: Nick

The medical experiment is only a sideline of Zmithi, so Zac ’s location to see Roy is where Zmithi ’s main business is-a tall building on the southern outskirts of the city. Zac had been here the day before yesterday, the funeral home where the geographical location occupied the land resources.
Let's guess what Zmithi is doing right now.
When the three Zac were taken to the highest level by the reception, they were constantly looked at by non-friendly eyes wearing military uniforms.
"Don't care, they are just instinctive vigilance. The military people are always more sensitive to raw faces." The reception woman explained, "Even if they all know that there may be spies that can infiltrate this building."
Zac doesn't care. Nick doesn't care either. The only thing I care about is that Dale, who does n’t become James, said, "These military people, do you know they are sucking ..." Mouth softened, but still said, "Buy weapons in vampire hands?"
Have you guessed it? Zmiche's business. arms.
"Of course they know." The reception lady smiled, "It's only because you know that there will be such a solid cooperative relationship, so you can rest assured ~"
"Relax? Do not worry? Vampires don't have to use weapons designed to kill humans from design to manufacture, but are they sold to the military for legitimate reasons?"
The receptionist froze for a moment, then smiled, "Oh, this is the second time I heard this kind of" speech "today ~ please."
Zac raised an eyebrow. "The second time?"
"Sorry, it's my mouth. Please wait here. Wait a moment. Mr. Zmich is meeting." The receptionist gestured as he passed a closed meeting room. He kept walking and continued to lead the way. The three men went to Zmihi's office.
Zac followed two steps, and then turned around flexibly, sticking to the door of the closed conference room, unlocked. The door pushed open, "Hi, James ~" Zac closed the door and took two small steps to keep up with the helpless reception lady, "Sorry, I can't restrain myself."
The reception did not express an opinion and led the way.
Dale, "James is inside?"
"Huh." Zack shrugged, with a smile on his face. It should be easy for everyone to guess who the first word came from the receptionist.
Dell realized, with a look of irritability, "I said I wouldn't be him, this should be something anyone with a sound mind and body can think of! Vampires sell humans weapons to kill humans? This is like ... Broken joke! "
The receptionist glanced back at Dell. "I don't think this is a joke. And I think I'm physically and mentally sound."
Zac and Nick glanced at each other, ready to watch the show. Anyway, it seems that there is still some distance to reach Zmysh's office.
"Are you serious? Don't you think it's ironic? Vampires, vampires! Vampires sucking blood, selling weapons to humans!"
"Oh, I get it." A face that had seen Dell through the reception, "You treat yourself as a vampire's food. That's why I think so."
"Me, what am I ?!"
"Don't understand, only one pig will find it ridiculous for the farmer to kill the pig with another pig."
What's unexpected is that it takes a bit of brain turning to understand the words.
"I like this lady." Zach said to Nick.
Dell's brain is still turning. So the reception lady turned back and gave Zac a smile, "I believe Mr. Toledo has a general impression of the atmosphere in the west?"
"Yes, I already have." Zac responded with a smile and nodded.
"How? Do you still like it?"
"Now? For the time being at a stage that is not annoying." Zack answered honestly.
"That's enough." The reception lady nodded with a smile, stopped, opened the door for the guests, and made a gesture of entering. "Here, please ask for anything." Then, to Zac alone, " It ’s an honor to see the real Toledo. "
"It's my honor." Zac's etiquette, needless to say.
It wasn't until the three men found a place to stand or sit down that Dell on the sofa suddenly realized, "Do I have? Treat yourself as a pig? Do I have? Put yourself in a place where you vampires are Thinking questions? "
Zac is more willing to pay attention to view the scenery outside the window of Roy Zmithi's office, beautiful. The only flaw is that there is an abrupt depression in the tall buildings clustered in the south-the cemetery of a funeral home.
So the answer is that Dell is Nick, "You have. And spare no effort to show the inferiority of his race ~" But Nick seems to be very familiar with the scenery here, as well as all the things here, skilled to open a painting on the wall, thunderbolt After a while, he opened the safe full of wine bottles and shook at Zac. "Do you want something?"
Zac's answer is not important at this time.
The important thing is that Dell stared at Nick. "The first time I met, I was treated as a food guy, and I was not qualified to judge me!"
"Isn't it?" Nick is pouring Zac and himself. "What if I just treat you like food? Can't you?"
"I treat you as food ??" Dell's brain was knotting.
"Hehe." Nick handed Zac the full glass of wine. "He still didn't understand ~" This kind of behavior in front of a third person is quite bad. "Even if you let him sort out the blood Transaction Record."
"I'm also a bit disappointed." It wasn't the first time Zack had expressed disappointment with Dell, was it not bad this time, "He was quite calm when he was in Grande."
"Just didn't touch his bottom line ~" Nick gave Dell a contemptuous glance, "Now is his true face ~"
For reasons unknown to others, the word ‘True Face’ clearly represents an absolutely objective word and is always used in a derogatory context. It has no effect other than irritating others.
Dell is the one angry at this moment. It's impossible for Zack to watch Dell commit suicide, so, "Dell, what do you think when Nick thinks you are food?" It's a question that doesn't need to be answered-no one would be willing to admit that he was afraid. Zach continued, "Then the two of us in the nightclub that night, they were really my food, what do you think they are thinking?"
Feminine and tough guys, these two guys are probably thinking about today's guests.
Dell froze for a moment.
"Vampires use human blood, and humans also use blood of vampires. The things exchanged are all money, anything anyone or non-human wants to have. No one is unilateral food for anyone." This is one of them. Zac also has one point, "It goes without saying that the social structure of human beings has been feeding vampires." Vampires of any period-once nobles who had a strong occupation of privileged classes, such as Torrido as we know it. Now the magic feast. It's all the same, "And Zmihi is supplying humans with weapons to maintain social structure." Zmihi's main business. Let ’s think about it. Is this the truth? If the Federation ’s military is strong, the Federation ’s status will be high, and the status of the Demon Banquet will follow. It will gain more class rights that vampires need worldwide. No one is a farmer. This is not a ridiculous thing, this is ... "Zac raised his eyebrows and thought about the wording," Yes, justice. Got it. "
Dale didn't understand it. After a while, there was no result. The result was Roy Zmithi who clapped in and James who was about to hand out black water with a gloomy face.
"Lesembra will be happy if he hears you have such a high opinion of the social atmosphere in the West."
Zac must take a sip to shake the overfilled glass in his hand. "He can't hear it." Zac is very simple. "I haven't received my apology. I won't say a word in front of him ~"
Roy twitched his corner of his mouth, and looked at Nick again. The corner of his mouth twitched again. The good mood when he first entered was probably gone. "Revelo has informed me why you came."
Look at Zac's surprised expression, "Ah? Revro? How does he know why I came?" Is there any desire to fight.
"Don't pretend." Roy sat in his position, motioning Zac and Nick to sit, regardless of James, who had walked to Dale, "You know you are being watched."
Zac smiled and raised the glass, sipped again, and didn't respond.
"Do you want me to terminate the medical experiment." Roy opened the topic himself, "Yes, but I have a condition. My experiment will continue, in Barton."
"Explain." Zac made a gesture of invitation.
"Rimmel." Roy seemed unprepared to go round with Zac. "In four centuries, the Secret Alliance has dominated the most clever tribe of the thirteen clans. Now even you have joined the magic feast, I I do n’t think Rimmer has a reason to refuse the recruitment of the Magic Banquet. "
For a moment, Zach felt that it was the three descendants of Zmithi in Barton, who died dead, exchanged blood, and Roy didn't know anything about Barton's situation before saying such stupid words. But immediately, "I remember when dealing with Eli, Rimmer and Demon Banquet made a deal." Zac kept a smile, "You ..." changed his mouth, "We Feast, what request did Remer promise?"
Roy frowned, but immediately unfolded, "Magic Banquet doesn't touch Smith and helps promote 0711."
"That deal is a deal, we don't touch Smith." Zack summed it up.
"Smith is not equal to Rimmer."
"Sorry, it's equal." Zac gave a look of "I know better than you" and then waved his hand with a smile, "With a member who once dominated Rymer, I thought our magic feast would never recruit Rymer. This kind of clan will only consume resources. "This is true, Zac said so before.
"That's because the secret alliance didn't give Rimmer a goal." Roy also waved his hand. "I'm different. I will give Rimmer the goal of research. I won't let them waste the alliance resources."
Although Zam ’s entry was a surprise from Zimmer, Zac was satisfied with the direction of the conversation at this time, because he did n’t guide it deliberately, and the subject had entered what he wanted to say in front of Nick deliberately—
Goal? Are you talking about your medical experiment. Nick told me that it was actually a study of Zmithi ’s healing power, right?
Roy just glanced at Nick and said nothing, Zach continued,
Then you will be disappointed. If the study of Zmirch is a goal you can give to Rimmer, Rimmer is now doing it. "
You can clearly feel the changes of the two vampires. Nick was surprised and looked at Zac. Roy, panicked, "What are you studying?"
"Research Craig."
Everyone must remember one thing-the reason why Roy Zmihi asked for Craig was that Craig was the messenger of the Zmihi clan and the only person who controlled the sleeping position of the Zmihi clan. And this matter is a secret that only Zac, Rut Lesenbulla, and Roy Zmithi himself know!
"Why study Craig?" Nick may not have noticed Roy's disguised panic and asked Zac, "How did he turn humans into bombs and attack you?" This was not Nick's own words, a magic feast Did you discuss the matter at the meeting?
"Yes." Zac nodded, adding by the way, "Northland Zmitri made Banlin, and the soul blew up was the way that Banlin attacked the vampire." Lest Nick sip a mysterious Zmithi, "But this is just Rimmel is now studying one of Craig ’s directions. On the other hand, Rimmel is also studying the healing power of Zmithi ’s body. "
Nick was a little puzzled. "What's the best research here? The strongest, the research is over." Ley looked at Roy. "Four centuries ago, what was chosen by the Lord Lord, there is nothing more to say."
"Craig contained a Toledo's eyes in his body." Zach finished the statement at a normal speed, and then waited for the response of his "brothers".
"what?!!"
"who?"
The former is Roy and the latter is Nick.
Zac replied the latter, "Toledo's ancestor." Looking at Nick, "You know that Craig disappeared after buying the body of Toledo's messenger, then, should not be surprised, he also saw Toledo's ancestors. "
Roy has bowed his head, covering all his emotions and thinking about something. No effort, Nick continued to ask questions-
"Torido's ancestor, your father, is dead. The news is conclusive, and there can be no mistake. You, Zac, you are the only Torrido whose whereabouts are unknown."
"It's dead, and he died shortly after being awakened." Zack smiled. "But before he died, he gave Craig one of his eyes." Zach smiled. Yi's eyes caressed Roy, who bowed his head, "That's why, when Craig returned to the magic feast, he suddenly changed, thinking that Toledo was right, and asked to wake up the Zmihi's clan. Participation will affect The event of the fate of the clan. "
"Wait a moment ~" Nick shook his thin arms, raised his glass, and emptied. "Slow down, I didn't keep up. You said that when Craig came back, he wanted to wake up the Zmish ancestor?" Sitting at the table, "Will it affect the fate of the clan? The fate of Zmich? Is this the case ?? Hey! Roy Zmithi, ask you! Don't pretend to sleep!"
Roy raised his head and stared at Zac, the kind with no good intentions, "Knowing you can say, but don't open your mouth is a lie. Craig never made such a request, he just thought he could make a contribution, When I go to the central part to perform the mission again ... "
If Roy looked at Zac with a begging look, Zac might have hypocrisy and spare him. But this kind of threatening look without good intentions, huh, huh.
"There are no messengers in Zmithi now." Zac looked at Roy with a smile, and said to Nick, "It was not Craig's original intention, but it also changed Zmithi's fate forever." Before Zmithi ’s skin began to swell, Zack looked at Nick,
Yes, Zmithi at the Demon Banquet has no messengers or information about his ancestors in this century, so they can only keep tight Leaning on Lesenbra. "
It was as if the meteor shower had hit the ground, and after the instantaneous violent sound and light and shadow stopped, Zac was holding Nick on his shoulders.
Nick's eyes met Zac for a while. Then Nick bowed his head, taking the place where he stood as a boundary, shattered desks and shrapnel and mechanical fragments that shattered everything including Roy in the shot and rebound scattered behind him.
Nick turned around and looked at a chunk of meat that was crawling on the ground among countless pieces, "Aw. Pain, Roy, really, really, really, really hurt."
Zach, then turned to look at the two humans on the sofa—
James pressed Dyer down under the sofa.
"Don't worry ~ Nick is the most defended vampire among the Thirteen Clan ~ Of course, he is awake."