The Record Of Barton's Fantastical Events

“You have to hurry up.” The male nurse urged Zach, who glanced at the trembling man one last time. He confirmed that the man was scared of Crowlie, and then followed behind the male nurse and entered the labyrinth-like floor.

When he walked out of the sanatorium, the middle-aged female nurse at the front door reception handed over the wooden box for storing personal belongings. Zach saw that there was only his own thing inside, and the special necklace had already disappeared, it seemed that someone had taken it.

Zach put his things away and left the sanatorium. Mr. Quest’s car had long since disappeared from the parking lot. 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝒆𝘸𝚎𝙗𝒏oν𝙚𝘭.𝐜𝒐m

The gravel creaked under the weight of the tires.

Zach did not ask the unexpected guest sitting in the passenger seat where she was going, but returned the same way. 𝗳r𝗲𝙚w𝐞𝚋𝘯𝚘ѵ𝗲l.𝑐oｍ

The green trees moved past on both sides of the car windows. Zach held the steering wheel in one hand and the square wine bottle in the other. During the daytime, the rules for the vampire to dispel drowsiness were very clear: when Benjamin was with him, Zach would light a cigarette and when Benjamin was not with him, it would naturally be traditional eating.

Neither of them cared about the person in the sanatorium, because it didn’t make much sense to care about a guy with obvious mental problems now.

“You are overdrawing your soul.” Crowlie tucked her blonde hair behind her ears, watched the red liquid sink into the vampire’s throat, and said with a smile.

The vampire shrugged, indifferently, he took it as a compliment to himself.

In the world of vampires, there was a general law of power. The older a vampire is, the stronger its power will be. A race that was already on top of most creatures didn’t need any reason for their power to increase. But their power was still increasing over time. The only reason for that was that their constantly decaying souls were gradually losing their connections with their bodies, fading away bit by bit.

Therefore, when the demon who used the soul as the source of power tried to tell the vampire that he was over drafting his soul, the vampire took it as a compliment.

Overdraft? No, for the vampire, this is liberation.

“Your words are a little bit off.” After consuming the food, Zach smiled, put the bottle back, and responded with a smile, “You are overdrawn if you walk around without a host; while, I’m just growing stronger.”

Crowlie curled her lips. Although they were born under the same system, they belonged to two different races in different categories. There would be a fundamental difference in their ways of thinking. Crowlie accepted her mistake, smiled, and nodded.

“You can’t blame me for this, my standards are way too high.” Crowlie ran her fingers across his cheeks, showing a look of helplessness, and sighed, “Although I do have a satisfactory candidate. But for the sake of ‘peace’ in the future, I can’t touch him.”

Zach glanced at her, understanding dawned on him. He smiled, ‘It actually turned out to be like this!’ Apart from the Grande family, who else would make a demon consider the ‘peaceful’ future? Since this was the case, it meant that the scope of the candidate’s identity was clear.

“The sick nun at Holy Child church should be recovered soon, right?” Zach asked with a smile, it was a test.

“En.” Crowlie smiled and fiddled with her hair, her eyes narrowed, “Resting properly.” She smiled and looked at Zach, “With enough care, she will recover in a few days.”

“You should stay in her body.” Zach stared directly at the road ahead. It was already very obvious that the host candidate Crowlie was referring to was Louise. “The container that can hold the angel’s soul is not easy to find.”

Crowlie chuckled and looked at Zach’s profile. She knew that Zach had understood some things, but it was obvious that the other party had misunderstood the details.

“You think too little of me.” Crowlie looked back. “And that container is not as strong as you think.”

Zach raised his eyebrows. “Oh? So, you haven’t been in there the whole time?”

“Of course.” Crowlie shook his head. “I said I would not disturb you, and I wouldn’t touch the people of the church of Holy Child, you should trust me a bit more.”

Zach squinted. Trust? If the other party didn’t say that she was interested in his ‘girlfriend’, Zach would have given her a little bit more trust. But now? He would have to think about it.

Crowlie noticed Zach’s expression and shook her head helplessly, “I won’t go after your Louise.” After a short pause, Crowlie added, “And James.”

Zach tilted his head, there was no need to delve on this issue, the Grande family had already gained an advantage in his negotiations with the demon, and even if it was a threat, he could restrain the opponent.

“I believe you know what you shouldn’t do.” Zach smiled and continued, “Before we continue, should we talk about business? Why are you here?”

Crowlie also smiled, “Is this the business?” She adjusted her sitting posture on the unclean but spacious front passenger seat, her slender legs folded casually, which made Zach involuntarily think of the strippers in [Boobs Bar] last night. They also seemed to like this kind of clothing that could highlight gender advantages.

“Okay.” Crowlie nodded. “This is indeed the business.” She looked at Zach, “Did James give you a reminder?”

“Reminder?” The reminder was that Zach was in danger, but at least for now, neither the vampire nor his family felt any danger. “He did. In fact, I don’t think it is necessary.” Like hunters, reminding others of things that he couldn’t solve would only bring disasters to others.

Crowlie wasn’t prepared to stay on this topic for long, because Zach was right. According to what she knew now, this would not be the Grande family’s problem, but her problem, because the other party did not do anything to the Grande family, instead, they killed and hurt her men.

“Some things have happened, maybe you don’t care now.” Crowlie said lightly, “but this is about your city.” Crowlie smiled and changed her words, “It’s also my city, it’s our Barton City So you have to know.”

Zach thought for a while, smiled, and nodded, acknowledging Crowlie’s words. After all, before the gates of hell were closed again, everyone in Barton must accept the fact that Crowlie existed.

“Then please Miss Crowlie.” Zach raised his eyebrows, still using this title, “Tell me what happened in our city that I don’t know.”

Crowlie smiled and nodded. This could be considered as reaching a consensus peacefully..