Records Of Barton's Fantastical Events Chapter 30

Translator: Doggotranslation  Editor: Doggotranslation

There was no conflict between the burial tradition of the Federation and the indigenous people. Mrs. Quinn's belief was the same as most people, and the enthusiasm for the indigenous totem was more from cultural heritage. Therefore, when Zach talked about the detailed process, Mrs. Quinn proposed to use a kind of thing called “Inducing Soul Grass” under the coffin. According to Mrs. Quinn's explanation, if the person who passed away wanted to return, they could use this to find their way back to this world.

Zach and Benjamin glanced at each other. Although they wanted to laugh, they knew it was not appropriate, so they had to hold back and listen to Mrs. Quinn until she finished.

The real purpose of this grass was to enable Witches to summon the undead. After centuries of change, it was now actually used as a coffin filler. However, the “Inducing Soul Grass” on the market was just the local weed after it was dried under the sun, so there was no need to worry about any adverse effects on the deceased.

Zach checked the guest list and seats with Mrs. Quinn, and read the priest's speech again. After confirming that nothing was missing, it was time for the two to leave.

“Madam.” The female caregiver pushed the door of the balcony, “Barton Police called and left a message for the two Mr. Grande.”

Mrs. Quinn raised her eyebrows and looked at the two people who were packing up the information.

“Oh, madam.” Zach smiled: “You may have heard that the Barton Police Department is conducting an open tender for cooperation, and our Grande Funeral Home also hopes to win the opportunity to cooperate with the city government again. Before coming, I left this place's contact information.”

Mrs. Quinn nodded, and her doubts subsided. If the owner of a place left his residence for a long time, leaving a message in advance to tell people where they were going and contact information was very normal. Mrs. Quinn waved her hand and no longer asked.

Zach and Benjamin exited the balcony and took the note handed from the female caregiver, just an address, ‘BOOSBOOS PUB, No. 7, First Becky Street J.R.' Zach was a bit disappointed. It was actually the message left by James Rance.

“This is not an invitation for the open tender.” The female caregiver looked at the two ‘brothers' with a smile. Apparently she has discovered Zach's lies, but it seemed to be just an accident, and there was no need to report it to madam. Of course, the most important reason was that the female caregiver was very fond of these “brothers”, one was like a bay under the night, quiet and gentle, one was like a field under the sun, unrestrained and wild…

That impression was based on a brief meeting at Grande Funeral Home three days earlier, when Zach soothed the bereaved Mrs. Quinn, and Benjamin drove out the annoying Pooky. Don't ask me why I know it so clearly. Although I couldn't get close to Mrs. Quinn, there was no problem for me to get close to a female caregiver. After knowing this, I was completely disappointed in this world that judged people by their appearance.

Zach smiled bitterly: “Yeah, I also just realized it.” Zach handed the note to Benjamin.

The female caregiver showed the two of them out. “J.R. is the acronym for James Rance, right? Do you know General Rance's son?”

Sure enough, the upper-class people were really well informed.

Zach pouted his lips and pointed to Benjamin.

Benjamin scratched his chin and smiled foolishly: “We once served in the army together.”

“You two!” Pooky flopped down on the stairs, and the Great Dane beside him sat calmly on Pooky's lap, his eyes fixed on the three people on the stairs. Pooky moved his body desperately, but the full-grown Great Dane was not lighter than an adult. He yelled, “Take this thing away!”

The good mood of the female caregiver seemed to be destroyed. Her brows frowned slightly and there was a trace of disgust in her eyes. But she still looked at the two of them. After all, this was the Quinn family's house, and Pooky was still the young master of the Quinn family. Being played by a dog was not a great thing.

“Hehe.” Zach explained with a smile: “Jim has been taken by Mrs. Quinn as a gift for Mr. Pooky Quinn.”

“Oh.” The female caregiver's raised eyebrows soothed. She patted the expressionless Great Dane, bypassed the Pooky, who was held down, and took the two out of the hall…

Pooky's curse was covered by the sound of Benjamin's constant beating on the radio. After a while, the truck went out of the manor and disappeared into the shadow of trees.

Leaving Quinn's manor, Zach heaved a sigh of relief. Mrs. Quinn's additional commission was finally completed. The rest was up to Jim.

The truck left the Western District and drove along the Charles River again, but this time the direction was toward the east. At this time, it was close to the evening, and the setting sun spread a dark yellow layer on the Charles River. Men and women in formal attire took out loose undershirts from the large bags behind them, put them on, and started running along the river bank as a relaxation after work.

“Ben.” Zach looked sideways, looking out of the window, looking through the woods, looking at the figures running behind the tree shadow, “I have a strange feeling.”

“BEN, JA, MIN.” Benjamin corrected Zach. The vampire liked the abbreviation, but it did not mean that the werewolf also liked it. Moreover, ‘Ben' was more like a nickname, and he was not used to being called this by a vampire, “What feeling?”

Zach looked back, leaned back, raised his legs over the car window, his head resting on the raised arms, “Hmmm, a strange feeling.”

Benjamin's lips twitched. He knew that the vampire was being sentimental again. When a guy who has lived too long, once his thoughts drifted out, he would inevitably say something strange, such as-

“Why don't we build our own family?” Zach said as if he was talking to himself.

“You have a family, Grande.” At this time, Benjamin's job was to pull the vampire's drifting thoughts back to reality.

“I know, you, Alice, maybe Louise, hmm, I have to think about this more…” Zach continued: “But, I mean ‘Toreador'.”

Benjamin stopped answering, he knew Zach would have such an idea. Because what happened recently made Zach this ‘Toreador' once again contacted the modern noble, Quinn, which reminded him of the good old days of the vampire clan. The social form of vampires was always similar to that of human beings, and there were strict class divisions. Having contacted Quinn, it made Zach want to continue his lineage in the upper echelons of the human race again.

However, Benjamin didn't need to worry, this was just the effect of the vampire being sentimental, and it wouldn't take long for him to realize the ridiculousness of this idea. such as–

“Forget it, just pretend that I didn't say it. It's too dangerous. I don't want to be found by other clans, and then tied on the trial stake and burned to ashes.” Zach shook his head and turned his gaze to the tree shadow outside the window again.

Those running people…

Why do people run? For health, to live longer. Zach had the same purpose as these ordinary people. Uh, even though he has lived for three or four centuries…

When the two reached the address left by James, the sky had already darkened, and the signboard in front of the “BOOSBOOS PUB” had lit up with neon. There was a red light bulb under each ‘O'. Such a pictorial signboard simply showed what kind of pub this was.

Zach raised his eyebrows. Did the son of the general like such a place? It seemed that this guy was more similar to Anthony than he thought.

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