The Record Of Barton's Fantastical Events

Chapter 164: Volume 5 Final chapter Only place left

The truck returned to the Grande Funeral Home the same way it had left.

Crowlie stepped on the ground in the backyard of Grande Funeral Home. The werewolf Benjamin just raised his head to take a look. He scratched his tender skin, lay down on the hammock, and continued teaching Matthew, who was listening attentively.

Old Hank walked past, said annoyingly, “Another pretty woman!”, and then continued his work.

Alice glanced at her curiously and sat down beside Benjamin with some trepidation. In the long river of history, the death-heralding banshee and the creatures of the afterlife never had any good relations.

Louise had also returned from the church. She glanced at Crowlie and then looked at Zach with some doubts, “Why does she look like she knows me?’

The Tulpa Daniel was ordered to consume the desire of “do not need to exist” and was forced to keep its manifestation. Otherwise, he would have dissipated its body to hide. Now he could only hide in the furthest warehouse, aggrieved, and glanced towards them secretly.

As for the Great Dane Jim, it had not returned from the after-meal exercise yet. Maybe, it was lying on its stomach somewhere so no one could see it.

Crowlie looked at the Grande family with a smile on her face. As a guest, she subconsciously looked at all the people in the host’s family. She stood at a certain spot in the yard, lowered her head to look at the soil below her feet, “This kind of punishment is a bit heavy, don’t you think so?”

Zach didn’t bother to listen to an outsider’s opinion, “Do you want to stand here forever or come in and continue our conversation?”

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Crowlie smiled, shook her head, and walked towards Zach.

Of course, the conversation between the two did not end. The previous conversation was probably just a gentle and polite chat. Now things were about to reach an important point: the Grande family’s agreement with a demon.

Sitting in the office, Zach took out the ‘wine’, and sipped it with a smile, “Louise must have told you about the prison. Now, what do you want to do?”

“What else can I do?” Crowlie smiled and shook her head. “You already have what I care about the most. So let’s just reach an agreement quickly.”

Zach was very happy with the other party’s straightforwardness. Of course, there was no need to deny it. After all, this was a fact.

“Agreement. I like this word.” There was a hint of helplessness on Zach’s face. “First, stop the operation in the southeastern part of the North District.” Although it was a request he had always wanted to make, he had sensed from the previous conversation that Crowlie already had such intentions. But the reason was not because of him.

Crowlie smiled and waved, “carry on.”

“Second, you must not touch anyone or anything related to the Grande family.”

“I already said, I won’t.” Crowlie smiled,”If you still want to talk about Joseph. It’s not up to me, but I can talk to your wolf cub. He seems like a nice boy.”

Zach nodded in acceptance.

“Third, for the future.” Zach looked at Crowlie and said solemnly, “If you want to have a ‘ demon contract’ with the citizens of Barton, you must first get my permission.”

Crowlie’s face became serious and her eyes turned cold, “don’t you think that you are asking too much?”

Zach’s face had a hint of playfulness, “I can ask more.”

Crowlie’s eyes had a hint of reproach as she shook her head and smiled, “this joke isn’t funny. Tell me the real condition”

“Sorry.” Zach laughed genuinely, “I just wanted to try it first. But you won’t be happy with the real condition either.” Zach swirled this glass, “The people in charge of Barton City, you can’t touch them.”

Crowlie pursed her lips, indeed she was not happy. With a mayor like Anthony, her infiltration has already been very difficult, and now she couldn’t even touch them. But after thinking about it, she nodded, “Fine.” The reason was still Anthony. If the person she had a deal with was restricted, the deal would become meaningless.

“Of course, if the deal resulted in conflicts with us, you will be the one who makes the concession.” Zach continued with a smile.

This had pushed Crowlie into a corner. There were two ways to obtain souls in hell. One was to judge faith, and the other was to make a deal with the demons, where people sell their souls.

“I can only accept this.” Crowlie waved her hands helplessly.

“Very good.” Zach smiled with satisfaction, the negotiation went extremely smoothly.

Zach finally smiled and handed out a business card, this was Madison’s business card, “This is the custodian of your souls, please treat him well.”

Well, as the person who was sold by the vampire. What can I say?

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In the southeast part of the North District, this was the corrupted neighborhood of Barton City. If you’re a loafer and need some money, then you can come here.

The agreement between the vampire and the demon worked. The police who patrolled the streets frequently just a few days ago had disappeared, proving that the peace had returned.

Of course, in addition to the agreement that played a decisive role, some guy who killed the guy who started the riot also contributed to the peace.

And this guy who should be given credit was Seth, and he didn’t spend too much time to find the bar called [General Headquarters].

Like everyone who came here looking for a ‘job’, he walked towards the innermost part of the bar.

“Are you the ‘General’?” Seth asked calmly, looking at the man holding a woman in front of him.

The other party smiled, “Yes, do you mind introducing yourself?”

‘Seth’ replied, “I want to work for you.”

The General moved his fingers, pointed to the seat in front of him, and said with a smile, “So direct, I have already started to like you, sit down.”

“I need a place to live and money,” Seth said directly.

‘General’ smiled and looked at this man, “So are you planning to stay in Barton for a long time? I’m surprised that Rippert (Noor’s surname) was willing to introduce you here.”

Seth nodded. He seemed to be a quiet person.

The General’ shook his head. This guy who encountered Quest when he first came to Barton was also a poor guy. The General’ no longer asked anything more. He indeed needed such a silent lackey, so he began to arrange his new subordinate.

Seth silently listened to his boss’ arrangement.

‘General’ threw over a business card, “Noor said you don’t have an ID. Go here, I have already told them what you need, but you have to go there yourself.”

Seth picked up the business card. There was only one phone number and one address. He stood up in silence, left the bar, and went to a place where he could get a legal document to stay in Barton.

Seth wasn’t quite sure what he was thinking, but he really had no other choice. This was already the easternmost city of the Federation, he had nowhere left to escape, and Constantine would not shelter him again.

Here, the city of Barton, was the only place he could live..