Benjamin took the blood jar he had just taken back at noon down to the basement and returned to his office with a glass of bright red 'wine'.
Anthony was sitting at the desk, his shoulders were still misplaced, his shirt and coat were dyed red by the tear on his skin, and his half-bruised face was facing the window.
Benjamin put down the cup containing Ryan's blood and patted Anthony on the shoulder. It was a consolation.
"I did nothing wrong!" Anthony suddenly looked up at Benjamin. "He was impulsive and violent..."
Benjamin put his finger on Anthony's lips and said, "Shh -"
As mentioned before, a layer of cement can't stop the vampire's hearing.
Anthony's eyes, because of emotional confusion and send out an indescribable meaning. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, drank the liquid in the cup, and the wound healed and the bruise disappeared. The Mayor of Porto, with a little fat body and ragged clothes, left the Anderson house.
In the afternoon, before four o'clock, Laura came.
As a regular guest of Anderson's house, she is as familiar with this place as her own. The girl hurried into the office, but 'Alice's other brother', who was always here, was not here. The desk seemed to be hit by something, leaning against the wall, and there was a faint burning smell in the air.
But this is not what Laura cares about. She rushed into the kitchen, looking for Alice, and ran up the second floor. She only saw 'another brother's girlfriend' staring in the mirror.
"Where's Alice?" Laura asked the woman who seemed to have something on her mind.
Louise came to her senses and smiled at Laura. "Go and see Benjamin."
"Oh, thanks!" Laura stepped on her canvas shoes and thumped downstairs to the warehouse.
"I found you!" Laura finally saw Alice in a daze on the second floor of the warehouse.
The Banshee looked out of the window in a daze. "Laura, why are you here? Aren't you banning your feet?"
"Volunteer time, I sneaked here!" Laura explained with anxiety on her face, "something bad has happened!"
The Banshee Alice tidied up her mood, looked at her friend's face, and confirmed that nothing had happened. Then she looked curious and asked, "what happened?"
Laura's anxiety eased after seeing Alice. The girl's anxiety is usually not the event itself, but the simple eagerness to 'tell'. The real event is the sadness after the anxiety.
"Do you remember Trisha from Park primary school?" Laura took Louise by the arm and sat on Benjamin's bed.
"Well, I remember, you came to dinner before. Did she like what I made?" Alice smiled a little and chatting with her friends always made her happy.
Laura also smiled. "Of course!" But immediately, the girl's eyes darkened. "You remember his husband Todd. We had a party for him two weeks ago."
"Yes." Alice blinked. "Is he all right? Remember last time Trisha said he was recovering well, and now he's out of the hospital?"
Laura shook her head. "He's gone."
Alice's eyelashes quivered, and Laura continued in a low maze tone.
"We were teaching the children to draw. Then Trisha was called to the school affairs office and said that there was a call from the hospital. When she came back, her eyes were red..."
Alice put her arm around Laura's shoulder. Now Laura seldom wore heavy makeup. Alice didn't have to take care of her friend's eyeliner.
"They said that Mr. Todd got worse suddenly and didn't come back. It was clear that some time ago, the situation was very stable..."
Alice patted Laura on the back, not knowing how to comfort her.
Life is so impermanent. In Porto, such impermanence is just a little more obvious.
The Western tomb area of Anderson's home was mostly used to bury the sinners sent from the prison and the anonymous in the hospital. With the help of her husband Gordon, Sebella closed her eyes and silently read something. The light shadow twisted on the land in front of the short tombstone under her extended fingers.
Benjamin looked back. Some farmers were far away from the North Garden and scattered in the other three cemeteries to clean up weeds. No one noticed.
Sebella 's body shook, and the continuous spell made her very tired. Gordon held a wooden jar in his hand and held it under Sebella 's nose. I don't know what's in it. Benjamin can smell the pungent fragrance.
"You should have a rest." Benjamin looked at Sebella.
The Indian woman shook her head. "We don't know when Papa Midnite will come. I need to hurry."
Benjamin watched as Sebella was helped to another tombstone. Someone's name was engraved on the rugged stone in the corner. That's all. There is no date. It's a poor tombstone caught by the werewolf.
The werewolf found that he could not slow down Sebella. He gave up and asked, "why don't you want Papa Midnite to take Run away? Do you know anything?"
Gordon squatted in front of the tombstone, drawing some symbols around the cemetery with a broken branch in his hand to prepare for the spell. This gap gave Benjamin a chance to ask questions.
Sebella reached out her hand to Benjamin. Benjamin handed out his palm and allowed Sebella to hold it. Her thin fingers moved up along the blood vessels on his wrist. Sebella felt for a moment and looked at Benjamin. "You only have one-tenth of Indian blood."
Benjamin doesn't care about his own blood. Like most federals now, he is the descendant of two races entangled with each other. With such a thin Indian pedigree, Benjamin can no longer be considered an Indian.
"This means that 90% of your blood is not bred in this continent." Sebella let go of Benjamin's hand, "so you won't understand, your ancestors, the ancestors of wolves, what they took off human form for."
Benjamin frowned. In fact, his impression of the once alpha was very vague. But he still knows the history and is still restrained by the most primitive impulse of werewolves, "in order to protect this land from invasion."
Sebella nodded, but her eyes were obviously sad. Werewolves are no longer the 'family' they used to be, and vampires are no longer the 'invaders' they used to be. Everything they used to be is intertwined and integrated with the changes of the times.
"We've heard about some things, from wandering souls, those sad creatures wandering outside the world." Sebella received her sadness, and her tone became flat. "What is Papa Midnite planning? He wants to leave the union. He may cross the ocean and abandon this continent completely. He is recruiting pure descendants of his blood, which will strengthen his strength."
Benjamin thought for a while, "I don't think Run has any magic talent, and mor does Revenge."
Sebella glanced at Benjamin. "Like the ancestors of your wolves, they have no talent, but they have still become former heroes and guardians. Now, Papa Midnite needs attackers."
Benjamin felt the breeze in the afternoon, and the full moon was approaching. The werewolf's senses had shown signs of recovery. The voice of Sebella recalled in his ears.
Although everyone who knows the real history of India will regard the former werewolves as heroes who sacrificed their lives for their homes, they all know that it is just a curse. A curse imposed on one's family in the name of 'righteousness'.
Now, Papa Midnite has a new "righteousness". The former guard has become the "road of development" that is about to start. He needs people willing to bear the curse, and he needs soldiers.