Vol 8 Chapter 2: Toledo's house at the Feast

The Magic Banquet meeting seems to be the most important official event of the weekly Magic Banquet. It was supposed to be an honor for Zach to be brought to the conference by the host Lut, but because of his ten years His eating habits were vilified, and Zac made the decision not to say a word.
So, do you still want to see a meeting where Zac said nothing? Don't want to? Just like me.
Zac was very dissatisfied that Ruth, who really did n’t say a word, sent him back to his home in the city. "You have two days to stroll around and get familiar with the environment here. I will come to you again. "Put down a bottle of blood," Since the content of this meeting, since you have not participated at all, I will give you a "record" (Lessenbra's ability to store information with blood), you are willing to speak, and do not play this The childish silent game is over, please contact me anytime. "
Watching Rout's car leave, Zac couldn't wait to open his mouth, "Dell, where are you?"
"Second floor." Dell's voice, "You should come up and see the scenery."
The 'home', which can only be used for 200 years, is a three-storey villa.
Dell stood on the balcony on the second floor, to the left, "Look here, that is the desert." To the right, "Look at this side, it is a prosperous city." Dell just expressed emotion, "I have never seen it in my life Such a view. Really ... beautiful ... "
Zach stood next to Dell and pointed to the left, "Somewhere over there was a pile of corpses of the Indians. That was the curse of the witchcraft Papa at midnight, transferring all the prosperity of that land to the The Indian family in the middle. This is the representative of the feast and the hatred of Yin'an. "
Zac pointed to the right again, "The bustling side here is Rut Lesenbra ’s private food farm. Every human walking here is tagged with a certain category, Virgin-Female-, Virgin -Male-, slut-woman -... "No need to finish, Zac patted Dell," Is it still beautiful? "
Dell's cheeks were twitching. Adjusted his emotions, "We have a swimming pool, in the basement." Looking at Zac, "Swimming pool, basement." The meaning is just "Please don't completely ruin my mood."
Zac received Dell's careful request and was sure, "Is there anything special here."
Zac came up from the first floor and read it roughly. On the first floor are the regular living room, dining room and activity room ... On the second floor, Zac saw his master bedroom, study room, guest room, butler room, cleaning ... And this open-air balcony. Plus the basement pool that makes Dell sigh. Zac has no opinion on the layout and decoration of this villa, but there are some elements missing in what he sees-the elements of vampires.
"Upper." Dell frowned, "It looks like a collection room with some old books, antiques, and ..." Dell looked at Zac uncertainly, "You remember we didn't meet when we were on the train In front of James and Dale, the pair of Republicans sitting in front of us, uh, couples or sibling tourists? "
"Hah, so you haven't judged their relationship ~" Zac looked very happy. "They look very intimate, so it's definitely not a simple relationship between men and women, but they don't have any intimate actions, such as mutual Touch, hug, and gaze, right? This makes it very difficult to judge their relationship! "
Dale looked at Zac with a complexion that he didn't want to respond at all. "When they marked the origin of the fake slave movement on the map, you asked me if I hadn't been there."
Zac's pleasure stiffened. Remember, it was Torredo's original home, Zac's original home.
Dell noticed the change in Zac's expression, "I grew up there." Frowning, "My family is the manager of that place, from, from ..." pursed his lips, "When the Federation was established."
It's not an illusion. Zac's eyes were red for a moment, and he looked at Dell without speaking.
"I'm tired of hearing my father keep saying what is important in that place, uh," relics. "From any information or literature I can find, it's just a ruin of a Forbidden family that was once unfortunately destroyed. And If the literature found is correct, my ancestors were only the slaves of the Wang clan. The master destroyed the door and the slaves took over the place. That's all. I hate that place. "
Zac still didn't speak, but nodded.
"So I left that place. And I don't think I will see that place. After all, the meaning of leaving a place is that I don't have to see it anymore." Dell was helpless, pointing his finger upwards, "There is a third floor A model of almost two hundred square meters, that place. From inside to outside, every detail is exactly the same as I remember. "
Zac turned and prepared to go upstairs.
"You're not going to tell me, why did the Devil Banquet put a model like that in your home here?"
This is a question worth considering for Zac, so Zac asked back, "How long have you been away from home?"
"A dozen years." Dell replied, with no expression. "I have a younger brother, so if you care about whether there is no one in that place, you don't have to worry. My younger brother and I are completely opposite. Everything. He will keep that place for the rest of his life as his father expected. "
Zac smiled, "Then you don't need to care about these things at all ~"
After a moment of silence, "You are right, I don't have to." Dale turned back and continued to admire the curse of the witchcraft on the left, and the food classification of Lesenbra. Beautiful scenery, isn't it?
Zac saw the stairs leading to the third floor and was ready to go upstairs.
The phone rang, and it happened at the same time that the visitor was coming.
Zac kind of hoped that the visitor would feel the host's unwillingness to see someone at the door for a while, and leave consciously-because the visitors are James and Weiss, Zac is not suitable to see them for some reason now, It will be explained later, and it is related to the Magic Banquet.
So Zac answered the phone first.
"Zac?" It was a voice enough for Zac to completely wipe out the disappointment of being temporarily unable to see the model-the voice of Father Constantine.
"It's me." Zack replied with a smile. "I'm still thinking about how to find your contact information. I didn't expect you to be faster than me."
"Oh, Taylor's help." Remember Taylor, the one who took Kyle back to Patton, the one that organized the republican trip, the one in Patton had only one purpose-with the help of the magic feast, secretly help the religion in the west The Academy rebuilt the woman of the faith of the Lord.
"Taylor?" Zach naturally remembered, "How is she doing recently?" Not really concerned, just casually.
"Very good, assisting in the research between me and Seth." Constantine also smiled. "After all, when we go back to the west, we have no other resources. There is such a familiar face to help us get research in the military. , Hehe, material (soul. Now Constantine ’s research is to control the belief judgment of the bound earth). It is also very convenient. "
So it sounds like Taylor is still doing her job in Barton, with the military background, arranging the tasks arranged by the magic feast ~ Once Barton, now the West, people and things, nothing has changed ~
"How is your research?"
"It's smooth." Constantine's tone was very relaxed. "It's just a little trouble. It will take some time to exchange each experimental note."
Zac didn't understand, "Exchange?"
"Our notes and Eric's notes in prison."
Zac smiled, "I get it." It was the conclusion when the Republican was killed. Eric, who pleaded guilty, could not get rid of the law, and the Devil Banquet would not work. ? "
"Very good, although it is impossible to get him out, but the magic feast controls his sentence, and life arrangements can still be relied on. At least according to him, his prisonmates are very friendly." Constantine laughed -"Typical western racists, I heard that Eric was imprisoned for murdering the Republicans, and often asked him to discuss the physical structure of the Republicans and Indians."
Zac raised an eyebrow. "It sounds like you have plenty of experimental material."
"It's exactly that." Constantine smiled for a while. "Don't talk about me, how are you? How did you feel when you first came to the West?"
"Oh, a good try. But I won't use the phone here to share my true feelings at the home that Lesenbra prepared for me ~"
Constantine over the receiver laughed, "Hahaha! You know ~ I have the resources generously given by the Magic Banquet ~ I must ask ~"
Understand it. The four-century magic feast took Zac to his place. The brothers were commensurate, talking with the car happily, and even tolerating the childish silent game ...
Zac also smiled, facing the receiver, "The priest tried, don't disturb the priest's research with such boring things, he is very busy ~" This obviously slightly ridiculous words is obviously not to Constantine.
Sure enough, a voice of a third party appeared on this peer-to-peer phone call, "Yes. Toledo, if you are not prepared to reveal any true views of the Devil on the phone during your time here, I will not waste my time. Listened. "
Zac affirmed with a smile, "Don't waste your time. Well, I guess, you are a Revrow?" Clan who is good at tracking. We have never understood the capabilities of the Revero clan, but I guess everyone already understands that this is a capability that corresponds to Nofile. After all, we already knew when Zac answered Mrs. Quinn ’s secret alliance member choice. The selection of members of the secret alliance is to balance the contrast with the magic feast.
"I am. And I have seen it. At the meeting, I also asked you a question, whether or not Nofil has all the blood control of the abandoned tribe (Elie). You did not answer."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll answer you now, yes, all. Even the new generation of Noble, the last descendant, is training this skill." Zac didn't say anything at the Magic Banquet we skipped, but listen Very, very carefully.
"Huh! So my proposal is necessary! We must also promote blood control skills in a comprehensive way! It's not that now only some of the second-generation members of Lesenbra are learning!" Don't be surprised, this is the information we know in Barton!
Zac didn't speak while holding the receiver, Constantine had already hung up, otherwise Zac could still talk to Constantine to talk about daily life.
"I need your support!" Revro said again. "You also saw that Lesenbull directly rejected my proposal! He did not listen! But if you tell him, he must listen!"
perfect. Zac was already needed, and the first night here didn't pass.
"This is about to apologize. I haven't seen my friends who were once, now the wizard allies, and their future. Privately, I still hope that the Norfils have their own advantages, I do n’t Will support you, I hope you understand. "It's reasonable, right?
"Torido! You are now a member of the Demon Banquet! Find out your position!"
"I am, so I won't stop you, I will remain silent, just like in the meeting." Zach's mouth smiled.
"You ..." The other party held back, and then, "Huh, whatever you want. But I still want to remind you that your every move in this home is 'watched', including those who are standing at your door now The son of Reims and their gay-friends, and what you just said to your servant. "
Zac didn't know how to respond to this-it wasn't Zac who was surprised that he was being followed, uh, they were all more mature, and Zac was very clear about the situation he was facing at the magic banquet. Zac was only a little worried about the emotional quotient of these people at the Devil's Banquet.
‘You monitor me while maintaining superficial friendliness, I understand, do n’t say it, just jump out with a little stimulus and put out almost threatening words, as for it. ’
the above. So Zac decided not to speak, to see if this Revro himself could realize.
"Aren't you talking again." He didn't realize it, but it's a pity, "Huh, are you thinking about what you just said to your servant. Huh, you should be worried. Just now, I've sent someone to check on you The identity of the servant has originated, if he is really a human offspring of the Toledo Estate, hehe. "
Zac was very helpless, "You don't have to, 'hehe', he is really, and it doesn't make any sense." It is really helpless, "What are you going to do? Erase the bloodline of this old human slave of Torrido from me and change it. New here? Does this matter make any sense? "Torredo's slave was liberated by Torredo himself. Remember, the diary of the man-made man. If Dale is like Earl, an ugly man-made person (birth requires vampire blood, so it must be bound to the vampire race), Revelo has no trouble to do this, but Dale is just a human.
The receiver was quiet for a while, huh, to change the topic, "You also said that Vega's desert is the curse of Papa's midnight, hum, I have informed Lesenbra of this information, explain it to him yourself. ! "
A familiar feeling of having to forcibly lower his double quotient and communicate with some people is back. Yes, Zac used to live in the Secret Alliance.
I guess this is a problem that must be faced among members of an alliance group that aims to benefit rather than gather individual interests.
Zac had to accept that his ‘brother’ had such a helpless guy,
I ’ll explain, after I decided to forgive Lesenbla (Rout) for throwing away my food.

"Huh. It's up to you."
The hang-up sound that should have appeared finally appeared.
Zac put down the phone and looked at the door. The visitor lost patience and left. Very good, there is no trouble for the time being. Tonight, go to the third floor and remember the true brothers.