Vol 3 Chapter 17: Spira

Something strange happened, not ‘personnel’, but the weather. Bayi Chinese W≤W≈W =. ≈8 ≠ 1≥Z≥≥W≈. ≤C≥OM should have been the warmest time of the day, but the temperature dropped by a step, and the wind seemed to blow away the face of the person. Suddenly, no one wanted to stay outdoors.
Spella is holding a cup of hot chocolate and watching the three men tossing the fireplace. Not smooth--
Husband, Corden, "Don't move that, that's the fuel used to burn the corpse, we don't need that 'strong' combustion aid."
Angel's container, Ike, "Uh, why did you put this kind of thing in the storage room? Forget ... hey, don't order it now! There will be smoke!"
A brother, John, was holding a piece of wood that had been lit by witchcraft, and his face was irritated. "Remind me again why you are here ?! Still here ?! Angel's container?"
Spella stood up with the hot chocolate, walked to the door, tightened the shawl on her shoulder, and opened the door.
The hot air in the cup was blown away in an instant and could no longer stand up. Siberia squinted, facing the empty street, "You are the only one left? And the other two." To whom? The wording is so bad. only.
Answering with the appearance of a bloated body, Zmish of the Demon Feast, "Brother is near your Ogier laboratory, brother, inspecting other dense areas of Pai Sing."
"Brother and brother." Spella raised her eyebrows and sipped the chocolate that was cooling every second. "Oh."
It should be Sibella's face and tone, not friendly goodwill. The owner of the bloated body felt offended. "Anything worth laughing, wizard."
"It's nothing." Siberia shrugged her shoulders lightly. "It's good to be prejudiced as a mother. If my child wants to call his brother, I also hope that the person whom he calls a brother is also It came out of my stomach. Hehe, you know, this is us, humanity, ethics. "
"Ethics." The bloated body stood on the edge of the fence. "Did that ethics make one of your sons become a werewolf and a son into earth-bound spirit?"
Spella continued to sip the chocolate, which had no temperature, "at least not something that became a confusing brother."
The bloated Zmithi's eyes twitched.
If you do n’t understand the dialogue well, focus on the key points and ethics.
This is the ethics of humanity against vampires. When we discuss the superior in this ethics, the parents. The former is the parent who gives life to future generations, and the latter is the one that gives ‘choice’ to eternal life.
As Spella said, her son, two, came out of her stomach. Two people with the same origin of life are brothers.
As for vampires, human ethics are abandoned because of eternal life. It does not matter who is the father and mother who gave birth to life. Eternal life is the essence of vampires. So, ‘Father’ became the vampire who started eternal life. In this situation, it should be a second-generation Zmish still in the west. The three ‘children’ of the second-generation Tszmihi, in Barton, called each other the brothers who may have completely different beginnings of life and times of life.
A little unfair reality, when the two views collide with each other, the narrow view always prevails. Why, shortsighted. For example, here, you can't ask Sibella to think about eternal life. Her motherhood's attributes lose meaning in time. But the bloated Zmitshi experienced this short-lived state of human attributes. He can think that he has crossed the short-sighted state, and "sublimation" has become the state of eternal life now. But shortsighted people will never understand ‘sublimation’, do n’t they?
"I don't need to talk to you. Sorcerer." The bloated body turned and seemed to hide somewhere. His job is to guard against the wizards of Button. Vigilance does not include chatting with wizards.
"Do you know the reason why the wizard created the werewolf about the colonial war four centuries ago?"
Zmithi turned back, "Don't put gold on your face, it's not your wizard, it's your Papa who created it at midnight."
Spella turned her head and did n’t respond at all.
It ’s to fight against Bruch and you, Zmic. Your fighting power is too destructive, the law (that ’s why Zmic can only stand outside the fence), Only the Indian land can be protected, not offensive. Defensive will never let us win the war. Therefore, we need to balance the strength of confrontation on the battlefield. "
There was sarcasm on Zmithi's face, "Are you trying to teach me history, little wizard?"
small? Of course, don't use the wrinkles on your face to judge the age difference between the two sides.
"Why not?" Spella simply put down the completely cold chocolate and rubbed some cold hands. "After all, you Zmitshi are on the battlefield, hum." Down the front porch, toward the edge of the fence, "and the werewolf's During the battle, the heaviest lost clan. "Face to face, separated by an invisible barrier, Spella tilted her head," You are true, yeah, 'wide'. "In evaluating Zmiche's figure.
Zmithi's face became somber, "Are you trying to provoke me!"
"Trying? I'm already doing it." Spella touched the cool fence blown by the wind with her hand, gray, patted, and continued rubbing her cold fingers, "What can you do? I see me angry what."
Hey ...
Who can think of it, the fire in the house has not yet started, and the ‘fire’ outside the house is ready.
But Mars disappeared so once, and the bloated Zmiche stepped back with his black nose covered. When I lowered my hand again, my nose was restored.
Spella's mood seems to be very good. She wanted to do this once ~ This is the satisfaction of crossing time and space ~
Time ~ Ha ha, this is the ability of the wizards four centuries ago-watching the vampires withdraw from their own land. Space ~ Ha! Four centuries ago, this piece was 6 big, not called the Federation.
It's a pity that Zac never satisfied Silkabella's satisfaction, and would only be outside the door like a salesman. "Let me go in ..." There is no satisfaction.
Kirden ran out and took a look, not expressing any opinion on what his wife was doing, and went back to the house to continue to make the fireplace.
Spella looked at Zmish with satisfaction. "How about continuing the history lesson?" This was not a request. "You can never win the war." I patted the fence, the meaning was clear enough, and it was grayed out, patted, " The federally independent 'idea' has saved you, and more specifically, saved you who have already suffered heavy losses, Zmic. So, answering my question, why didn't you join the secret alliance? "
So, not only is it difficult to accept history teaching, but also the kind of most hated teacher! Will ask for interaction!
Zmysh stared at Siberia, her eyes constantly changing between red and non-red, and finally turned into a sentence, "I don't need to talk to you!"
Spella picks up fast enough, must be fast, the vampire is fast, even the slowest Zmirch, "Is it because Toledo didn't look at you, did you choose you?" Intentionally, "and chose power Maintain a more complete Bruch. "
What was the key that definitely touched, Zmich turned his head gloomy, and indeed the off-topic, "Why is the city full of those scented scent ?!" Bruch's scent.
As for why Zmiche said Bruch this way, the reason is that we know that Bruch is Vatican ’s ‘house dog’. In order to fight against the werewolf and protect his noble ‘master’ Van Gogh, Bruch in the colonial war chose the latter for the collective benefit of the thirteen clans.
Spira replied kindly, "Because Rimmer, because Grande's new descendant was once a foreigner Bruch." Spira's eyes drifted away, "Because Grande's Toledo was preparing Against the Demon Torrido. "His eyes drifted back." This is his preparation for sensing the unseen Demon Torredo. He has done some other preparations and is said to be very comprehensive. "Staring at Zmithi It ’s good to miss the other party ’s gaze of emotional change, slowly,
we, now, we all know what these preparations bring to Grande ’s vampires.

No one was disappointed in Zmisi, who was being watched. A period of disgusting irritability, a period of rejection, a period of helpless acceptance. In this deliberately elongated answer by Spella, one by one,
Spira's eyes drifted away again, shook his head off the topic, "I know!" Take a deep breath, and look back at Zmithi, a certain emotion has changed, "Do you hate Toledo."
"It doesn't matter!" Zmiche gave an answer that could not represent anything, but it was a certain confirmation to Spella. "But I can tell you this! I hate Bruch! When is this? Will the smell of the city disappear? "
"This?" Siberia glanced west. "You should ask Rymer, Eve Rymer." He chuckled lightly. "Isn't that good, I believe in the once unperceivable magic feast Torrido, now under your perception. "The corner of his mouth twitched." No matter what your magic feast is about, it's easier. "
Zmiche's forehead twitched twice, staring at Spella, and unexpectedly seemed to want to fight back, "So our demon feast does anything in Barton, you wizards, just look at it like this?" Disdainful hum , "As I have already seen." Vigilant surveillance, "Our Demon Feast is here! You have done nothing!"
"Are you worried about the fate of Wizard Barton." Spella sarcastically, "Oh, thank you. When you occupy Button and clean up these wizards, be gentle. After all, I'm just an old woman."
Do you still remember a story about the magic banquet in the west, where there was a story about the magic banquet captive wizard playing by Papa at midnight? Let's put it this way, the magic banquet takes the entire western region and its own territory as its own private assets. Everyone thinks that the magic banquet allows their own assets. Some people, some Indians, can draw a dungeon to occupy a piece of magic feast vampires can't get close to What land? In the west, it is exaggerated to say that the Indians are a minority.
Zmithi took the sarcasm, "Relax, we will be very gentle!"
"Hehe." Nobella nodded and started to look at her toes. "That's fine. Back to the topic, history class." Kicked the slanted fence, "I don't know if the magic feast, the werewolf is How did it break with the wizarding family after the establishment of the Federation. "Spella raised her head slowly and looked at Zmish." Who is it, in disguise to help you get revenge on Zmich and bring the most powerful power of the wizarding family? " Turning your eyes at the family, it becomes what it is now. "
Zmithi twitched his cheek, probably not wanting to answer this question because he knew it. Rosembra's obsession with collectibles, isn't he?
Spella waited for a while, "Grand has an Alpha, have you seen it?" The advantage of not speaking is that the dominant person can swing at will.
Still not answering.
Very good, let Spella's swing can be more casual, "You should meet, Benjamin is still very representative, now the werewolf, no, now the federal." Spella seems to be really in the era of casual commentary , "The origin of the blood has been blurred, the product of racial integration, everyone is more or less a bit of a former colonizer, or, the blood of the In'an people. He does not care about the history of the Indian and Werewolf, nor does he care. The history of the colonists is just those who live in the Federation. "
Laughed, "Oh, but this is not the most special place for this Alpha of Barton ~" The tone was deliberately frivolous, "He is sleeping in Mokawi."
Zmihi's eyes were red for a moment, "What are you saying ?!"
"Oh, this is the reaction I'm looking forward to." Spella rubbed her shoulders. It was really, very cold, not suitable for an old woman like her to blow this long wind outside. "You don't know this epoch-making Intelligence? Oh, yes, Grande does n’t take this as a glory. Someone still rejects this matter. Ca n’t say it, huh, okay, now I ’m telling you, an alpha, and a Thirteen clan ancestors. "
Where did Zmihi want to go? Scanning the empty streets quickly! Hell, there is no public phone booth!
"Speaking of epoch-making." Spella didn't care. Continue, "Do you know that we are allies with Nophire now, wizards, and vampires, allies." Spella smashed her mouth as if she said The words are a bit unbelievable, "But these days, they seem to have disappeared." Deliberately mocking, "Which allies will be in the future of their companions ..."-Just said, after the feast occupied Barton The truth of Wizard Barton will surely be cleared up, "Play will disappear when the future of your companion is threatened. Hey, if you happen to see it, how would you tell me something?"
Zmysh glanced at Bella, too lazy to continue to care about it.
Nor did Silbera care whether the other party listened or not, and just finished speaking, "Tell Dora, it must be Dora, the others can't, I can't look down. Tell Dora, I have done what she wants, there is Take it free. She knows where to find me. "
"What ?! What did you do to Nophire ?!" A sincere question.
Ignored, Spella rubbed her shoulders and turned back to the house with only a single voice, "Finally, let go, I need to warm ..."