Records Of Barton's Fantastical Events Chapter 126 – Crowlie

Translator: Doggotranslation 

“Educating the next generation?” The mouth of the man named Crowley curled into a smile, “It seems that I chose a very interesting city.”

His stubby fingers were lifted up, his index finger and thumb were pressed together; the shape of the thick fingers could be seen deformed under the squeeze. Snap! The crisp sound of finger-snapping reverberated in the air, and the people in the choir fell to the ground around him like wheat ears harvested by a sickle, revealing his fat body.

Crowley tugged at the white robe on his body, it seemed that this large choir robe was a kind of restraint to his body, and there was a trace of impatiens in his eyes.

James' pupils slowly constricted because he was not sure what he was seeing.

Crowley tore off his clothes… No, he tore off the outer skin.

He crossed the bodies lying in front of him with his stubby legs, and as his soles burned out in the dark red flames and the gray bandages carried burning sparks, a white barefoot protruded under the cracked and burnt fat! The original stubby body seemed to extend indefinitely, until the toes that caught everyone's sight fell on the ground!

Yes. With the original fat and short body of this person, oh no, it should be this demon, how could it cross two rows of bodies lying on the ground!

The gray bandage was wrapped around the snow-white ankle, extending upward. The bright red muscles and light yellow fat were surrounded by flames instantly as soon as they appeared until they were burned out completely. Then the flame continued to spread upwards toward the straight, smooth calf that appeared under the torn bandage.

The vampire raised his eyebrows but did not urge.

‘Crowley' seemed to be unsatisfied with his current posture. He pressed his stubby hand on the outside of his thigh and made a lifting movement.

Rip!

The skin of ‘Crowley”s hind legs was lifted up like ordinary trousers, exposing the other snow-white calf; crackling sparks exploded in the torn muscles and fat, and dark red flames swept up from the delicate ankles!

“Crowley” finally stood in front of the choir with his feet, his stubby arms crossed each other before his chest; his slender lower body was separated from his bloated upper body by the flying dark red sparks. Demon, every move they made would always stir people's emotions.

‘His' stubby fingers clasped on ‘his' shoulder while revealing a faint smile. As ‘he' lifted ‘his' arms, a scary tearing sound rang from ‘his' back and dark red flames burst out behind ‘him' with a wisp of blonde floating in the flames. Then ‘Crowley' closed ‘his' eyes.

Woosh!

The flame engulfed the demon, and in an instant, everyone felt the heat coming from the flame. The next moment, the rotating flame stagnated, and the black wings suddenly appeared in the center of the flame! As if the space has been split up, the flame was torn apart from the middle, pushed away, and disappeared completely when the huge wings spread out!

The long curly blonde hair that was lifted by the air flow, slid down in a graceful curve in the air, and draped over the white shoulders, covering the point of the amazing bulging chest. Eyelashes, long enough to make all women jealous, trembled and gently opened.

The blue eyes seemed to have a hint of coyness, and the faint blue light seemed to be avoiding the gazes of the four males in front. Even the huge wings behind her were trembling slightly, slowly folded.

“Crow-lie.” The vampire smiled and stroked his chin. “Oh?” The vampire recognized Crowlie's appearance. This was the real ‘surprise'.

Her blue eyes fully opened, and her exquisite lips moved, uttering the sound that resembled the music from heaven, “Zach.”

Zach smiled and shook his head, bowed slightly, “Is this the appearance you want to use to talk to me? Please allow me to use a sad expression to express my feelings for the glory of the past…” Now that the master has appeared, the battle has begun.

Crowlie's slender fingers ran over the hair on the front of her forehead, and the only blond thing covering her chest was constantly titillating people's hearts.

“The mayor of Barton is here, isn't he?” Like the heavenly music, the voice continued, “As a guest, I need a good impression.”

Zach's eyes moved slightly to the side, watching the two human expressions. Anthony was fine, sitting there seriously and motionlessly like a real master; worthy of being the vampire's friend. At least there was no change on the surface. In terms of James, his flushed cheeks and heavy breath betrayed him and showed that he was just an energetic young man.

Benjamin slapped James with his generous palm. Zach shook his head, and continued to face Crowlie, who had all the glory and honor, but now was just a fallen one, “You are wrong. Your first impression is already very bad. I cannot speak on behalf of the mayor, but I can speak for myself. When my eyes were burned, I was very angry.”

Crowlie covered the corners of her mouth with a smile in her voice, “That was just an accident. The scene of hell should not be remembered by people in this world. I didn't expect you would want to take a peak.”

Zach smiled and nodded, seemingly accepting such an answer, “So, did you send those two people back?”

Crowlie seemed to be a little puzzled, why would Zach ask these small things. Zach looked at the beautiful demon and pointed to James, “I need to explain the truth to the police detective of Barton again, please cooperate.”

James was holding his gun in one hand and grasping the back of Anthony's chair with the other. He really didn't know how to face this at all.

Crowlie frowned. You would not believe that a demon would really reveal its body casually just to have a good impression in front of a human mayor, would you? !

“Toreador, you are not joking, are you?” She used Zach's real surname. After all, there were only a few vampires that could walk in the sunlight. Each clan in the Camarilla had very distinctive characteristics, so it was not difficult to tell Zach's identity.

She continued, “Do you really treat humans as Barton's master?”

Zach raised his eyebrows with a smile, as if Crowlie asked a very ridiculous question, “master? Don't judge me using your narrow mind. As a citizen of Barton, when during the mayor's election, the person in front of you was the person I chose, and the person who was capable of managing the city.”

Chose? And Capable of managing it? Crowlie looked at Anthony. Zach didn't want to give her too much time to observe and waved, “Answer my question.”

Crowlie's gaze returned to the vampire, “Yes, the first thing I did after coming to Barton was to understand the city. I needed to know who I should maintain a good relationship with. I am surprised that it seems like there is only the Grande family in Barton.”

“I take this as a compliment.” Zach turned his head and continued to give orders to the guest like the master, “Now, you can now explain why you dragged them to hell.”

“This was just a silly misunderstanding.” Crowlie flicked the blonde hair in front of her, and the huge wings flapped and folded. The black silky satin promptly replaced the hairs and wrapped around her chest. “Those unintelligent puppies think that they know the reason why the gate of hell was opened.”

Crowlie pointed her finger to a place in the room. Then a chair seemed to have received an order and flew toward her. The demon seemed to be tired from standing, she wanted to sit.

Pa!

The wooden chair flying to the demon was torn apart, and the vampire dispersed the dust scattered in the air, with a cold face, “Who allows you to sit down.”

Chapter end