Vol 13 Chapter 2: Clan name and surname

It was two-thirds today, and it was near dusk. Zach put down the phone and shook his head without knowing what he was thinking. He left the office and went directly to the basement.
Frank is choosing the blood that will be used to entertain the Zmish ancestor. Believe me, this is a job that makes him embarrassed—Frank ca n’t try it ... uh, it ’s not. It ’s the result of his try that every blood that Grandry reserves is rubbish!
Both Frank and Zach felt that it was too impolite to directly receive the Zmish ancestors with the blood of domestic animals without the excess blood analysis ability of Lesenbull.
"It's Craig, they'll be there in about 20 minutes." Zac glanced at the blood bottle in Frank's hand and frowned. "Are you sure? Entertain him with Mokawi's chicken tail blood?"
Frank ripped the corner of his mouth, put down the bottle in his hand, and picked up another one, "This?"
Frank's hand is the blood that Cyrus took on the third day of leave. This is a kind of human blood ... Hey, let's be clear, this is the blood of a woman after menopause. The characteristic is that this is absolutely no human blood of future generations. Like the blood of terminally ill patients, there are markets in some vampire groups. Don't judge, we are human beings, we don't care what other creatures like to eat.
Zac's wrinkled face, "I don't have much intersection with Zmish's ancestors, is he good?"
"No, I just think it's more contextual." Frank didn't seem very sure. "Obviously I would talk to him about future generations, my Rosenbull, his Zmich." Frank raised his hand. Blood bottle, "This is easy to open the topic."
Zac didn't pick it quickly, "Then this."
"Okay." Frank chose. "20 minutes?" He and Zac went upstairs with the blood bottle.
Zac nodded, which also happened to be Grand's dinner time. In fact, it is not a perfect time, James and Alice will also be on the table.
"Oh, by the way, does he have a legal status to be able to move freely in Button?"
"Yes." Zach was reminded. "His current identity is Bob ..."
Having finished speaking, Frank frowned, "Bob? He doesn't have Bob at all."
Zac pouted, "Are you Frank?"
"It makes sense." Frank waved his hand and glanced at Zach. "I guess this is the reality that we have slept for four centuries and have to accept it." Shaking his head slightly, he meant something. The names ca n’t be kept. Huh, you can only use 'Frank' and 'Bob' in grievance. "
Zac kept quiet. Because Zac was also Zac four centuries ago. The surname will change with the identity of the human being, but the first name has always been Zac. Oh, Zachary.
"Last name?" Frank asked.
"Winston." Zack answered.
Frank seemed to instinctively frown, glanced at Zac, and sighed, a difficult expression.
"What's the matter?" Zac asked, behaving with Frank.
Already on the ground, on the back porch, to the west of the evening sun, "Do you know how I realized that my son, Rout, is only going to use me as a tool?"
"How did you realize it?" Zac cooperated again.
"'Gilberg'." Frank said his identity's last name, "not 'Lessenbra'." Frank was looking at the sun, "this is what I confirm-I am not a feast in a society made in the west , A member of the Le Sempra family in the absolute ruling class, and the reason for being awakened. "
Zac's mouth opened slightly and then closed.
I do n’t know how everyone understands this guy Frank. He said a lot and was also doing things that would upset his son. His character, loyalty, and even his way of life are questionable. If he does not pursue those mental journeys, he seems to wake up and only want to seize the fruits of his son's labor and rule the world's bad ... not to be evil.
But this evil, we know now, it was not Frank who started. It was started by Rute! Ruth, as the Son of Man, spent four centuries building a society respected by ‘Lesenbra’. After awakening his father, he actually gave his father a ‘Gilberg’? What the hell!
"Winston." Frank changed his mood, with a smile on his face. "Not bad." I'm talking now, not Frank, but the surname of the new identity of the Zmiche's ancestor. Father's expectations ~ "Frank looked at Zac and smiled." Hehe, start again. "
Zac also smiled, in response.
The son's expectation of his father, this is something Zac will never find back. Zac can only feel a little bit of what Craig has done to Winston today and Rute to Frank now in front of him.
Slightly sentimental ...
"We should also rename our surname, Toledo Assamette, to write, too long."
Zac ’s emotions were completely interrupted, and he turned his head silently, looking at Murphy who had been sitting on the back porch for a day.
"Why not." Murphy didn't have a questioning tone, but we understand that this is how she seeks knowledge.
Frank raised his hand to block Zac's opening. "I'm here ~" He smiled. "I learned a lot of information during this time ~" Looking at Murphy, "The combined surnames of human marriage are given to humans by human laws. Rights. Humans have created society, society has created laws, and laws grant human rights. Humans have created their own rights. And we vampires ~ "Frank shared his hand." We were made by the Holy Lord, and the Holy Lord made our surname and Empower, we? Did nothing. "
Murphy was quiet for a while and nodded, "I understand, vampires have no right to change their surnames, because what we are, what our surnames are, has nothing to do with us, so we have no right to change. What we have is only the Holy Lord gives us Yes, our rights are just to have. "
"That's right ~" Frank gave Zacbi several lip shapes, ‘ashamed’.
Zac just shrugged and did not want to comment.
"Then we can accept that our surname is Torrido. As long as we know that we are Assamette." Murphy looked at Zac. "The vampire's surname doesn't mean much to society, Assamat. Like the middle name of human beings, it can only make sense when it is born, and it does n’t matter whether it appears before people or not. "
Zac must speak, "I have not fully agreed to merge with Assamette."
It ’s Zac ’s misuse.
"Then you agree with a few percent." The question.
Zac glanced helplessly at Frank who was already laughing. "Seven percent." Of these seventy percent, forty percent are Assamite's secret population, and forty percent are the human clan of the Assamite clan. Everyone's arithmetic is correct. Zac was completely deducted because Zac couldn't touch the Assamite ancestor-the Assamite clan did indeed deceive everyone, soberly experienced the history of the country, not What.
"Enough." Murphy stood up, and the corners of her mouth were moving upwards with difficulty ... a smile, "I have an appointment. After I come back later, I will make up for the process of receiving Zmish's ancestors. We are in The clan in the middle may want to get this letter ... "
Zac doesn't care what the Assamite clan in the middle wants to know. Zac cares about "dating? With whom."
Murphy's hard-to-maintain smile collapsed a little bit, "can't tell you."
"No?" Zac frowned. Hey, Connaught ... I wo n’t repeat what happened a few days ago. Everyone knows, "Do n’t try to lie." The crisis of trust is not a good thing. Zach may reduce the degree of consent by a few percent.
Murphy simply said, "I don't lie." He turned and walked away.
Zac is ready to chase, and Frankla lives, "She said 'dating', are you sure you are suitable to stop?"
Not suitable, not suitable in every sense.
Zac frowned, looking at the time, "Fifteen minutes." Sitting on the back porch. wait.
Boring waiting, let's skip it directly.
At Grande's table, both the host and guest sat down.
Humans have begun to process their own food, which is different from James's head-feeding. The two girls are chatting about gossip and ecstasy, not paying attention to the vampires at the table.
Louise, looking at Craig, more specifically, Craig's forehead. There is Zac ’s father ’s eyes hidden, remember?
To save the first-time see-through, the real topic has already begun. There is one thing that needs to be explained. Zac, the ancestor of the Toledo, has the name of Frank Zac, so everyone uses the name as a name.
The real topic began when Bob Winston drank Frank's selected food and showed satisfaction. As Frank intended, "Can you taste something special?"
"No hey ~" Bob apologized, "I'm probably the thirst among the thirteen clan ~ Hehe, after all, there are too many things in my body ~"
"It is the blood of a woman who has lost the ability to bear offspring." Frank is certainly happy to introduce.
"Oh." Bob glanced at his cup. "What a pity."
"Do you like future generations?"
"Of course ~" Bob looked at Craig. "I heard that my descendants are really fighting and killing each other for some inexplicable things ~" He smiled and squinted. "Can't sleep ~"
"Hehehe." Frank smiled and clapped his hands. "You are still so humorous ~"
Bob reached out and rubbed Craig's head. This is soothing.
Don't understand?
His offspring are killing each other and can't sleep? Let ’s not mention the concept of a vampire ’s sleep. Oh, everyone is serious. Why did the ancestors go to sleep four centuries ago? It is because they feel that their descendants will kill each other after the split. Who they go to is to save the ancestry of the ancestors themselves! ! This sleep, except for the neuropathy Mokawi who woke up halfway and the ruthless Assamite who has been making small conspiracies, everyone has slept like this for four centuries!
Do you say this is humor!
Zac is actually a bit afraid that the topic has drifted to some strange places. After all, there are girls on this table, and James, who still looks dumb to deal with food, who knows whether James will die at some point. .
Zac is slightly more serious, "Civil War of Demon Banquet ..."
Zac didn't finish, Frank patted Zac's shoulder, and said to Bob, "Do you want to see? The future descendants of Toledo photographed the process." Frank even now honored the dog. The brother's promise, "My son, Rute, wants to destroy the evidence that you don't want to see. Do you want to see it?" Frank still gave Louise a glance.
Louise withdrew from her focus on Craig ’s head,
It ’s on the second floor. Almost fifty hours of video recording of the battle between the two generations of Zmithi and the impact of the battle on humans . "
"Videotape?" Bob looked at Craig suspiciously.
"Human inventions can record pictures. Let people who are not on the spot see the products of the incident." Craig also looked at Louise with some curiosity, "I really took pictures of my brothers fighting. Picture? "
"Of course not." Louise's answer was direct. "All battle pictures are supernatural, no one appears, but you can see the damage caused by the battle."
"Oh." Craig responded, looking back at his father, Bob. "You should see, at least to make you understand what kind of weapons are being used in the battle of Demon Fitzmich."
Bob is still puzzled. "Four centuries, Mother Nature ..." "Mother Nature"? ? Forget it, don't judge, "Did you create any interesting creatures?"
Remember what we saw before, what was the weapon that Zmihi attacked Zac in the north, including Zmihi, who was sent to Barton by the Feast, and later Lu, the weapons they used were the organs of other creatures. Then I recall what Roy Zmiche used to attack Zac during the feast.
Craig hoped that Bob would realize that the present-day Demon Fitzmich used "No, something made by humans. Guns, explosives, chemicals ... fancy, but not practical." Craig Actually evaluating modern weapons in this way, from the point of view of damage to aliens, it is true.
Bob's mouth curled up, "Then I guess I have to take a look ~"
Zac was quite surprised by this process, so this is where the conversation goes. ?
Uh, of course, Zac will not complain. The Inyan girl who can avoid gossip and Detective Patton, who is too quiet to be disturbing, are very good.
Frank is already familiar with Grande, and he and Bob are obviously more intersected, so Frank led the way, Louise followed quickly. Zac, who keeps welcoming to electronic products but is slow in talent, hangs at the end.
Zac hadn't walked out of the table yet, grabbing Zac's clothes with one hand.
Zac looked back. Maya and Alice looked at Zac. The two of them were still gossip in their mouths. Their tone and speed didn't slow down.
Zac frowned and gave an expression of trouble.
The gossip of Maya and Alice continues, but Maya's fork, marking on the plate-death.
Someone's death was seen by two girls.
'who? "Zack asked with a lip.
"Aren't you coming?" Frank urged.
Gee. Who can it be? Only two new faces appeared in Grandry.
Maya's fork was moving fast, hum, what a good food, and it was messed up.
'your dad'.
This……