Records Of Barton's Fantastical Events Chapter 151 – Encounter

Translator: Doggotranslation 

When leaving, it was still the familiar prison guard with a huge butt who was leading the way, “How is the Warden's mood?” The baton pinned to his waist was ridiculously leaned aside. If he didn't press it all the time, it would scratch the hard wall all the time.

Zach turned his head, smiled, and kindly suggested, “During this period, if there isn't any problem, it is best to not disturb Mr. Warden.”

The guard curled his lips and snorted, which could be considered to be a response.

“How is it going recently?” Zach didn't like the feeling of prison, he was trying to distract himself.

“What do you think can happen? The same as usual.” The other party did not turn his head.

“I heard that there are two death row prisoners in the dark room?” Zach asked in a gossip tone.

“One.” Although the guard always looked cold, he still answered Zach's questions. For him, this was already a relatively normal communication in life, “Huh! Are you like others? Interested in death row prisoners? ”

Zach smiled, “Just curious. You said there is only one?”

“One attacked the citizens at the end of the trial and was killed on the spot.” The prison guard said indifferently, “The other one will be sent back soon.”

“Sent back?” Zach asked. Normally, people would be more interested in the word “killed” , but our vampire knew exactly what happened, so he was not interested in that kind of information.

“In the summer, keeping people in the dark room for a long time will cause trouble.” The prison guard shook his head impatiently, “If someone hangs in a dark room, the warden will have trouble again. So sending him back, and letting him spend a summer, and then we can execute him. ”

Zach nodded, he was not surprised that this person would directly make a comment on the warden's decision. In fact, looking at his appearance, he looked more like someone who worked in the drive-through than a prison guard. Zach, who was already familiar with the guard, knew his work. This guard rarely had contact with prisoners.

“Will he be executed publicly?” Zach continued to ask.

The prison guard finally glanced at Zach when he turned to the corridor, rolled his eyes, “Tickets have been bought by reporters, if you don't mind standing up while watching, you can come.”

Walking out of the building, Zach raised his arms. The sunlight at this moment felt so good that it made him want to sleep. But before he could get back to the truck, he could not replenish himself with food. This was a prison, certain things could not be brought in.

After Zach said goodbye to the guard, he walked toward the truck. As if by coincidence, a man in a black shirt and straight pants was also walking out of the prison.

Zach looked at the building in the distance. Among the facilities made of stone walls and iron wires, a small domed building had a black cross hanging above it.

Father Constantine saw Zach, smiled, and nodded, and the two went to the parking lot.

“Was Mr. Grande here to see someone?” He asked with some confusion. There was a trace of perspiration on Constantine's forehead, and the sweat beads slid down his ears through his neatly combed hair.

“No, I don't know the people inside.” Zach shook his head with a smile, and walked 'thoughtfully' towards the shade, “I was discussing the business between the funeral home with the warden.”

Constantine nodded in understanding and drew a cross before his chest. The development of Grande Funeral Home, the neighbor of the Church of God the Son, could be described as very rapid this year. Of course, as the neighbor, the Church of God the Son also enjoyed the benefits.

Today was Sunday. As the priest of the church closest to the prison, Constantine had the responsibility to give the light of salvation to the lost souls. It was just that it was already late in the afternoon. Obviously, this was an unusually committed priest.

Unlike Joseph's questions in the gospel church, God knows what questions Constantine had answered in there. We could only pray that the content of Constantine's sermon in front of a group of criminals was not the 'ten commandments'.

When the two walked together, Zach could feel the heat radiating from the priest; the shirt that smoothly adhered to the skin had dark sweat stains, the wavy wet marks on the neckline began from the silver cross to both sides.

Constantine loosened his neckline. He was tired, both physically and mentally.

“Loise said that a nun was sick.” Zach first expressed his concern, “The sudden increase in workload is a problem for both of us, but Father, you should also take care of your body.”

The workload referred to the ongoing funerals in the church. The lives of the clergy were very stable, and the work content was also monotonous and repetitive. The sudden large number of funerals obviously broke the routine of the people in the Church of God the Son. After the church was closed, the routine that had just been adapted was broken again. It was normal for people to get sick after the routine was broken. Of course, Zach also hoped that it was so normal.

“Thank you for your concern. Mr. Grande.” Constantine smiled and nodded, “It is true that everyone has been feeling a little uncomfortable during this time. The increase of workload is also part of the reason, but it also just happens to be the time for the seasons to change, so he caught the flu. She will be fine in a few days.”

Constantine expressed his sincere thanks, “Miss Leah (Louise's last name) helped us a lot. The nuns like her very much.”

The short road has come to an end, and this short exchange would also end. Although they were neighbors, except for Louise because of her childhood life, the rest of the Grande have not been lustrated and become true believers. So Zach just said take care again and then bid farewell to the priest.

“Mr. Grande.” The priest suddenly yelled as he was about to pull the door of his old car.

Zach turned his head, blocked the sunlight with the truck's door, and looked at the priest, “Father, what's the matter?”

After a brief change in the expression on Constantine's face, the expression returned to the kind expression that a priest should have. He smiled and said in the usual preaching and comforting tone of priests.

“Mr. Grande, it is great to see the current development of the Grande Funeral Home. But I still want to remind Mr. Grande not to get lost in this rapid process. Changing too quickly is not necessarily a good thing.”

The vampire turned around in the shadow cast by the truck door and faced the priest not far away. Some emotions flashed in Zach's light green eyes, and he nodded, “Thank you for the reminder father. I will not forget my original goal in this change.”

The vampire, the werewolf, Anthony, the original goal of coming to Barton, the city of Barton under the sun could only be counted as the first chapter of the unofficial history.

Constantine nodded as if relieved, opened his car door completely, and sat in.

Zach finally got into the driver's seat of the truck. The metal wine bottle was taken out, and the mouth of the bottle was unscrewed. Under the flipped bottle, the red liquid flowed into the vampire's body, dispelling the lethargy brought by the sun.

Zach looked at the priest who had driven to the front, frowning, and thinking.

It was not a good experience to lie in front of the priest, and for the time being, we could ignore why Constantin would suddenly want to remind the vampire. We all knew that when it came to the original goal, the vampire hesitated before. Since the privatization of Barton's funeral industry began, the vampire hesitated.

The vampire shook his head and started the truck, suddenly having a bad mood. He slapped the radio like Benjamin, and the noise gradually disappeared. What replaced it was a music that was filled with mixed emotions and full of hidden dark meaning. It was ethereal, irritating, hoarse…

It was the music style that has suddenly become popular recently. Zach pursed his lips and stepped on the accelerator.

Chapter end