The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Zac, who dropped the phone, was very ... stunned.

Out of the office, he went directly to Madison who occupied the rest of the master bedroom.

Being possessed by demons and traversing the mark of the soul is not a good experience, especially for Madison, he has too many 'secrets'. Physical pain, probably not, is psychological.

So, Zac was not very gentle, fiddled with Madison's body, and forced to wake up, "Ask you something."

"what……"

"When Mr. Herman left Barton, did I promise him to help him avenge Esera." Zach's question was stated in a declarative tone.

"Uh, yes, yes."

"Well, I remember that I helped Anthony beat Isela in several mayor competitions later, which is not fulfilling Mr. Herman's request."

"what?"

"Ah what. Didn't you write these stories." Zach was a little cold, "Did you not give me a name in the story? I fulfilled Mr. Herman's request. Ethela and his husband destroyed them with dirty means Hellman ’s factory. I, using reasonable and proper means, let Esera ’s husband go bankrupt in Newton, and also let Esera ’s campaign completely collapse. ”

"I ..." Madison looked at Zac as if he didn't know what expression to put on.

"You ..." Zach is learning Madison's long tail technique. Yes, no breathing pressure, "What are you. Am I your protagonist?" Asked a clear question.

"Yes, yes."

"Then why don't you justify your protagonist." Zack said of course, "I care about my criticism, and my words are as honest as my actions. I fulfilled Mr. Herman's request."

"You, are you done?" Madison, though completely unaware of Zac's inexplicable attempts to make him say something. However, there is something that Madison must have principles.

"What does the tone of your question mean." Zack was keen.

"Uh, Ethella's husband is no longer alive because of you in Newton, but did you introduce him to Anthony." The story written by Madison himself, he can remember clearly, "You know Barton lacks people in the planning of cultural events. "Remember, Newton has a show, Barton does not. The previous Paisin Carnival was Barton ’s only culture ... Oh, remember how the media reported it, 'Barton ’s own Cultural Feast ', "You were persuaded by Ethela and sold her husband to Anthony!"

Zac frowned. "Then, I used Liszt to completely wipe out Esra's campaign ..."

"But you still accept the social transformation plan hosted by Ysera! Turn Grand into a halfway house! And you are at Mary's Church, letting Ysera bind to the events of the Patton-Newton city relationship ! Yes! You ruined Esera ’s hope of becoming the mayor, but you definitely added a lot of pens to her political resume! "Madison was surprised and stunned, staring at Zac, why, hehe, an author Dignity, "You have done a lot of things, but you have never fulfilled your promise to Mr. Herman! Your heart is clear! My heart is more clear!" This dignity is that the author must be, must, absolutely, know more than the role Roles. Interrogated by the character, impossible.

Zac looked at Madison, who had been completely excited. He was quiet for three seconds, nodded, and turned around. "I see." It seemed to be ready to ignore Madison's return to the office. "Since you have said so, I Guess I can't persuade anyone this time. Um. "I started talking to myself," I'm really sorry Mr. Herman this time ... "

Madison froze for a moment, catching up with Zac, "Wait, what are you talking about? What's going on?"

Zac glanced back and walked to tell, "Gang Herman called me and scolded me for a pass, saying that I received his money but did nothing for him."

"Herman called you ?? Where is he?"

"Who knows, the middle." Zach shrugged. "But it seems that he never stopped paying attention to things in Button. Ha ha."

"Uh. What does that mean, why did you ask me to say this?"

"On the phone, Mr. Herman didn't explain it to me ..." Zac smiled at Madison and changed his words. Everyone realized it by himself. "The opportunity to justify is gone. I'll ask you to rehearse my speech."

"What?" Madison was a little weird, and grabbed Zac, "Preliminary?"

Zac took off Madison's claws 'gently'. "Yes, preview. I know how it is. If you have a protagonist-author relationship, I can't convince you, and I'm even less likely to convince Herman. So ~ "Continue back to the office.

"So?" Madison continued to follow, of course, would not continue to catch Zac, "I ..." irritable murder of the air before the lower, "What do you mean! Protagonist-author relationship? What do you want to express? I write After you, I should stand by your side and help you speak? Help you twist the facts? Write your unfulfilled promise as you completed it? Give you a name? "

They have all reached the door of the office. Zac stopped to look at Madison seriously, and took some time to think about what he was about to say. It wasn't until Madison's momentum disappeared that he began to dodge Zac's unusually serious eyes, Zac spoke, "I'm immortal." Uh, the weird beginning, "You won't."

Madison's weakened momentum rekindled, what does this vampire mean! Do you despise human life? !

"You wrote me, not a biography of my life. Oh, the quality of your life determines that you can only record a small part of my life." Zach's voice smiled, but his expression did not.

Madison's face began to twitch.

"You know better than me. Let's see how much you have written this year." Zac, started to help Madison organize his clothes. It does n’t mean anything. It ’s Madison ’s disheveled clothes. Zac looked at him, obscured. “So Madison, why do you want to write me.” Turn over the collar and pull the shoulder sleeves, “For fun? Not interesting, right? One year, it is too small for me, it does not deserve the slightest sign of my life. Then, what do you mean by writing so much? "Straighten your hat and obey your temples," You see the sea surging in front of you, but It took so much ink to write a drop of water. Not even the waves, just floating in the air, accidentally hitting a drop on your face. "

If people's expressions can be sorted out, Zac will certainly help Madison sort out their expressions. Because, Madison's expression now, like fried eggs, shelled ones. Don't try it.

"It must be a bit meaningful. Madison." Zac withdrew his hand and continued to look at Madison seriously. "You must let this drop of water be able to represent this ocean." Zac shook his head, meaningless, "a drop of water The bead patted your face, wet it, steamed it off, and it ’s over, you record the whole process of this drop. It does n’t make any more detail. ”Zac nodded again.“ Stand into the sea and see the countless drops of water condensing into Sea, tell everyone, it is meaningful that countless small drops of water you have recorded have turned into a whole ocean. "

The conclusion is coming. Philosophical conclusion——

"So, Madison, you must be on my side. Otherwise, don't waste your life writing me." Zach stepped into the office and closed the door.