Records Of Barton's Fantastical Events Chapter 130 – Three People

Translator: Doggotranslation 

“So have you made up your mind?” Anthony adjusted his sitting posture. As if talking to a demon was a very meaningless thing, he needed to constantly adjust his body to concentrate. “Did you not read the Federal Citizenship Handbook when you climbed up from hell?”

Barton Mayor didn't seem to find a comfortable position to continue ‘enduring' this boring conversation. He waved his hand to interrupt Crowlie who was about to talk and looked sideways at James, “Let's go.”

Anthony glanced at the vampire. Crowlie's behavior was very obvious. Even if she understood that this city was ruled by humans, she still didn't want to negotiate with humans. In her view, humans were just a tool for producing souls.

Crowlie's main focus was still on the Grande family, which had conflicts of interest with herself. They used to be a threat, but now, she must establish a good relationship with them.

Anthony carefully controlled the meaning in his eyes. There was a light flashing in Zach's pupils, a look of understanding was sent back.

James finally got clever once, sticking to Anthony's side, blocking the mayor's sweaty back, and leaving the rehearsal room.

Crowlie stared at the two human figures leaving, her fingers stroking her lips.

Zach pulled over a chair and looked at the woman with a smile, “You want their souls? You have to wait a long time for that. If you do it now, I don't mind getting on the blacklist of hell.”

Crowlie retracted her gaze and ran her hands through the blond hair on her forehead, “Vampire, you have always been on the list.”

Benjamin also pulled a chair. There was no light in the building behind St Mary's Church, but it was not surprising at all. What could we expect from a church controlled by the demon?

A faint moonlight passed through the window, covering three people. The private part of the beautiful woman was covered by a black satin and gray bandage. She was sitting on a chair with her legs crossed slantingly.

The fair-skinned man leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs and looked at the woman with a smile on his raised face. A burly man whose clothes seemed to have been torn by something stretched out his legs casually, his sturdy arms resting on the armrests, he was leaning on the back of the chair, seeming to be in a daze.

“Right now, there are no humans here.” Zach obviously ignored the two dozen people who were still fainting on the ground, “The coexistence agreement has also been reached, so what do you want to ask?”

This was also a part of the plan. If the demon agreed to be under the management of Barton, the vampire and the werewolf would express kindness as the representatives of nonhumans in Barton, whether it was to show sincerity or comfort. Although the plan has failed now, Anthony has also forced Crowlie to re-evaluate the relationship with the Grande family.

A mayor really had no use for a demon, but baning the other funeral businesses in Barton City and leaving only Grande Funeral Home was still something he could do. Zach also casually revealed that it was because of a particular person that they had the only burial cemetery in Barton City.

If Crowlie really wanted to permanently remove this hidden danger, as Zach said, he didn't mind getting on the blacklist. Oh no, it should be that he didn't mind having his name moved up a few places on the list. But after going back to hell, Crowlie may not necessarily have the strength to climb up again.

“There are too many questions.” Crowlie wasn't very happy, “First, where did all the souls of Barton city go?”

Anthony's first question was not to provoke the opponent, but Anthony knew that last month, the wandering souls in Barton had already been emptied once. This was supposed to be a prelude to induce Crowlie, but it was interrupted by the crisis of the Grande family, and now it could only be continued by Zach.

“Good question.” Zach raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, “Papa Midnight was here not long ago.”

Crowlie's face completely darkened. “This shameless thief!”

“If it makes you feel better.” Zach glanced at Benjamin with his mouth curved into a smile, “We taught him a lesson.”

Crowlie looked at the two people on the opposite side, her eyes staying on the vampire. She could see Toreador's rotten soul. Maybe in a few years, the vampire in front of her would be leveled up again. Based on his age, Crowlie guessed that he had experienced the colonial era.

Crowlie's face began to have doubts, “Why are you here? Why didn't I go to the new-” Crowlie stopped talking, but what she wanted to say was clear.

Heaven, hell, and vampires, these things did not come from the Federation. They crossed the ocean and encountered the native Inans. In the end, countless new things were born and formed the current Federation.

Benjamin was not interested in this topic. Zach shook his head. He didn't want to sheer away from the topic. “What does it matter? It's all about creating shelters. There's no difference, whether it is Barton or outside the Federation.”

The vampire smiled and looked at Crowlie, “But you, hell, seem to be left behind again? Crowlie, uh, miss, don't you have any thoughts?”

Do you think that when missionaries preach doctrines, they should start with all the wonderful things in heaven first, they should start with all the suffering in hell first?

Speaking of the nonhumans that were restrained by humans the most, it was not vampires, werewolves, or shapeshifters, but Crowlie's faction.

Crowlie's eyes twitched, and the long, monotonous life made her lightly unable to get used to talking to the vampire. From the time they met, she was verbally oppressed.

“I don't have any thoughts.” Crowlie rolled her eyes, “Let's focus on the present. Tore… Zach.” Crowlie glanced at the vampire. Zach didn't stop her from using the abbreviation. She continued, “Do you really treat Barton as that mayor's territory?”

“You are wrong.” Zach waved his hand, “You didn't pay attention to what I said, the mayor was elected by the citizens. territory? You can say that Barton is the territory of all legal citizens in Barton.”

Crowlie had a trace of impatience on her face. This kind of debate already existed when the Federation was formed, but it was humans who constructed this theory, and it had nothing to do with nonhumans. From the information Crowlie knew in hell, it was still the same as the other end of the ocean for nonhumans, especially the two sects of vampires.

Crowlie chuckled suddenly, “As the last Toreador of The Camarilla, you can really do whatever you want, and no one will care about you.”

Zach's eyes quickly turned back. Crowlie added a prefix “Last” to Toreador. Without letting the other party notice his emotional changes, Zach continued the “guidance” he wanted to complete. “You are wrong again. I am a legal citizen recognized by Barton and I have the right to elect the mayor. This is the point.”

Crowlie frowned. The nonhuman society had different classes according to its own rules, among which heaven and hell were the most divided. But even the nonhumans in this world had different social classes of their own, and those who were attracted to Barton by the rumors were all the bottom-level nonhumans.

Take a look at them: Jim who was gluttonous and was not goal-oriented like other shapeshifters; Daniel, who lived in the real civilian area of Barton City, and me who was as weak as a chicken… These may be positive examples. There were also nonhumans like ‘David' who wanted to be the king of the city but were very weak. All of us, hmmm, actually, all of them were weirdos in the nonhuman society.

Now Zach and Benjamin were showing Crowlie another identity tag of nonhumans, a legal citizen in the human world.

“You are not kidding, are you?” Crowlie looked into the eyes of the vampire, then looked at Benjamin, the Alpha who seemed to be about to fall asleep on the chair, “What is so special about this mayor?”

Zach glanced at the demon, he was reminding her not to think about something that she shouldn't think about.

“Well, our ideas are too far apart.” Crowlie shook her head. “Let's discuss something really important.” Crowlie looked at the vampire again, “I want the cemetery and the authorization to contact the dead that needed to be cremated, what are the conditions.”

Zach raised his eyebrows and patted the sleepy Benjamin. The topic was related to the Grande family. He needed the advice of his ‘younger brother', “The cemetery is Grande's private property. Even if you want to buy it, I won't sell it.” Zach smiled, “As for cremation, you can apply for it at our mill. As for whether Madison will hire you or not, it will depend on yourself.”

Crowlie frowned, “Do you really take your legal status very seriously? Do you know how ridiculous what you just said now is?”

“No, Crowlie.” Zach waved his hand, “What you did was ridiculous. You have already ruined our impression of you, but now you want to ruin the entire Barton's impression of you as well. Haven't you noticed it yet?”

Crowlie looked to one side, and she was thinking. She agreed with the first sentence, so she would directly ask the other person to name the condition, but she could not understand the latter sentence. For her, Barton was just a place that bred souls.

Zach spread out his arms and said, “Look, no matter what you did in Barton this week, it has attracted the detective and the mayor's attention. Next, the mayor can cut off your attempts to infiltrate the upper level, and the police detectives will follow your every move in the middle and lower levels.”

Crowlie's calf moved slightly, and her soft body moved on the chair.

“Regarding your request, we can totally refuse because of what happened earlier. In Barton, you will be completely isolated and targeted. In fact, the only reason we are still talking to you here is simply our sympathy toward you. After all, we are all nonhumans.”

“What will you do? Will you cause riots in human cities like what happened hundreds of years ago? Increasing the number of souls going to hell? Like the mayor asked before, what did you accomplish this week?” Zach shook his head, “Unfortunately, if you don't improve anymore, and let Barton City accept you, in the future, this effect will get worse and worse.”

The vampire said a very interesting thing; asking a human city to accept demons? Well, think about it, it was actually not that surprising. Anthony was the mayor of Barton. What he cared about was whether the people of Barton had a happy life, a warm place to live, and food to eat or not.

As for where they would go after death?

Do you all know? In the past, even eating those shelled creatures would also make one go to hell…

Chapter end