologetics on his face, he knows It is not a real funeral, but a tomb removal. Most of the customers who move tombs are directly transferred to the branch (mill) in the east of the Grand House for cremation. Those who will come to the Grand House to request for burial are some famous great characters.

The past few days, everyday all will have such a pseudo-funeral ceremony. As the controller of the church, Father Constantine himself knows that their church appointments have been scheduled until next week. A postponement means that every game will be postponed.

Zach looked at Constantines expression and smiled: Father dont worry, its not difficult for people in Western Region to set up a new church temporarily.

Constantin raised his eyebrows and thought about it, nodded helplessly.

Zac started to call customers. This process is not at all as easy as Zach said. After all, the funeral was determined at least three days in advance. The invitation letter and arrangement were arranged in advance, and the sudden change on the day made this unpleasant activity even more unpleasant.

Fr. Constantine not at all made Zach too embarrassed to explain himself. No one would get angry with a priest, and this matter was settled happily.

Although our vampire Zach didn’t at all play any role because of the telephone contact, Father Constantine still thanked him before leaving.

Watching the priest leave, Zach is also relaxed, and the afternoon is free. Although Quests “additional” commission has not yet come, it is understandable that the vampire investigates in advance.

Zac originally wanted to go out with Benjamin before noon to investigate the names on the list given by James. However, before Zach could drag the sleeping werewolf out of bed, the owner of the list came.

Benjamin squinted his dim eyes, took a look at James, who was sullen, and lay back on the bed, “Dont say here, get out.”

Zac was helpless Leaving the warehouse and walking to the office, “James, as a police detective, you always seem to leave your partner to act alone, is this really good?”

On the bridge of James nose A band-aid was ridiculously pasted, twitched his lips: “Today is Sunday, and Coulson has gone to worship.”

Zach raised his eyebrows, “Is Coulson a Saint Bishop?”

“It’s none of your business.” James seems to realize now that he doesn’t need to explain his actions to the vampire.

Zac looked at James squintly, turned around, did not enter the Grand House.

“Where are you going?” James was already standing on the back porch of the Grand House, but saw Zac walking directly to his car parked in the backyard.

“Follow up, James.” Without looking back, Zach opened the back door, “You drive.”

James frowned, but he didn’t I can’t do anything to vampires, I can only get in the car obediently.

“Where to go.” James subconsciously looked at the vampire sitting in the back seat from the rearview mirror. Obviously he couldn’t see anyone but his back seat, so he had to turn around with his seat belt .

Zach took out that list and pointed to one casually: “Here.”

James’ browse frowned, started the car, and drove away from Grand.

“The disappearance of the Quest couple was done by an alien.” James looked at the blank space in the rearview mirror, shook his head, and wanted to threw away the irritability.

There was no sound behind him. For a moment, James thought there was no one in the back seat.

“Answer me!” It seems that shaking his head can’t dispel the irritability, James’ eyebrows are frowning tighter. The knuckles of his holding the steering wheel were a little whitish and the car was already moving. He didn’t want to turn around to stare at the vampire. He could only stare into the empty rearview mirror, “Can’t you just sit in front!”

“Sunshine.” Zach said lazily.

James was unable to speak for a while, and it took a long time before he spoke again, “The Quests…”

“Okay, James.” Zach’s voice came from behind. It heard, “I really have nothing to tell you, because I don’t even know myself, otherwise I won’t get lucky with your list.”

“But…”

“I know, I know.” Zach seems to have no energy to go around with James, “Are you trying to say that the way they appear is too weird? There are not many things that can do this, but there are not many. . For example, Papas Midnight Witchcraft, even Sibera can do it. So James, dont ask me, you can leave your energy to the guy we will meet next.”

James took a few deep breaths and stopped asking questions. The reason was not how much he listened to the vampire, but because he had heard the swallowing sound coming from behind him. The vampire is supplementing food in order to dispel the feeling of lethargy. And James knew that the best food for vampires is humans.