The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

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On the edge of Button, Newton.

Someone with dark eyes behind a Romanesque desk raised his eyebrows, put down the newspaper, and dialed a call.

Taking advantage of the short time before the phone was connected, we glanced at the newspaper that was put down—

‘The former chief of the Patton South District ’s murderer was killed on the spot ...’

"Aisera ~" got it, "I saw your loss, it's time to talk about cooperation ..."

"She's not here." Caesar's voice, "calling the office." The teenager's indifferent tone.

"Ah! You must be Caesar."

"Sakai." The teenager's impatient tone, "The office phone is **** ..."

Bye.

The black-eyed man was stunned holding the receiver, his eyes narrowed and the corner of his mouth was bent, and he continued to dial the number.

"Caesar, can you wait for your mother to come back and tell her to call me back."

"No." Simply. Hang up again.

The corners of the mouth could not be bent, and the dark-eyed guy frowned, getting tighter, and the skin at the corners of the eyes was cracked.

"Huh." The man held the corner of his eye, and when he released it, the torn skin healed. He dialed the number again. "You hang up my phone again, and I tear your soul into a thousand pieces."

There was silence for a while over the earpiece, and the sound seemed not to speak into the microphone, "Alice, if my soul is broken into a thousand pieces, can you recover?"

A small and helpless answer, "Is it Sissi? Don't mess with her, no, you shouldn't be mixed with her ..." It was Alice's voice, "Well, let it go, I added Protective witchcraft, now it ’s impossible for your father to break it yourself, unless you use silver ... er, well, let ’s not say, Caesar, going to school. "

The voice spoke to the microphone. "If you can tear it, come on." It was still the indifferent tone of the teenager, and then he turned into an impatient question, "Uh, who are you?"

The black-eyed man didn't answer, but was silent. After the silence, "Cici in your mouth, it's not a coincidence that it's a saint. This name is not common."

"Who are you?" Impatient question.

The black-eyed man's eyes twitched, and his skin cracked again, no matter what. He hung up the phone and the black in his eyes began to roll.

After a moment, he began to speak into the air.

"Give me a new container."

"The mayor was killed and missing ... I don't care what the news will write! I hate this container! Find me a new one! Then make him the new mayor!"

"I don't care if the mayor is elected! I don't want to wait! I want a new container and Newton will have a new mayor!"

"Very good. One more thing, withdraw support for Button Isela."

"Yes, otherwise what do I mean! Acquired all the property of Esera's husband's family, I want him to go bankrupt."

"Why? Why do I need to explain? Execute my order!"

"Huh. The sooner the better. Yes, just do it. I don't want to see Newton's penny flowing to the hands of the saints. Good, please let me know anytime."

...

A little further.

Central, Salem.

Yuehua bent her mouth and turned on the messy bed. The white and smooth arm wrapped around Baiying on the pillow directly after turning over. The newspaper had been folded and stood before Baiying ’s eyes that had just opened. "Look, tie Gram is doing interesting things again. "

Baiying flicked away the scattered length and looked at a sketch photo in the newspaper, frowning slightly, thinking.

"Don't remember? The grandmother once said that Mocavi's ancestor, married one man after another, was finally abandoned."

Baiying's eyebrows spread out and turned into a smile. "Then there are now women's black witches ~" Turned over on the already messy bed and posted Yuehua, "After a memorable journey of self-presentation ~ Finally , Married a landscape painting ~ "

Sure enough, it's a woman who only talks about the key. The newspaper has been thrown under the bed. Make the bed more messy ...

"Yuehua Baiying." Outside the closed door, the strange voice seemed very young. "It's time for the assembly."

"Uh, almost forgot." Yue Hua raised her head from Baiying's head, shook her head helplessly, and looked at the door, "Come in."

The door opened, and although he lowered his head, he didn't use it. The black witch waved his hand, and all the mess had disappeared. Even the newspapers on the ground returned to the bedside table.

Yuehua Baiying surrounded the bath towels and walked to the bathroom. "Is there any news from the committee?" Yuehua asked.

"Did you vote?" The young Indian girl picked up the newspaper. "No, but I think the committee members seem to have reached a consensus. They look at each other in a tacit understanding. They will know when the voting result comes out."

The sound of water has been heard in the bathroom, but I do n’t know what method the black witch used, and the voice of the dialogue is still clear and unaffected. "Well, that ’s the full ticket, either go to Barton or vote to stay in Salem. . "

The girl looked at the sketch photo and then the report, revealing a thoughtful look. She always feels that she married the Mocavi painting. It seems that she has heard somewhere, "How about you? You are a person who went to Barton in person, you think Do you still want to stay? "

"Why do we?" Yue Hua laughed. "Our opinion is not important, the result of the vote is important."

The girl whispered, "It's not fair, let the old ladies who haven't been there vote for such an important thing, but you who have experienced it personally don't have the right to vote."

"That's how fair it is ~" Yuehua only said the first half.

The second half of the important sentence is Baiying, "Persons who have personal experience have subjective feelings that will affect judgment. Only the committee that receives intelligence can make the most objective and correct judgment. You are too young to understand things A lot, you still need to learn. "

The girl pursed her lips, "Tell me more about Alice Firefly, what about her? There should be fewer things she doesn't understand." This should be the girl's little temperament.

"It's Alice Grande." Yue Hua corrected, "She, she doesn't necessarily understand much, her teachers are Toledo and Alpha."

"I remember you said that when you first went, she didn't understand anything."

"That's to herself, to the mourning banshee, and others. She knows a lot. You forgot that we said that she has a human friend or accepts her human friend. How about you ~"

The girl blushed and whispered, "I didn't have a chance. I was sent to Salem at the age of five. Where do ordinary people come from ..." The volume returned to normal, raising an eyebrow. "You like Grande very much , So I actually support myself to go to Patton. "

Yuehua showed her head out in the bathroom, her wet arm stretched out, and pointed somewhere, "Dry towel." The girl's obedient action, Yuehua continued, without expression, "Of course. In the middle of the chaos, 'Cole The threat of "T" may be involved in us at any time, and in Barton, we have no possibility of being threatened by "Cort". Of course, what I think is impossible is that it is subjective after getting along with Grande. "

Towels were handed to Yuehua, two, "Are you saying that the" Colte "in Toledo's hand is real? Well, or is the" Colt "in the middle of the fake?"

"Don't think about this kind of unanswered thing." Bai Ying's voice accompanied her out of the bath towel, and the red curse flicked her wet head.

"Actually, I also want to go to Barton." The girl pursed her lips. "Salem protected me, and I wanted to protect others. The wizards that Spira wanted to protect, like us, were abandoned by the family. People, now they have no power to protect themselves. "

"Hehe." Yuehua patted the girl's head. "Don't underestimate Patton. When there was no 'enchantment', Spella protected her retired life very well and was wanted by the entire secret alliance. Rido also protects himself very well, and he also protects himself well after losing the Alpha of the Wolves. Even now, the fallen angel protects himself well. "

The girl seemed to be persuaded, nodded with her mouth closed, "There are saints and angels ..."

Yuehua looked at Baiying. Both eyes were helpless, turning into a speechless smile. Because, I really don't know how this peace of Barton came from. When I was in Button, I didn't understand it. Now, I don't understand it.

"Okay. Rally."

All the grooming clothes were ready, and the three black witches appeared.

...

A little further.

Still in the middle, where I do n’t know. People, count ... know it.

The woman curled up in the damp and cold underground tunnel trembling, raised her hand, and blocked the water droplets that were about to fall on a moldy frame beside her. Hidden by the messy and tangled head, a pair of dark red eyes looked at the child shaking the water droplets towards this side.

"Stop it!" A middle-aged man stopped the child from continuing to shake the umbrella, and at the same time handed the woman a sorry look, "You've thrown it on this lady." The man's expression returned to serious, looking Your child, "Apologize quickly."

"Sorry." The child pursed his lips and looked at the woman's dirty face.

The man looked at the woman, changed her apology, and noticed the lady's embarrassment. It seems to be a homeless woman. The wooden board (frame) closely guarded on her side is probably her bed.

The man was holding an umbrella in one hand, raised his bag on one leg, and began to flip. It seems that this man is not a rich man: in ordinary work attire, he still takes the child to the underground passage on a rainy day. Obviously, he has no car and has to send the child to school in person.

The woman's messy red eyes faded away and she didn't want to bother. She is not hungry now. Look, this underground passage should be packed with real homeless people on a rainy day, but here is only her, and she puts a picture frame on her back.

Slap.

The man did hold the opened wallet in his hand, but a folded newspaper fell on the wet ground.

The woman only glanced away and couldn't look away.

This is a newspaper that was obviously half-turned and folded. There is a sketch photo in the corner of the small grid, which is being soaked in water and becoming dull.

"Uh……"

"Dad Newspaper ..."

The man grabbed the child who was trying to pick up the newspaper, "Forget it." Withdrew more than twenty dolphins and placed it in front of the woman who seemed to be staying. I didn't wait for a grateful response, and took my child away.

Leaving this woman, she picked up the newspaper with trembling, stared at the water-stained sketch, and glanced at the title.

"Fart !!!" Her voice reverberates in the underground passage, which makes her father and son speed up. "What the **** is Elena! The first generation of little bitch- son-! Why don't I know! Why use the face of the old lady Go bombing! What the **** is Darcy! What a bad place Button is! "

The focus is a bit weird, it's okay, Mocavi is crazy, Zach said.

...

The last time it was far away, we were already completely strangers.

The easternmost city in the west.

The hooded people circled and stood in front of a Kozil store. The little girl who opened the shop trembled past these people, and tremblingly opened the door.

"First, gentlemen, I, we have half, half an hour before we are officially open ..." No one responded to her, she quickly closed the door, ran to the counter, picked up the phone in hiding, and started dialing.

There is no point in doing this. In order to better attract guests to the store, this store has no walls, only transparent glass windows, what she is doing inside, everyone can see clearly. I heard it clearly.

"She called the police." A man in a hood said, the male duck's voice was so unpleasant.

"It's hers." The other hood man spoke, his voice normal. He had a newspaper in his hand, which he had previously picked up on the steps in front of the store. After pursing his lips, he handed out the newspaper in his hand, "Look at this, and draw the Mokawi married." He looked up briefly and let his profile appear. An ugly man with a face full of pits, can't control the consequences of his own hands as a teenager.

"Portrait is right." The hood girl said, "The name is wrong." It is doubtful, looking up as if asking for your opinion, er, not female, male, er, or female, long It's a man ...

"Barton. I haven't heard of this city." I don't know who is talking.

"Eastern, Massachusetts." Some people still know, "City of fallen angels."

"Where did you hear it? Obviously Alpha City."

"You are all wrong, it's a wizard city. I heard that the wizard has established an enchantment over there ..."

"Magic feast. The city where Kozil personally settled, this Darcy, is also the person of the magic feast."

"Uh." The pit-faced man took the newspaper back. "What is wrong with us? There is no accurate information."

No one spoke.

The duck voice man said, "We are only good at receiving intelligence, and sorting and applying is Torrido's thing ..." He shut up, and everyone shook his head together. As if in silence.

"Wait a minute." The pit-faced man raised his head fiercely. "Toledo ..." He should have thought of something, "This Patton, is it possible that someone who knows what happened to Mocavi exists?"

Under the hood, eyes exchanged anxiously.

In the ugly faces, the dark red light flickered.

Someone spoke again, "The police are coming, are we still looking for Kozil to discuss the deal?"

"I can't vote." The indifferent guy said, "We all saw the last artificial species. He has lost the hope of continuing the race. Because of Kozil's use, we really want to talk to that artificial species. It is the same?"

"But for revenge, only trade with Kozil!" Someone said.

Someone added, "You can only let Kozil act as an intermediary and trade directly with the Demon Banquet.

"But ..." Pit-faced man yelled again, "We don't know if the secret of Torito's bloodline is of value to the magic feast. If nothing can be exchanged, not only can we not avenge our fellow citizens, we may Will be sold by Kozil ... "

Everyone stopped talking.

The siren sounded on the corner.

The hoods moved, and under the care of the sun still leaning in the east, they either turned around, or spread forward, and disappeared in the shadows of cars, buildings, and pedestrians.

Empty left a panic running out of the shop, confused and explained to the police sister.

Let's go, Nuofei Le, is the best clan of the thirteen clans.

Late introduction: When Georgina and Robert were in the middle, Demon Feast Toledo slaughtered a Nofile clan to practice skills for the two. The diary of the great-great-great-grandfather of Earl, the free man, was used by Kozil. (To be continued.)