The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Benjamin sent the blood tank retrieved at noon to the basement and returned to the office with a glass of bright red wine. Bayi ◆ Middle? ▼ ● Wenww.81zw.com?

Anthony sat down at the desk with his abruptly arched shoulders still misaligned. The torn wound on his skin stained his shirt and coat red, and his half bruised face was facing the window.

Benjamin put down the cup that contained Zac's blood and patted Anthony's uninjured shoulder, which was comforting.

"I did nothing wrong!" Anthony suddenly looked up at Benjamin. "He was impulsive, violent ..."

Benjamin pressed his finger on Anthony's lips, "Hush--"

As mentioned before, a layer of cement cannot stop the vampire's hearing.

In Anthony's eyes, there is an indescribable meaning because of emotional confusion. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and drank the liquid in the glass. The wound healed and the bruise disappeared. The mayor of Barton City, with his chubby body hanging from tattered clothes, left the Grand House.

In the afternoon, at less than four o'clock, Lola came.

As a regular guest at Grande's house, she is already familiar with it like her own. The girl ran into the office in a panic, but the 'other brother of Alice' who was always here was not here. The desk seemed to be hit by something, slanting to the wall, and there was a faint scent in the air .

But this was not Lola's concern. She rushed into the kitchen, looked for Alice, and ran up to the second floor, only to see ‘another brother ’s girlfriend’ staring at the mirror. ◆ Eight ★? ★ One Chinese website. www.81zw.com?

"What about Alice?" Lola asked the seemingly worried woman.

Louise recovered, smiling at Lola, "Go and see Benjamin."

"Oh, thanks!" Lola stepped on her canvas shoes and went downstairs and ran to the warehouse.

"I found you!" Lola finally saw Alice on the second floor of the warehouse.

The Banshee withdrew her gaze from the window, "Lola, why are you here? Are you forbidden?"

"Volunteer time, I sneaked in!" Lola explained, anxious in her face, "Bad things happened!"

Banshee Alice packed her mood, looked at her friend's face, confirmed that there was nothing 'thing' born, and then made a curious look, asking: "What happened?"

Lola ’s anxiety is much relieved after seeing Alice. The girl ’s anxiety is usually not the event itself, but the simple anxiety to want to ‘tell’. The real event is the sorrow that came out after this anxiety.

"Do you remember Teacher Trisha from Parker Elementary School?" Lola pulled Louise's arm into Benjamin's bed.

"Well, I remember, before, you guys came to dinner. Does she like what I do?" Aili smiled with a hint of ribbon, and chatting with friends always made her happy.

There was also a smile on Lola's face, "Of course!" But immediately, the girl's eyes dimmed, "You remember his husband Todd, we had a party for him two weeks ago. Eight ▲ ■ ▼? A Chinese website www.81zw.com? ”

"Yeah." Alice blinked. "Is he alright? Remember the last time Mr. Cuisha said he recovered well. Is he discharged now?"

Lola shook her head. "He's gone."

Alice's eyelashes quivered, and Lola continued to speak in a low voice.

"We are teaching children to paint, and then Teacher Cuisha was called to the school office, saying that there was a hospital phone call. Then when he came back, his eyes were red ..."

Alice hugged Lola's shoulder. Now Lola rarely puts on heavy makeup. Alice has no need to take care of this friend's eyeliner.

"They said that Mr. Todd suddenly deteriorated and then did not rescue him. Obviously, the situation was stable a while ago ..."

Alice patted Lola's back, not knowing how to comfort her.

Life is so impermanent, in Barton, such impermanence is only a little more obvious.

The grand cemetery in the west of the Grand House is mostly used to bury the criminals sent from the prison and the anonymous North Park in the hospital. With the help of her husband Corden, Spella closed her eyes and silently said in her mouth What, the faint light and shadow twisted on the ground in front of the short tombstone under her five fingers.

Benjamin looked back. Some farmers were far away from the North Garden and scattered in the other three cemeteries to clear the weeds. No one paid attention to it.

Spira's body shook for a while, and the continuous spells made her very tired. Kirden held a wooden jar in his hand and handed it under Spella's nose. Without knowing what was put in it, Benjamin could smell the pungent aroma.

"You should take a break." Benjamin looked at Spella and suggested.

The Inan woman glanced at the werewolf and shook her head. "We don't know when Papa will come at midnight. I need to be soon."

Benjamin watched Spira be helped, and walked to another tombstone. Someone's name was engraved on the rugged corners of the rock, and nothing more, even without a date, at first glance, it was known that it was a bad tombstone from a werewolf.

The Werewolf could n’t help Spella slow down, gave up, and asked, “Why do n’t you want Papa to take Ryan away at midnight? Do you know anything?”

Kirden squatted in front of the tombstone, and a broken branch in his hand painted some symbols around the graveyard in preparation for the spell. This gap gave Benjamin an opportunity to ask questions.

Spella held out her hand to Benjamin. Benjamin handed her palm out, letting Spella hold it, and her thin fingers moved up the blood vessels on her wrist. Spira felt for a moment and glanced at Benjamin. "You only have one tenth of the blood of In'an."

Benjamin does not care about his blood. Like most federals now, he is a descendant of two races entangled with each other. With such a thin Indian blood, Benjamin can no longer be considered an Indian.

"This means that you have ninety percent of your bloodline that was not conceived by this big six." Spella released Benjamin's hand. "So you won't understand what your predecessors, the ancestors of the wolf, were for. And take off the human form. "

Benjamin frowned, in fact, his impression of the once Alpha was already very vague. But he still knows history and is still constrained by the werewolf ’s most primitive impulse, "in order to protect this land from encroachment."

Spella nodded, but with a clear sadness in her eyes, the werewolf was no longer the former 'family', and the vampire was no longer the former 'intruder'. Everything that was once intertwined and merged in the changing times.

"We heard something from the wandering souls, the sad creatures that are outside the world." Siberia received her sadness and her tone became dull. "Papa is planning something at midnight. He's leaving the Union, maybe Will cross the ocean and completely abandon this piece of big 6. He is recruiting, the purebred descendants flowing his blood, strong his power. "

Benjamin pondered for a while, "I thought Ryan didn't have a talent for witchcraft, and so did Ravenci."

Spella looked at Benjamin. "Like your predecessors in the wolf pack, they have no talent, but they have become the heroes and the guardians. Now, Papa needs an attacker at midnight."

Benjamin felt the afternoon breeze, approaching the full moon, the werewolf's senses had shown signs of recovery, and Spella's voice recalled in his ears.

Although everyone who knows the true history of Yin'an will regard the werewolves as heroes for their homes, but they all know that it is just a curse. A curse imposed on one's family in the name of "great justice".

Now, Papa has a new 'righteousness' at midnight, and the former guardian becomes the now 'opening road', he needs people who are willing to bear the curse, he needs soldiers.