The Record Of Barton's Fantastical Events-Chapter 152 - Same Plane

Translator: Doggotranslation

On the way home, Zach picked up Louise, who had just finished work in the cemetery in the west of the Grande Funeral Home. Briefly talking about the Barton Prison, Louise reminded Zack with a smile, “Madison will not be happy. The cost of cremation in our mill is much higher than that of Allen’s Funeral Home. If the price is lowered again, we will be losing money.”

“Why is our cost high?” Zach held the steering wheel and asked puzzledly.

Louise blinked. She didn’t want to make a random assertion. Instead, she looked at Zach in a compliant manner, “Madison has been asking you to help in the past two weeks. Every time I asked you whether to go to the mill, you delayed it.”

Zach vaguely remembered that Matthew had mentioned that the things purchased by the mill were much more expensive than the Allen Funeral Home, but Zach had never cared about it.

“It doesn’t matter, just let him maintain break even.” Zach waved his hand and left the matter behind.

The truck turned from the barn to the backyard of the Grande House. Benjamin was not there, so Zach carried a jar of blood back to the Grande house. In summer, the intensity of the sun was proportional to the vampire’s appetite. It just so happened that the Grande family had just added a batch of sheep originally for Ian Anthony. Now that he had left with Papa Midnight; Zach had no scruples about drinking it.

In the Grande House, Old Hank was there as usual. After wiping the coffin in the Display area, he went to make some things on the woodworking table behind Benjamin’s warehouse. The Tulpa Daniel floated on the side. His body was like the display of Old Hank thought.

Seeing that colorful light circulated in Daniel’s transparent body, one would sigh that a strange old man with a straight face had so many colorful thoughts.

The Great Dane Jim couldn’t be found anywhere, and the Earthbound Spirit Ryan was still ‘buried’ underground, so the Grande family seemed very peaceful.

Zach carried the blood jar, glanced at James’ car parked in front of the hammock, and shrugged.

“Where have you been? !” James finally heard the sound of the door being pushed open, and turned to look at Zach complainingly, “do you know how long I have been waiting for you!”

“Prison.” Zach smiled and looked at the human detective, putting the jar full of blood on the table, and took out a few empty bottles.

James frowned and looked at Zach’s movements. He had already guessed what it was. He just wanted to stop the vampire from doing it in front of him, but then he heard Zach’s answer.

“Prison? !” With his arms on the armrest, James stared at Zach, “You already know? Did you go to see Ted? !”

Zach unscrewed the valve under the blood jar, and the red liquid poured into a wine bottle that Zach was holding. The vampire raised his eyebrows, “Who?”

James’ face immediately darkened, “Hunter, Revenge’s partner.”

“Oh.” Zach responded. It turned out that the guy who would be executed in front of reporters in three months was called “Ted”. Of course, the vampire wouldn’t remember his name, he couldn’t even remember which one was him amongst the group of hunters that attacked the Grande family.

Zach shook his head, “No, it’s the business of Grande Funeral Home.”

The vampire’s hand held the wine bottle very steadily, and the liquid in the bottle gradually rose. When lifting the neck of the bottle, the vampire closed the valve, took a wooden stopper, and pressed it into the mouth of the bottle. In the gap between picking up another empty bottle, the vampire glanced at James, “I already know?”

James frowned, which was completely opposite to the dialogue process he had prepared! Even if it was just once, James wanted to be one who was leading the conversation when talking to the vampire, but now he sold himself out from the beginning.

James stared at Zach, who was only showing his head under the cover of the blood jar, and tried not to listen to the slow liquid flowing sound. “A hunter appeared in Barton.” The detective still wanted to keep a little bit of advantage for himself, so he temporarily removed the word ‘traditional’ said by Crowlie.

Zach glanced at James again, closing the valve smoothly, pressing the stopper, and bringing another empty bottle. “Are you talking about the one who killed the demon?”

“How do you know? !” James glared.

This was supposed to be something only he knew. 𝘧𝔯e𝗲𝙬ℯ𝙗𝓷o𝘷e𝗹.𝐜𝑜𝒎

“Anthony told me.” Zach curled his lips. “Do you think that’s a hunter?”

James seemed to be frustrated, staring at Zach without speaking.

“Relax, James.” Zach waved his empty hand, helplessly, “This is a sincere question. I’m asking your opinion, not trying to guide you.”

James silently watched Zach fill another bottle. This time, it was not a bottle, but a glass. The remaining red liquid was poured into the glass. Zach didn’t seem to care about James’ mood, putting the empty blood jar aside, and taking a deep sniff of the wine glass in his hand with a face of satisfaction.

“How did Anthony know.” James tried his best to maintain a calm state of mind.

Zach tapped his fingers on the wine glass, “Crowlie went to Anthony yesterday. Before leaving, Crowlie found out that her subordinate was killed, so she told him. ” Zach smiled and looked at James, “Interestingly, the first reaction of Anthony and I was that we thought you did it. We thought you destroyed the container and made the demon go back to hell. ”

The tacit understanding between Zach and Anthony could convey a lot of information in words, even with a chuckle.

James’ face turned dark again.

Zach frowned and looked at this human being, “Why do you always think I am taunting you.” Zach shook his head and sighed, “You should give yourself a little confidence, this means we trust you, but the reality is not like this, we were all a little surprised.”

As soon as James opened his mouth, Zach noticed his constricted pupils and knew something was wrong. He reached out his finger to stop what James was about to say. Zach didn’t want to dwell on this issue for too much time, and was ready to express his position directly to James. Whether he understood it or not, it was his own business.

“James Rance.” Zach put down the wine glass and looked at James who was full of resentment after being interrupted, “I said last time, I want you to see the whole world. Now that you have seen it, what I expect from you is that we can stand on the same plane and think from the same perspective.?What I don’t want to see is that you persist in thinking about those boring matters.”

James opened his mouth and looked at Zach as he took back the glass and said impatiently.

The vampire frowned, “Then do you think that is a hunter? How do you know that the demon is dead? Did you see something? Start talking, James, don’t just keep looking at me.”

The vampire was not in a good mood now, it was Father Constantine’s words that affected him. Zach would not let him vent his emotions on Louise, but James would not be treated the same way.

James didn’t withdraw his gaze obediently, but stared at the vampire more intently, until Zach sighed again and looked away while sipping the liquid in the glass.

“I saw it.” James’ mood has completely calmed down. During his observation, he did not find that the vampire was acting. “Crowlie told me he was a hunter. A ‘true traditional hunter’.”

Now that James began to talk normally, Zach’s gaze returned to James again. He first made a regretful gesture as if he felt sorry for James, “Oh, she looked into your soul?”

James frowned and nodded. Thinking of the chaotic feeling he had at that time, his stomach churned. His head also seemed like it was about to explode, and all the things that had been buried deep in his memory were dug out. This gave James a weird feeling that he become a bystander in his life.

“You need to rest more.” Zach curled his lips and gave a suggestion that didn’t make much sense, and then continued to ask, “You have met with hunters before, Revenge and his partner, what is his name again? Anyway, by comparison, do you think it is a hunter? ”

“Ted!” James couldn’t hold it back.

The vampire waved his hand, “It doesn’t matter.”

James took a deep breath to calm his emotion, “All I saw was a man who dressed as a pastor.”

Zach had a hint of interest, showing a thoughtful look, “pastor?”

“What’s wrong?” James frowned, he could feel that the vampire’s emotions had been stirred just now.

Because if the pastor and the priest did not wear the robe representing the rank of clergy, they all looked the same. Ordinary people normally would use their behaviors to distinguish them. For example, pastors would move around like missionaries, while priests spend most of their time in their churches.

So if people saw someone outside wearing a black shirt with a cross on the round neck, people would subconsciously think that it was a pastor.

Obviously, Zach thought of Father Constantine who suddenly said something inexplicable today, and who had always felt tired recently.

Zach put his question aside first, and said to James in a declarative tone, “That’s not a hunter. Now the hunter is a general and ironic name.” Zach was not going to explain it in detail. These things could only be understood by oneself slowly, “I think what Crowlie means is the demon hunter.”

“What?” James’ eyes were wide open.

“Demon.” Zach glanced at James and thought it would be better to explain it briefly, otherwise, it would be heartbreaking that James made the same mistake again. “In the belief of the Holy Lord, some people think that the demon is the dark side of the belief, and it shouldn’t appear in this world, so they hunt down the demons that wander in this world.”

“This is a good thing, right?” James frowned, thought about it, and said.

Zach lowered his eyes and added, “If they also kill the angels who came down from heaven, then it would be a good thing.”

As the vampire said, stand on the same plane to see the world.

Zach waved his hand, and the vampire in the same belief system was also the target of the demon hunter. But nothing was clear now, there was no need to argue with James.