Records Of Barton's Fantastical Events Chapter 13

Translator: Doggotranslation  Editor: Doggotranslation

Pooky began to talk about the benefits of the funeral homes in the Northern District of Barton City. It seemed that in his heart, there was no such thing as fulfilling the wishes of the dead. In this era where tradition and trends were competing with each other, as the final wish of the dead, the living should try to fulfill it.

Of course, during the talk, Pooky often said something to insult the Grande Funeral Home from time to time

Zach ignored the words of Pooky, he was thinking whether Mrs. Quinn and others' aversion to Pooky came from this, or something else. He began to recall anything he knew about Pooky Quinn.

The couple's son was a doctor and he remained on the battlefield with his wife during the war ten years ago. At the time, their only son Pooky, who 13-year-old, was raised in the grandparent's home. Maybe that was why the two elderly people started their charity work.

But during Pooky's childhood, he hardly ever appeared in the public, and Zach couldn't even remember if his photos ever appeared in any media. This was very strange. Photos of the children of the upper class would always appear in the tabloid version of the Barton Daily, and occasionally show up in the community column (crime).

“Pooky! I have made the decision already! If you still want Quinn's inheritance, shut your mouth!”

A dry voice echoed in Zach's office. The room became quiet, and only the pendulum swinging back and forth under the wall clock was heard.

Pooky's face was very livid. It was distorted by anger and hatred.

Zach pressed the bell to call Benjamin, stood up, and calmly looked at the elderly woman, “Our Grande Funeral House will do our best to fulfill Mr. Quinn's will.”

The elderly woman nodded, forced her body to stop shaking because of anger, and sat back into the wheelchair.

Zach walked out from behind the desk. His white fingers fastened the coat buttons and adjusted the clothes, and came to Mrs. Quinn, “The time is a little tight. If Mrs. Quinn doesn't mind, would you mind going to the church in the west with me, we may start to arrange something now.”

The female caregiver shook her head, “we have already booked the church for Mr. Quinn…”

“Cancel it.” Mrs. Quinn glanced at Zach, her withered hand pressed on the back of the female caregiver's hand, “you may ask my friends to go back first, and ask them not to be too sad. Pooky, you can leave too.”

The female caregiver hesitated for a moment, but eventually still nodded and left the office.

At this time, Zach was puzzled. He wanted to be alone with Mrs. Quinn because there was something he needed to confirm with her. Seeing Pooky didn't want to stay here for a moment longer, Zach felt that if he asked Mrs. Quinn to stay, this obnoxious young man would leave on his own. Unexpectedly, the elderly woman seemed to want to stay here too.

However, Pooky stood motionlessly beside her, and he didn't seem to want to leave. That look, he seemed to be monitoring her!

Benjamin pushed open the door and entered the office.

Once the transaction was confirmed, everyone would start to get busy, Benjamin has been carving tombstones part-time, and now Zach needed him to go to the Grande Funeral Home's competitors to buy statues and tombstones, and get rid of Pooky!

“How can I help brother?” This was what the werewolf has always called Zach in front of outsiders.

Zach handed Benjamin the reservation receipt on the table, “You have to go over to Allen and Ford to buy stone or finished products.”

Benjamin took a glance at the receipt, put it in his pocket, and then glanced at the situation in the office. Zach's small movement was captured by the werewolf, and he turned to greet Pooky, whose face was still livid, “Sir, I am sorry for your loss. Can you please go with me now and choose a suitable tombstone for your loved one?”

It seemed that Pooky had just discovered Benjamin's existence. His eyes looked at the werewolf in disgust and said, “You? Why should I go with you! I have other plans today! I don't have time to spend a whole day on the tombstone!”

Mrs. Quinn raised her eyes, and her senile body started to tremble again, but Zach softly put his hand on her shoulders to calm her down.

The werewolves were still wearing the clothes he put on in the morning. Although the mud on the beard was removed before breakfast, he still looked like a miner.

Benjamin looked at Pooky with brown eyes and said flatly, “It's a pity that your plan must be postponed.”

Privacy didn't exist in the Grande Funeral Home, because the owner here, a ghost and a wolf, had superhuman senses. Although their eyes couldn't penetrate the wall, if this werewolf wanted, it was easy for this werewolf to hear everything in Zach's office.

The werewolf was not interested in why Zach wanted to be alone with Mrs. Quinn. He was no longer a leader, he just needed to follow the instructions.

Benjamin's tall body approached Pooky, and his thick arms wrapped around Pooky's shoulders. Before Pooky responded, they started to walk to the front of the office.

“Let me go!” Pooky twisted his shoulders, and the caregiver, who re-entered the office, turned her body to make way for them, which made Pooky even angrier! “Let me go. You uncivil boor! What are you doing!”

Benjamin stopped, as Pooky shamelessly held on to the edge of Zach's office door. Benjamin looked puzzled. “I told you we were going to see the tombstones.”

“Let me go. You stink!” Pooky struggled, and then suddenly felt that no one was pulling him anymore. Benjamin let go of him.

However, Pooky was still cursing, while adjusting his crumpled clothes. There was a large light gray handprint on his shoulder. It was obvious from Benjamin.

Well, this guy's curse did make sense, and Benjamin really didn't care much about his personal cleanliness…

“You see what you did!” Pooky looked at the gray handprint on his shoulder, “Do you know how much this suit is worth! You boor! Stay away from me!”

Benjamin stepped back a few steps and shrugged his shoulders.

“What the hell is this place!” Pooky exited the office in exasperation. In a straight line, through the opened door of the office, Zach could see a group of old people slowly left under the protection of their bodyguards. They looked back gloomily while shaking their heads in disgust.

“I don't want to stay in this place anymore!” Pooky turned around and strode toward the door of the reception.

It was a pity that the old people in front of him seemed unwilling to make this young man feel better, their slow footsteps became much slower, and their exquisite walking sticks would only move one centimeter at a time, and this centimeter distance would take those old people more than half a minute!

With the back facing Zach, the body of Pooky seemed to be shaking, a visible blood vessel became swell up on the side of his neck, his fists were clenched tightly, and it seemed that at the next moment, he would rush into those old people and squeeze his way out.

Two men that were as muscular as Benjamin moved before Pooky and spit out two words coldly, “stay back!”

Pooky's body shook violently, stepped back two steps, and fell on the arm of the sofa. He turned his body and looked at Zach with hateful eyes, and then fixed on Mrs. Quinn, who curled up in a wheelchair!

“Bang!”

Benjamin shut the door and blocked twisted eyes outside!

The elderly woman's tightened body finally became relaxed, and the female caregiver squatted next to her and used her soft and fine-skinned hand to stroke the elderly woman's chest. At the same time, she raised her head and looked at Benjamin and Zach gratefully.

Benjamin's task was completed. He turned to Zach, nodded slightly, and now he was going to buy things from their competitors, the statue of Gabriel, the werewolf didn't think his claws could carve out such a fine statue…

There were only three people left in the office. Zach squatted down next to the elderly woman. He deliberately accelerated his heart beat, pushed the blood to his hands, and made his hands less cold.

Zach pressed the elderly woman's hand and said softly as if he was trying to comfort her, “Madam, the church is a ten-minute drive away from here. This is the southern suburbs, so the journey will be a little bumpy.”

The wrinkled hand was lifted to touch Zach's face, and the withered fingers were extended into Zach's hair. Zach could feel that the elderly woman was asking him to get closer.

So he leaned forward again until the elderly woman's face was pressed against Zach's, then a deep voice rang in Zach's ear.

“I don't care! As long as it makes that unfilial guy unhappy! I will do anything! I don't have much time! But even then, I will not give that guy a hint of satisfaction!”

Chapter end