After breakfast, the Tempests walked to the cemetery to the west, led by Old Hank. Since Sbella is temporarily residing in Grande, there is no need to give Papa Midnight the opportunity to use the graveyard for the walking dead.

To the south of Benjamin's warehouse is the new, real warehouse, where the stones brought from the Ford Funeral Home are stacked. Of course, in addition to the stones, the items that had been transferred from the cemetery in the west side of the Grande were also cleared out of their warehouse by the werewolves and piled up here.

Benjamin lifted the dark green dust cover, chose a large truck that suited his tastes, drove out of the Grand House, turned onto Route 27, and drove to Sam's farm.

As the sun slowly climbed in the east, Benjamin drove a large truck and dragged a group of 'goods' back from Route 27. The werewolf's arms were stretched out of the window, and he was afraid to beat the drum on the radio, afraid to bang on the door.

At the back of the truck, in the cargo box without a ceiling, more than a dozen sheep were gathered in a group. In the bleating brains of this group of sheep, I don't know if the high-speed mobile platform they are on is more terrifying (the truck), or the 'wolf' driving this truck is more terrifying.

In fact, they are too worried, this is the story of a wolf dragging a flock of sheep and giving food to a ghost.

The Grande House has an extra member with special dietary needs, and these sheep are for him.

As he turned from Route 27 onto the side road where Grande was, Benjamin turned the wheel and glanced at a sedan parked on the side of the road.

At the front of the black body, a hollowed-out 'Hermann' logo stands at the front of the car. As mayor of Barton, it was natural to support local businesses, and Anthony sat in the driver's seat in a daze, a long strip of gray soot accumulated in front of the cigarette butt on his lips.

"Do you want to go in or not? Benjamin pulled to a halt with the car, stretched out his long thick arm, and slammed his knuckles directly on the roof of the car.

The cigarette ash in front of Anthony's mouth broke, and he leaned over to look out of the passenger window.

The werewolf looked down at Anthony, the mayor who had begun to gain weight and seemed to be well-groomed. A crisp black suit, a dark blue tie buried under the collar of a pure white shirt, and a gold tie clip pinned to the chest.

It's just that the outfit that is too 'dressed' makes the tight neckline and tie make a deep mark on his somewhat fat neck, and after middle age, his face that has begun to develop horizontally is also a little red.

Benjamin tilted his head sideways, looked at Anthony, and grinned, "Good tie." ”

Anthony was inexplicably annoyed, threw away the cigarette butt from his lips, and sat up straight, the leather seat squeaking against him. Anthony snapped the cigarette ash that fell on his body, and the gray smoke trails were smeared on his clothes under his careless playing.

Anthony was agitated for a moment, his brow furrowed, and he grabbed the hem of his shirt and rubbed it quickly, but the stain grew more and more extensive. His hands slapped the steering wheel in exasperation, and a sudden whistle sounded on the dirt and stone road, startling the birds resting on the trees by the roadside.

Anthony's chest heaved and heaved, and he wanted to take a deep breath, but the restraint of the neckline kept him from smooth. He violently ripped off the ink blue tie, threw it aside, tore the button on the collar, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, put his hands back on the steering wheel, and released the brakes under his feet.

Watching the sedan move forward, Benjamin shrugged, these two brothers, in some ways, are quite similar.

The truck moved back on, and Anthony stopped outside the front porch of the Grande House, and after getting out of the car, he seemed to have given up on grooming, and just opened the door of the Grande House with his coat and collar open.

Benjamin didn't go into Grande's backyard, but went straight ahead, bypassing the front yard. On the west side of the Grand House, separated by a small grove of trees, there is a pasture and, like most residents in the South End, the Grand House has its own barn. As for the fields, Grande doesn't have them, they have a cemetery. It's no wonder that the citizens of the North Ward think that the South Ward is rural.

Benjamin parked the truck and lowered the guardrail of the trunk. The werewolf jumped on the front of the car, clapped his hands, and the frightened sheep did not need to be driven away, but poured into the sheepfold as if fleeing for their lives. I don't know how much time it will take for the new flock to discover that their fate is much happier than staying at Sam's Farm.

Benjamin went to the back of the hut again, took out the filled blood tank, released some of the sluggish sheep, added some forage to them, and carried the blood tank back to the truck.

Yesterday afternoon's 'blood exchange' had almost emptied Zack's blood bank, and while Zack was chatting with Ian, Benjamin was already stocking up on new food for his 'brother'......

When I got in the car, I happened to see Hank and Hurricane coming back from the cemetery on the west side for lunch, and beckoned the three of them to get into the car, and then drove to the backyard of the Grande House.

"Your graveyard is like a wasteland. Sbella, who was sitting in the car, said suddenly, her face was a little tired, and the continuous spell casting in the morning had consumed her mental power a little, and Corden's strong arms had been wrapping around his wife, showing a distressed look.

Old Hank snorted, apparently the owner of the previous generation of Grande was not very satisfied with the business of this generation either.

Benjamin was a little embarrassed, old Hank, which side are you? Most of the guests who came to Grande were scolded by this old man! In the past ten years, many people have been scared away by Hank in the exhibition hall before they could enter Zack's office, and this guy can't see anyone say anything about the coffin he made!

"You should start with the North Park, the rest of the place is basically rotten and has no action. Benjamin looked at Sbella and responded.

Sbella nodded, "You're more closed than we thought. ”

Benjamin frowned, he didn't quite understand Sbella's words. It was not far from the pasture to Grande, and Benjamin could not continue to talk about it, so he parked the car and walked towards the restaurant.

It was a silent lunch, and Grande's table was rarely full. It's not that some time ago there were outsiders who had to pretend to be a scene, and everyone here at this time knew the essence of Grande. It was supposed to be a time to know the roots and open your heart, but everyone's surroundings seemed to be separated by an invisible wall, and no one spoke.

After a not-so-harmonious lunch, everyone dispersed. The wind was still heading towards the graveyard, and Old Hank seemed to be familiar with them, and had been with them all the time. Zach and Benjamin sat in the office, the vampire was fine, not eavesdropping, and a layer of cement was not enough to stop his hearing. Benjamin deliberately leaned a pointed ear to listen to the conversation between the two Anthony brothers in the basement.

The werewolf nodded abruptly from time to time, glancing at the vampire with a disdainful smile. Sometimes he shook his head regretfully, and he didn't know who he was helping to accuse a vampire or two. From time to time, he pretended to be concerned and asked the vampire: "It seems that there is a fight, do you really need to persuade it?"

Zach glared at Benjamin, "Don't you have anything else to do?"

Benjamin shook his head: "No." "But immediately, as if remembering something, she said," said Sbella, who said we were very closed. ”

Zach frowned, temporarily ignoring the middle-aged brother and the young brother in the basement, and retracted his attention: "Escapism is the survival law of aliens. ”

Benjamin retracted part of the alpha of his ear with a thoughtful look on his face, "'Closed,' I think she's expressing something else. ”

Zach thought for a moment, smiled and shook his head: "This woman is really hard to please." The last time I visited her, I thought Grande was swaggering, but now it's closed again. ”

Benjamin also smiled, thinking that he seemed to have an answer, and his eyes shifted, "So, is she talking about what we mean by isolating ourselves from the aliens?" ”

Exactly.

When the vampires first accept permission to enter the Tempest's house, the Tempests seem to have a big problem with Grande's sudden fame. The alien race should follow the principle of escapism and live in the shadow of human society, not in the sun. There should be a clear boundary between people and aliens, and this is how those low-level aliens are created.

But after discovering the desolation of the cemetery, Sbella speaks of closure, which represents the isolation of Grande from the alien society. In Sbella's mind, a vampire and werewolf cemetery shouldn't be so deserted. Beneath that layer of earth, there should be a 'sign' of alien race, and Sibella is ready to 'see' the mangled corpse of a human race, which is the prejudice of human beings against aliens.

But in fact, those cemeteries are really deserted. These two aliens seem to have faded away from the 'signs' of alien race, and they live like ordinary people.

"That's what we want. Zach looked at Benjamin: "I, you, Anthony, hope that in the future, with James's help, we should be proud of building Barton into a city isolated from foreign interference." ”

Benjamin was silent for a moment, then spoke, "Do you remember what Papa said at midnight at the West End cemetery?"

"'Why am I wasting my time in Massa'. Zach leaned back in his chair and repeated Papa's midnight words, seemingly falling into memory, "If I, 'Toredo,' still exist in the 'Hidden Alliance,' I'll leave Massa, and even the Federation." ”

Benjamin smiled, and seemed to enter memory mode, now that the vampire had turned on the 'if' sentence, he would have said well, "If I still have my wolves, I will too." ”

Interracial hates cremation.

"Maybe we've really been separated from the society we used to have for too long. Zach looked at Benjamin and thanked the werewolf for using his experience to keep him from falling into sadness in his memories. Zach remembered another member of Grande, a member who used to be at the bottom of an interracial society, "Where's Kim?"

"Kim!!" the werewolf let go of his voice, and the voice rushed straight out of the office and into the distance.

In the woods far away from the Grande House, the Great Dane, which had eaten and scattered after eating, stood up and ran towards the Grande House with its ears and limbs and legs jumping and jumping.