Grande's two brothers sat in the van and drove along Charles and toward the West End. The faces of the two were a little helpless, and there was a square metal wine bottle in front of the car window, and there was 'holy water' in it.

The reason for the present situation is that Mrs. Quinn has called and asked for 'the Son to appear again.'

"If I could, I would go to the church myself. "But Amanda's situation can't be moved, and I need you to bring the 'holy water'." ”

So, Zach and Benjamin had to make this trip.

Benjamin looked at the languishing Zach, "At least Quinn didn't ask for the Son to 'appear' in the hospital. ”

"Of course not. Zach sat in the passenger seat, and the afternoon sun really didn't lift his spirits, but the breath of a werewolf was always 'reminding' by his side, which wonderfully aroused the instinctive vigilance of the vampire, so that he would not fall into a complete coma.

"Mrs. Quinn is a wise man, and it is all too conspicuous to be suddenly cured in the hospital. "It's precisely because werewolves are around that vampires can't pour food. This is not because there will be a danger to life, it is not a full moon cycle, but out of respect.

If vampires and werewolves were to describe each other's smells, the answer would be 'stinky'.

So now Zach has to light cigarettes one after another, hoping to get into the room quickly, a real interior, not a pavilion with light everywhere. Zach remembers the atrium of Mrs. Patton's house, which was nothing short of an ornate glass bottle.

Benjamin looked at Zach, smiled, and took out a wooden can, "Do you want to give it a try?"

Zach took the jar and asked, "This is the one that Sbella gave you?"

"Yes. Benjamin nodded.

Zach raised an eyebrow: "You'd be willing to share this." ”

"The method of making zuò must be in the box she left behind. Benjamin said very practically, "You can do it again when you run out." ”

Zach looked disappointed and returned the jar to Benjamin.

"Don't you really want to give it a try?" asked Benjamin, confused, if he didn't think Zach was genuinely disappointed in his reality.

"Of course, but I'd rather try again on the night at Grande. ”

Benjamin thought about it, it really should be, and now they don't know what the spice is really for.

Quinn Manor. This time, instead of questioning, the security guards waited as soon as the van, which was not in line with the surrounding environment, appeared in front of the road when the door of the manor was opened. Benjamin didn't waste time going around in circles, and parked directly behind the fountain, in front of the main entrance.

The servants led the two of them straight upstairs.

Across the long hallway, Zach could already smell blood and drugs. The two were ushered into a room with a layout similar to that of an apartment in Barton's North End, except that the décor and furnishings were much higher-end. Wealthy old men such as Mrs. Quinn were hired to work all day, and this was apparently the residence of the caretaker named Amanda.

Both of the Grande House had a good impression of this young female caretaker who had seen her as many times as Mrs. Quinn, so they both frowned when they saw the person lying on the bed.

Mrs. Quinn is clearly not stingy with the care of those who work for her, and Amanda's bedroom has been turned into an intensive care unit, with instruments in a space isolated from clear plastic, and Amanda's head is fixed and her body is tied with a belt. The back of her hand was connected to the infusion tube, and red and blue wires extended from the instrument, sticking to the skin under her clothes, and covering the transparent oxygen mask on her face, regularly covered by white mist, dissipating, covering, dissipating.

Although nothing could be seen from the front, the vampire could already feel the real hurt behind her.

"The priest's pulpit hit her back and hurt her spine. Mrs. Quinn did not speak until she had dispersed them all, "The operation will only keep her alive, but she will be paralyzed forever." ”

Zach looked through the plastic curtain and looked at the people inside. Looking up along the infusion tube on the back of her hand, sure enough, it was anesthesia.

"She doesn't know anything yet. Zach smiled wryly at Mrs. Quinn.

"I don't know. She didn't need to know. Quinn looked at Zach, "because when she wakes up, she'll be back to normal." ”

Zach frowned, looked at the set-up, and didn't speak.

"Don't worry. Mrs. Quinn lowered her eyes, "Everything is in my control, and no one will say it." ”

Zach thought for a moment, "We also hope Madame doesn't say it." ”

Mrs. Quinn glanced at Zach, "Is Barton talking too much, what did he say?" ”

Zach pursed his lips and didn't answer.

Lady Quinn's expression was indiscerning, for the wrinkles had cut all expressions into countless pieces, like shattered mirrors, and neither vampires nor werewolves could find a complete face.

"That's fine. Mrs. Quinn sat down beside her, "so that you can also know the way our circle of people behave." The Pattons, the Hermans, you have satisfied us. ”

Zach and Benjamin looked at each other, "Mr. Herman......" Zack's desire to ask was answered directly by Mrs. Quinn.

"He's not, he's not in our circle. At this time, a smile clearly appeared on the corner of Mrs. Quinn's mouth, a bunch of wrinkles were squeezed, and a bunch of wrinkles were stretched, "But you guys are good, you have set your own rules." Barton did you a favor. ”

Zach was tempted to take a sip of 'wine', Grande's own rules, and now Zach found out that this was actually the rule of Barton's most cutting-edge society. It's just that Grande's nature is special and he has to follow this rule.

"I've heard that you've turned down a follow-up commission from the Quest kid, and that's good. Quinn looked at Zach.

Zach really needed a sip of 'wine' now, and he did. As if casual, he took out his bottle and took a sip. His rejection of Mr. Quest was only two hours ago, and now Quinn knew!

"You have to follow the rules you have set, and for whatever reason, if you make an exception once, you are no longer worthy of trust. Mrs. Quinn stared into Zach's pale green eyes, "We trust you, and you can trust us." ”

Zach tightened the bottle in his hand and curled the corners of his mouth, "Then, Mrs. Quinn's second commission, we at the Grand House accepted." Mrs. Quinn, please leave for a moment. ”

Mrs. Quinn nodded, and slowly left the room.

After another moment, a slight sigh of relief passed through the wall and into Zack's ears. Our vampires should be as relieved as Lady Quinn's relaxation.

"Benjamin, talking to these people, I sometimes forget that I'm the guy who has lived for hundreds of years. ”

Benjamin pouted, "You're still better, and you didn't say a word to gain their trust." ”

Zach narrowed his eyes, and the werewolf satisfied his vanity.