Vol 9 Chapter 10: Interracial and juvenile

Zac was invited to attend an event ... It is a gathering of funeral practitioners. In addition to the four previous ghouls in Vega City, there are representatives from several surrounding cities. The ghouls are the majority and are a very diverse ‘collective’.
The location is completely different from the southern suburbs of ‘suburbs’, where a certain location is hidden, um, nightclub—
After a long absence, Zac was surrounded by aliens.
Zac counts seriously, only 6 humans are here, and they all seem to be lost. The pure white sheep is lost at the carnivorous party of the demons and can't find a way to leave.
"Don't worry about those humans !!!" Or the four ghouls who talked a lot, "They can't hold on for long!" In fact, he didn't need to shout, no matter what environment he was in, Zack could hear him if. But this guy still shouted to convey the message, "Several humans will come every day !!! Challenge !!! And then it will not take long to have self-knowledge !!! Then leave !!!"
Zac must shout, because he is sure that he does not have to shout to carry on the conversation, the other party can not separate his voice from this noisy environment, "Challenge what !!!"
"Limit !!!" The ghoul pointed in a certain direction.
Zac looked in that direction, on a cylindrical stage where only one person could be accommodated, a ‘woman’ with an amazing curve was ... you know. Under the stage there was a lost sheep desperately throwing a dollar bill in his hand.
The movement of ‘women’ has changed. After all, the banknotes that keep flying to ‘her’ are urging ‘her’ to show more. The upper body deliberately leaning forward, guided by gravity, is even more amazing ... making the banknotes flying towards ‘her’ more intense. Wow la la.
Then, it stopped abruptly.
The last bill falling from the air is still spinning and in a big circle. 'She' on the stage has become 'He'.
"! ! !" The human who spilled a lot of money found his limit and turned and ran to the exit.
Zac raised his eyebrows and saw that a shape-shifter was performing undressing, and that human being was making a profit. After all, the performer is still on the stage and hasn't taken a deeper step, is it?
"I think that human being has a psychological shadow !!" Zac yelled in response.
"No! The man will probably be back again in a few days !!! Humans !! Very forgetful !!" The ghoul pulled Zac, "Here come! I want to see someone !!! "
Zac didn't bother to ask, and was pulled through the crowd—the 'people' here are obviously a collective term for convenience. Zac clearly saw some creatures writhing on the dance floor, and it wasn't his head that was shaking.
Slightly quieter, Zach was pulled into a semi-closed space similar to Yazuo, "This is my son, Ge ..."
"Call me brother."
The teenager, who seemed to be on the verge of adulthood, carried a video recorder in his hand, glanced at Zac, and adjusted the focus.
Zac's action was divided into two parts, hands, to block his camera, look away, and introduce the interrupted ghoul, "Do you have a son? A human son."
"Uh, this sentence will grow ..." was interrupted again--
"I was his commission." The brother interrupted and tried hard twice, getting rid of the lens controlled by Zac, and twitching his lips. "A social worker entrusted him with a one-year manicure coupon to adopt me. "
The ghoul's face was a bit helpless and nodded. "He only lived with me today. I don't know how to place him. I can only bring it."
Zac didn't understand, and reminded the other party, "You said you want me to see him?" That means why should I know the strange humans of your son just a day after.
"Oh." The ghoul scratched his head. "He's doing, uh, what's coming?" Look at the dog brother.
"Documentary." The younger brother looked at Zac. "I'm going to make a documentary on the study of alien ecology." The teenager's face was not joking.
The ghoul looked at Zac and blinked hard. "I know this is a relentless request, but can you help me ..." Blink wildly.
Zach understood, "You want me to use the charm pupils on your son."
"Correct!"
Zac is very direct, "No." Why help, who are you from Torrido? Zach twisted the lens a little harder and dropped it. After looking at the others here-the funeral operators, they are basically here. "Let's talk about the business." Someone has already given a seat.
The only way to keep the atmosphere weird is when someone wants to speak consciously. Fortunately, there are such conscious people in this diverse group.
"If our state also promotes the privatization of funerals, we must have political support." This is an out-of-city funeral owner, whose skin is 'good' to have no pores. He looked around, "We have no political support."
"You Massachusetts began to privatize?" Asked a guy with pores all over his face.
"I don't know." Zack replied, "All I get is a notice from the mayor. That's all."
I once questioned that Mayor Barton is only a human ghoul interface. "If our mayor wants to privatize funerals, we will find it." Suddenly, glance at Zac, "This notice. I No need to discuss anything here. "
Zac is not prepared to respond. If this group of people is going to compare their relationship with Anthony to their relationship with Lesenblah, heh, Zack does n’t want to waste energy explaining it.
It was the young boy who squatted on the ground, mourning for the broken lens for a minute, and disappeared into the crowd. Zac wants to remind a certain father ... forget it.
The discussion here continues, "But Mr. Toledo is here." Another guy from outside the city smiled at Zach flatteringly, "and also brought precious experience and information, maybe Lesenbullah is true Are considering privatization. "
"I think you are just confused by 'privatization'!" I don't introduce the speakers one by one, anyway, everyone understands, the dragons whose names do not appear, their significance in this story is only ... the footnotes of the story , "It belongs to our personal industry! Have you ever thought about whether the Devil Banquet is so generous to give us our own industry!"
The atmosphere froze for a moment. Zac raised his eyebrows and things became a little more interesting, but Zac still decided to keep quiet unless he was asked a question here.
"After all, it's just a funeral business ..." Someone tentatively opened his mouth and looked around for a week. "We all know why we got this job. There is basically no cheaper job than ours, even if it becomes Our private industry is only funeral. The funeral industry depreciated by all living things. "
"You're a fluke." The newcomer, "I gave it to us because the industry is cheap? When was the last time we received anything, when?"
Someone answered, "Never."
"Exactly." The guy who asked this question leaned on the sofa, as if he had already expressed his views and had no intention of participating in the rest of the discussion.
"Have you ever thought about a possibility." The Vega who wanted to copy the Grand Ghouls, "Privatization will take place, but the owner is not us." Zac glanced away.
Great, all eyes are on Zac's side. Zac is going to say something.
"I?"
"Yeah." The ghoul nodded. "Sir has experience, ability, and status." This status refers to the status in the magic banquet, because there is a supplement later, "It just happens to be your Zachary. The status of Grande is excessive. When Zacary Grande ’s life should disappear, your Toledo clan members must also have some in the west. Well, reserve, you can simply take over and say There is a privatized funeral industry. "
The ghoul glanced at the guy who was already leaning on the back of the sofa, "Then I disagree with your view that the funeral industry is cheap, as far as the information I obtained about the eastern funeral industry, especially Grand-Grand The social status of the funeral home is very high in Barton. "Looking back at Zac's side, I asked for affirmation." The superiors of the city of Barton, the Westerners, yeah, value Patton's only traditional funeral organizer. "
Someone echoed, "I also care a little bit about this information. Retaining the uniqueness of burials seems to be one of the ways to reflect status in human society, and because of the relationship between Grande and Grande and other funeral industries. High-end funeral agreement. In a sense, it is to enhance the status of the funeral industry in social culture. "
"I agree." It seems that most of the people who are in harmony are thinking seriously about this matter related to their jobs. "If privatization of cremation is for the practicality of the development of the whole society." Explain, "Keeping part of the burial as a private enterprise-style service can promote the fineness of the industry. For example, I heard that Grande rebuilt the funeral of the Indians ..."
Everyone looked unnaturally and exchanged their eyes. The speaker's face was embarrassingly embarrassing. "Well, I already said that."
That's it.
"So, the status of the funeral industry is rising, anyway, there will be nothing for us. Then, we are here, in fact, just for ..." A glance at Zac, the tone is quite respectful, "Torredo's transition."
Zac twitched his lips, the kind of smile-like "thank you, Lesenbra ~" Oh, what else do you think ~
It's a pity that someone who guessed the result, but failed to witness here. Yes, it's Dale Walker.
"Well, then I guess, we need to do our final job." Someone has found his own direction. "Let us deal with all the things we can do, and then ..." He needn't finish, all People, including the guy who didn't want to talk just now, forcibly sorted out their emotions, it was an attitude to work hard.
Just give this group of people a little comfort, "You will not lose your work." Zach, "I cannot make so many descendants to take over your career overnight."
There is the kind of guy who climbs up with the stick-"I promise I will work very hard and hard under your hands!"
There is no need for Zack to comment on this dogleg.
The younger brother is back.
Carrying a new video recorder, squeezed out from the crowd, and I do n’t know how much I heard here. The camera is facing everyone here, recording a narration for his documentary, "A bunch of people are at the bottom of this society. Creatures behind.
The normal nightclubs behind them,
pretend to be businessmen here, sweep them from this gang ...
The camera quickly swept the dance floor behind them,
creatures that can only place wave-shaped creatures here, literally wave-shaped skeletons , Distinguished in the middle. People can not help worrying. "
The camera stopped on Zach and jumped out of the narration. "It broke me and there is another." Then he opened the camera and continued his documentary work. "Now the guys sitting here are those living in human civilization. The last industry is the creatures in the funeral industry. Among them are ghouls who rely on corpses to maintain their human form. The ugly reminds me of the man-made man who lived like a yesterday. The slime-like slime monster ... "This enumeration was a little long until he returned to Zac again.
Zac pointed out that instead of blocking the shooting this time, he watched with interest how the young man who had to claim to be a "dog brother" would introduce himself.
"And this ..." The brother paused for a moment, looked up from the shooting, and looked at Zac, "What are you?"
The little brother didn't even know that Zac was a vampire. Oh, how could he know--
"What do you see in your camera?" Zack asked back with a smile.
"You." The younger brother frowned. "You look like a human being." He pouted, "Are you a shapeshifter."
"No, I'm a vampire."
The younger brother froze for a moment, then sighed and restarted the shooting, and the narration continued, "And a vampire, a vampire who can already hide his true posture in this world. Sigh." You heard that right, this teenager Let's change the tone into a sentence and add it to my narration. "As a human being, a human being who has not yet started his own life, I feel worried."
"What are you worried about?" Zack asked.
The younger brother ’s head was raised slightly, and he glanced at Zach. "One hundred years ago, the interracials dared not show up. They are 'underground creatures, except for vampires." The younger brother rolled his eyes, "but I guess this is The rewards they deserve in the wasteland western region are nothing to say. But look at it now.
The camera began to rotate at full angle and then returned to Zac. They live by our side. Huh, there are also special human beings to watch. One hundred years ago, what happened to them has changed so much, I do n’t know, but what I know is that here, there are a bunch of other Aliens who continue to climb up in human civilization. I want to record it. If someone in the future wants to reflect on this unchangeable fault, my documentary is their only thought. "
Yep. It ’s not just us. Zac does n’t know what expression to put on this brother.
But what to say is, "Are you a high school student? Didn't you learn history?" Zach gave a smiley face, "Slavery was abolished a hundred years ago."
"Oh. It shouldn't be abolished. Just like future generations, when I see my documentary, I think I shouldn't let you guys get together."
This is a magical teenager.