Benjamin sent the blood canister he retrieved at noon down to the basement and returned to his office with a glass of bright red 'wine'.

Anthony sat at his desk, his abruptly arched shoulders still out of place, his shirt and coat red from lacerations on his skin, half of his bruised face facing the window.

Benjamin put down the cup containing Zack's blood and patted Anthony's uninjured shoulder as a comfort.

"I didn't do anything wrong!" Anthony suddenly looked up at Benjamin, "he's impulsive, violent, ......"

Benjamin pressed his finger to Anthony's lips, "Shhhh

As mentioned before, a layer of cement can't stop a vampire's hearing.

Anthony's eyes exude an indescribable meaning because of the chaos of love. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, drank the liquid from the glass, and the wound healed and the bruise disappeared. The mayor of Barton, with his chubby body hanging from tattered clothes, left the Grand House.

In the afternoon, before four o'clock, Lola came.

As a regular visitor to the House of Grande, she was as familiar with the place as her own. The girl ran into the office in a panic, but the 'other brother of Alice', who is usually here, was not here, and the desk seemed to have been hit by something, leaning diagonally against the wall, and there was a faint smell of burnt paste in the air.

But that's not Lola's concern, she rushes into the kitchen, looks for Alice, and runs up the second floor again, only to see 'another brother's girlfriend' staring in the mirror.

"Where's Alice?" asked Lola as she seemed to have something on her mind.

Louise came back to her senses and smiled at Lola, "Go check out Benjamin." ”

"Oh, thanks!" Lola slammed down the stairs and ran to the warehouse.

"Found you!" Lola finally saw Alice in a daze on the second floor of the warehouse.

The banshee withdrew her gaze from the window in a daze, "Lola, why are you here? Aren't you grounded?"

"Volunteer time, I sneaked here!" Lola explained, her face anxious, "Something bad happened!"

Banshee Alice collected her feelings, looked at her friend's face, and made sure that nothing 'happened', before making a curious look and asking, "What happened?"

Lola's anxiety eased a lot after seeing Alice, and the girl's anxiety was usually not the event itself, but the simple eagerness to 'tell'. The real event is the sadness that comes out of this anxiety.

"Do you remember Miss Tsa from Parker Elementary?" Lola took Louise's arm and sat on Benjamin's bed.

"Well, I remember, you came to dinner before. Does she like what I make?" Alice has a smile on her face, and chatting with friends always makes her happy.

Lola also had a smile on her face, "Of course!" but immediately, the girl's eyes dimmed, "Remember his husband Todd, two weeks ago, we held a party for him." ”

"Yes. Alice blinked, "Is he okay?" remember the last time Teacher Cuisha said that he was recovering well, and now he is discharged from the hospital?"

Lola shook her head, "He's gone." ”

Alice's eyelashes fluttered, and Lola continued in a low tone.

"We were teaching the children to draw, and then Ms. Cuisha was called to the school office and said that there was a call from the hospital. And when I came back, my eyes were red......"

Alice put her arm around Lola's shoulders, and now that Lola rarely wears heavy makeup, Alice doesn't have to take care of her friend's eyeliner.

"They said Mr. Todd suddenly deteriorated and then didn't come back to help. Obviously, some time ago, the situation was very stable, dìng's ......"

Alice pats Lola on the back, not knowing how to comfort her.

Life is so impermanent, and at Barton, this impermanence is just a little more obvious.

In the cemetery to the west of the Grande House, where most of the sinners sent from prison and the anonymous people in the hospital are buried, Sbella, supported by her husband Corden, closed her eyes and silently read something in her mouth, and the faint light and shadow distorted on the ground in front of the short tombstone under her outstretched fingers.

Benjamin looked behind him, and some of the farmers were far away from the North Park, scattered around the other three cemeteries to clear the weeds, so that no one noticed.

Sbella's body shook, and she was exhausted from the continuous spells. Kirden held a wooden jar in his hand and handed it to Sbella's nose. I don't know what's in it, Benjamin can smell the pungent fragrance.

"You should take a break. Benjamin looked at Sbella and said.

The woman glanced at the werewolf and shook her head, "We don't know when Papa will come at midnight. I need to do my best. ”

Benjamin watched as Sbella was helped to another tombstone. The rugged stone in the corner has someone's name engraved on it, and that's it, there is not even a date, and at a glance you know that it is an inferior tombstone caught by a werewolf.

The werewolf found that he couldn't slow down Sbella and gave up, asking, "Why don't you want Papa to take Ryan at Midnight?

Kirden crouched in front of the tombstone, a broken branch in his hand drawing symbols around the cemetery, preparing for the spell. This gap gave Benjamin the opportunity to ask questions.

Sbella held out her hand to Benjamin, who held out his palm and let Sbella hold it, her thin fingers moving up the veins in her wrist. Sibella felt it for a moment, and glanced at Benjamin, "You only have one-tenth of the In'an bloodline. ”

Benjamin didn't care about his bloodline, and like most Federalists these days, he was the entangled descendant of two races. With such a thin Indian ancestry, Benjamin can no longer be regarded as an Indian.

"This means that ninety percent of your bloodline was not bred on this continent. "So you won't understand what your ancestors, the ancestors of the wolf, were for. ”

Benjamin frowned, in fact, his impression of the former alpha was very vague. But he still knows history, and is still held back by the most primitive impulses of werewolves, "to protect this land from being violated." ”

Sibella nodded, but with obvious sadness in her eyes, werewolves are no longer the 'family' they once were, and vampires are no longer the 'invaders' they once were.

"We've heard something from the geisms, those pathetic creatures that wander outside the world. Sbella retracted her sadness, and her tone became flat, "What is Papa planning at midnight, he is leaving the Federation, perhaps crossing the ocean, and completely abandoning this continent. He's recruiting, purebred descendants with his blood in his veins, powering him up. ”

Benjamin thought for a moment, "I thought Ryan didn't have any talent for witchcraft, and neither did Rivench. ”

Sbella glanced at Benjamin, "Like your wolf ancestors, they don't have talent, but they still become former heroes, former guardians. Now, Papa midnight, the attacker is needed. ”

Benjamin felt the afternoon breeze, the full moon was approaching, and the werewolf senses were already showing signs of recovery, and Sbella's voice echoed in his ears.

While everyone who knows the true history of In'an will see the werewolves of the past as heroes who sacrificed their lives for their homeland, they all know that it was just a curse. A curse imposed on one's own family in the name of 'righteousness'.

Now, Papa Midnight has a new 'righteousness', the former guardian has become now the 'trail of departure', he needs people who are willing to bear the curse, he needs soldiers.