The breath of the city was moving away, and Zach needed to wipe the dust off his lenses from time to time to continue to see where they were heading. Although there is not much to see, except for the sand, which is a plant that is to die and twist into an eerie shape in the setting sun.

"Do you like desert sunsets? Rutte Lesenbra was behind the wheel of the jeep and every now and then a word came out.

Not for anything else, just to see if Zach would accidentally answer and break the childish game of silence.

Zack's defense isn't that weak.

Rout tilted his head sideways and took control of the car to move on, "This used to be the center of the city. Regardless of whether Zach responds or not, continue to make noise, "This is the Municipal Square, the time of witch hunting, where we are agitating the citizens to burn witches. ”

As if Zach cared...... Zach really cared, tilting his body on the door and glancing down. Killed by the wheels, puff puff up. Zach retracted his body.

"Vega was just a town, you know. As if Zach's reaction gave Root a message, "Trading Town, the supplies we bought at a high price from the central part of the country are going to be sent further west through here. "There is an obvious 'accusation' in this statement - the Demon Feast wants to obtain supplies from the central part at a high price.

Zach reacted again, with a smug smile.

This is another self-confident encouragement for Rutt, "I am also a place of complacency. Shaking his head, "I created a gold rush." ”

Zach glanced at Root, smiling and looking away. Zach knew that this one-sided conversation would continue.

"Gold mining has brought population and fame to the west, and at least the price of materials has been secretly raised, and people in the west will think, 'We have gold.'" ”

Zach shrugged.

"You must think I'm a fluke, gold, hehe. Use gold to attract human beings. This time, Root didn't care about Zack's reaction, because the initiative was with him, "But thanks to the Holy Lord taking care of this land, the west, there is really gold~ So, the west has a population." ”

If Zach were to speak, it would be- "It's Papa Midnight who takes care of the whole continent." "But Zach won't speak now, will he?

"We, the Demon Feast, have the population, and the gold, and the secret can no longer suppress the west. "No matter how dangerous the Hidden Alliance's western propaganda may be—there are people fighting for life and death on the streets, mosquito bites in the wild, bison in heat, bison in heat...... Or, a x woman who gets syphilis. Hehehe. Root probably thought his words were funny, and he laughed happily where he was, "But, countless merchants came to the west for gold~The Hidden Alliance can't stop it~"

Zach did confirm one thing, Root was not messing around, he had a clear destination. And with this dialogue that I don't participate in, the distance to this destination is shrinking.

"With the merchants, and the high-priced supplies they brought. I knew I needed a way to leave them with everything they could in the west. After all, the West is just a huge wasteland except gold, and gold is nothing but gold. Root glanced at Zach and raised an eyebrow, "I've got to make their trip to the west 'worth the money.'" ”

This means not only to match the value of high-priced materials, but also to catch up. The Secret Alliance's means of obstructing the development of the west created the fighting spirit of the Demon Banquet.

The answer is obvious.

"What better way to make those merchants empty their pockets than to gamble~" You know, it's a privilege for an immortal species - to tell history with a natural sense of pride," Vega rises. ”

Rout slowed down, "This used to be Vega's pawn shop, and it was piled up with supplies pledged by merchants from all walks of life all year round. There is no shortage of money in the west, what is lacking is things. Since when, I'm not sure, but any merchant who came to the west began to carry not only trading goods, but also supplies that could be pawned at a high price. Glancing at Zach, "You know for a long time, this was about to become a 'family heirloom' hub. Tables, necklaces, plates...... Then, it's not just the supplies, it's the people, it's the family, it's the servants, it's the fact that everything is smashed into the west, and you can only start living in the west. ”

Root is describing a snowballing history.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a depression in Zack's vision that was still obvious in the dim light, Zach would have thought that this was Root's pure lament for his glorious deeds.

"It started here, so, I have a special affection for this place. Root's car was slower, and it looked like he was going to the edge of the hollow, "I built my first home here." ”

The car stopped.

Rout got out of the car first and pointed to the east, "That's the vestibule, where most of the things you have to deal with humans happen. He seemed to suddenly remember something, "Oh, you ask why it's facing east?"

Trust me, Zach farts asked.

"Hehe, it's the end of the war, and the west is on the right track, and I finally have time to enjoy the gifts that the Lord has given us. Daytime. Caught in his own emotions, extremely reverent, "Every time I see the first light in the east, I praise the Holy Lord who has given me the ability to enjoy this moment. ”

Zach watched Rutter's performance—it was dusk, and Rout was reverently facing the east, and what did everyone think? There was a dying struggle to hold on to the last rays of sunshine in the sky.

Ay. Be fair. Root didn't perform, this is him, it's the true heart of the magic feast. It's just that the timing he chose to express this piety is a bit inappropriate.

After a moment of ink prayer, Rout spoke again, here, pointing to the large recessed pit in front of him, and casually mentioned, Zach had already seen what was inside—dozens of skeletons that had been put together and arranged. "It's my atrium, where most of the gatherings of the Demon Feast are held. Shrugging his shoulders, "It's not a business, it's just an occasional party to relax with your brothers." Banquets, group x, and so on. It's my home and I love relaxing in my own home. ”

Rutter paused and grabbed a handful of sand, "I'm guessing you've guessed what the final party is going on here." ”

Zach looked at the skeleton at the bottom of the pit, and he knew. Of course I know, the game of the Indians who was disrupted by Papa at midnight.

On his first day in his 200-year-old home, Zach 'inadvertently' exposed the fact that half of Vega City had lost its vitality and part of the central part of the In'an family was rising, wasn't it?

"I make history and prosperity. Rout rubbed the sand in his hand - he chose a terrible way to show his strength, after all, no matter how hard he kneaded, the sand was still sand, "it was stolen." "All the pride before fell here with him in his hands, and it was no different from before anyway, hey, sand, turned into a dangerous anger that made Zach want to put on a defensive posture," was stolen by the infidels. ”

I'm sorry. This makes everyone look like this, probably giving everyone the illusion that only Zach and Rout are in the car. Actually, there's another person in the car-

It's Nick. The only reason he came with him was to see if Lesembra was going to kill Zach at this delicate point in time.

Why? Have you forgotten the conversation between Nick and Zach before? Lesembra's tolerance for the newcomer Toredo will be an important indicator of Lesembra's judgment of Tsmich's current situation, won't it?

"Someone explains. Nick got out of the car and kicked into the sand. Like dead wood rooted in the desert. He frowned and sat back in the car, "Lesembra, when did you dig such a big hole?"

"Just these two days. Root stood up, retracted his overflowing anger, and calmly turned back to explain to Nick, "On the first day Torredo came, he said something that I was very concerned about, so it was necessary to confirm it. ”

"And then?" Nick was a little impatient, but understandably the desert wasn't a fun place, "You dug up a pile of corpses under your old home......" Nick stood in the seat of the car, looked down, and pursed the corners of his lips, "The corpses of the Indians, judging by the skeletal features." "Needless to say, "We all know that we used to bury a lot of things here, and we love to party. He pulled the corners of his mouth, "What's the point?" Nick muttered at the end, "What about the other things we buried, why are these Indians left?"

Ask, but don't answer. It is enough to show that these bones are independent and special.

Root looked at Zach. Zach thought for a moment, and finally, spoke. But, not against Root, the game of silence against Lesenbra continues. Zach said to Nick, "Papa used witchcraft at Midnight to curse the land. Vega's prosperity was transferred to a few specific In'an families in the central region. ”

Nick froze for a moment, as if remembering something, and looked at Rutt, "Was it that Papa midnight boring game? He himself buried our toys alive for us to find?"

Lu nodded his head.

"Can witchcraft do this?" Nick's face was questioning, "stealing the prosperity of this land?" His gaze lingered on Root's face, and he turned to Zach after receiving no answer.

Zach tilted his head, "He's a god, he changed the laws of the world, so that we can't set foot in the land of the Indians, what do you think?" ”

Nick frowned and sat back. Didn't speak.

Here's a fact. If Nick doesn't speak, the number of people involved in the conversation is not three minus one equals two, but equals one. Three vampires somewhere in the desert, wrapped in night, and only the voice of Root—

"Papa Midnight will pay for it. As much he stole from me, he would return it double, no, triple. ”

Nick is the only creature here that Zach can respond. So, Root's words are spoken to the air.

The air gave Rutter a response. A demonic wind that I don't know where it came from, picked up a half-rotten piece of wood that came out of nowhere, and smashed one of the Jeep's headlights.

It was probably just a coincidence, but Root's face was still gloomy, "I've asked Revro to check the blood of these Indians." I may not be able to move at midnight in Papa, these Indian families, it's time to pay off the debt. ”

Zach shifted from where he was standing, raising his hand to intercept something flying in the night. Another piece of rotten wood brought by the air. Zach looked at the wood in his hand, raised an eyebrow, and thrust his hand into his feet.

Root's face was a little gloomy again, "It's been a long time, and it's still a little difficult to find out the origin of the lineage of these Indians. ”

Do you think that when talking about Papa's midnight hour, Rutt is more than expected, well, cowardly? His words seem to be constantly retracting his momentum.

How do you explain that...... In this way—

We should always encounter some products in our lives that we hate. For example, Madison, I, after using all the hair dye products, especially hated a certain brand of hair dye products. That stuff was going to make my scalp itch for a week.

So, every time I see this brand of product on the shelf, I will do my best to denigrate this brand of product. To date, I've argued with the clerk over refunds, threatened the manager with compensation for my scalp care, and blocked countless shoppers who walked up to the product.

You know, I wasn't having a good time at Barton. That's how I vent. Don't judge me. I am human.

However, one day, I received a call from the customer service of this brand, and the gentle female voice told me that their company had received a large number of reports of deliberate sabotage of the sale of their products at Barton. Of course, the gentle female voice didn't say it was me, she just said that as a consumer feedback from Barton's Big Q Supermarket, I, a customer who would buy a large number of similar products, was an important research object, and their company wanted to ask me, a potential customer, what they thought of their products.

Guess what? I made my own and scolded this gentle female voice until she doubted her life? No. I said, "You're typing wrong." ”

Can you see the relevance of this example to this time? Yes - the product, it's the Indians, the company, it's the gods, it's Papa Midnight, and I'm the Rutt.

Zach spoke suddenly, to Nick, "Barton has many wizards. A terrible wizard, the kind of family outcast. But it's because it's rotten, so it's a group. Wizards of various family origins gather at Paisyoung in Barton. ”

Nick frowned, "What did you say to me, I didn't ask." ”

"I just want you to tell our brother, Rutte Lesenbra, that before he does anything stupid, please consider the possibility that Papa might bury those wizards at midnight, and then, whatever we do to Barton in the future, is feeding ......"

Zach didn't have to finish. Rout forced himself between Zach and Nick's line of sight, "Can't you have explained the connection between these two things earlier!" This is an accusation, an undisguised accusation.

Zach looked at Rutte, calmly, without any emotion. Then the focus of his gaze penetrated the figure that stood in his way, and to Nick, "I never thought these two things were connected before. Maybe it's the desert, the sunset, the night, this ......," Zach pointed to the rotten wood stuck at his feet, "and gave me a strange feeling. I realized that there were certain things that were completely out of our control. For example, Papa Midnight. Zach shook his head, "I didn't know about Vega's curse until two days before I came to the West, and it was Pochi Quin who told me. And he told me to buy more time for his son, who had surprised me with his talent for witchcraft. I never took it to heart. The purpose of saying it is only to temper the bad taste of human beings. "Well, yes, Zach said this to tell Dale how beauty in his eyes came to be," and by the way, give him something to do during the time I'm not talking to Lesembra. ”

Constantly using the third person in front of others, Zach is really ...... Forget it, there's no need to spend more time here watching the awkward dialogue of the three vampires. Go and see what is really out of control.

Vampires, in the desert. So two humans, James and Dale, are at home.

Now, no one is at home. Dale threw James, who was struggling in a cloth bag, into the trunk of his rented car and left the house.

There is a note on the model on the third floor, just a sentence.

"When I felt safe, James Lance was free. ”

Pretty useful, James.