The Record Of Barton's Fantastical Events

Chapter 140: Chapter 9 Finding Balance

Translator: Doggotranslation

The sound of running tap water was stopped by Gina’s wet fingers. She took a piece of paper from the paper box on the wall, dried the water drops on her hand, and looked at herself in the mirror. She squeezed a corner of the crumpled tissue and rubbed it carefully on her eyeliner. She patched up her makeup again, adjusted her suit in front of the mirror, untying and fastening the third button of the suit before her chest repeatedly; there was a trace of sadness on her face.

The beautiful vase-like secretary of the mayor, Gina, thought that since it has already come to this point, and finally, she unbuttoned the third button. Single women needed to stay strong. Gina pressed her lips and left the bathroom.

When she returned to the desk, the staff in the city hall canteen had brought lunch. Gina frowned when looking at the plate that belonged to Mayor Anthony. She sat at her table, pulled out a fork and carefully picked out the fried food from Anthony’s plate, and gave her broccoli to Anthony.

After finishing all this, Gina stood up and hesitated, buttoned the button on her chest again, and rang Anthony’s office with the food plate.

After getting permission, Gina delivered the lunch plate, trying not to focus on the woman who suddenly visited. Even though she was wearing formal clothes, instead of wearing a suit skirt, she was wearing trousers like a man.

Perhaps it was the impact of visual contradictions, or maybe it was just her natural gift, when the woman sat cross-legged before the desk like a man, her leg was so long and slender that it would only make people jealous.

“Where’s my fried chicken chop? !” Anthony glanced at the lunch plate and immediately shouted, but as soon as he raised his head and saw Gina’s worrying eyes, he reluctantly closed his mouth, took the lunch plate, and temporarily kept it aside.

Gina nodded and left the office. Then the mayor’s Roman-style office once again left with only two people. Oh wait, my fault, it actually left with one person and one demon.

“I think this is what people call healthy food now.” Crowlie looked at Anthony’s lunch plate, “but I don’t understand. In the past, there was only food and non-food in people’s eyes.”

Anthony glanced at Crowlie, not wanting to ask which era in history the fallen angel was talking about. But Anthony at least knew that the division of power in hell was always changing. The demons familiar with this era were affected by the last war, and may have been suppressed by Crowlie’s forces.

Anthony returned his gaze to the document in front of him, and marked and revised the document with his pen from time to time. Obviously, he was not very satisfied with the press release.

Crowlie’s fingers slid across the long blonde hair before her bulging chest. “Why do you want to change ‘Try our best to reorganize the southeast area of the Northern District’ to ‘make every effort to safeguard the safety of people and property of Barton’s citizens’. I don’t understand the meaning of this modification.”

Anthony frowned and raised his head, looking at Crowlie impatiently, “Do you have nowhere else to go? I don’t need to remind you that you do not have legal status in Barton. If I want to, the guards of the city hall will be happy to send you to Barton Police Station!”

Crowlie turned her head sideways, fingers moved across her chest, and flicked the blonde hair before the bulging chest. Although she was wearing a very formal fitted coat, and a shirt with a long narrow collar, she had appeared naked in front of Anthony just a few days ago. This was a perfect interpretation that she was so sincere that she once showed him everything.

Crowlie’s mouth raised slightly, “Do you want me to find a container? Then I will have an identity. But this is a bit difficult. I have very strict standards.” Crowlie’s gaze fell on the lunch box next to the desk, “How about your secretary? I won’t change your chicken chop.”

Anthony lifted his eyelids coldly and looked at Crowlie, “As I said, you have a better place to go than coming here.”

Crowlie stopped joking, smiled, and turned her head to glance around the office, “Are you trying to say Grande?”

Crowlie, the demon who has not been in the world for a long time, just like the vampire, could not appreciate the aesthetic style of modern people. Even the clothes she used for this trip were based on the most common clothes that people in and out of the city hall wore. As for gender selection, Crowlie also strictly abides by the principle of ‘common occurrence’.

“I still need to wait and see.” Crowlie did not conceal what she was thinking, “I’m waiting for an opportunity when we can make a deal on equal terms. I don’t want the vampire and the werewolf to feel that they are better.”

Anthony retracted his gaze, said with a tone of disdain, “So do you think you and I are on equal terms?” Anthony shook his head mockingly. Crowlie sat in the city hall all morning watching the people passing by, and only during lunchtime did the mayor ‘remember’ this visitor who hadn’t made an appointment.

Crowlie should be grateful that today was Saturday, and the mayor’s schedule was not full, so that she had a chance to see the person who was in charge of Barton city.

The issue of rank had already been discussed at the first meeting after St Mary’s Church. Through the mouth of the vampire, there was already enough discussion. Both sides knew each other’s details while holding each other’s opinions and could not reach a consensus.

Crowlie shook her head, not planning to continue on this issue. To be honest, based on her current actions, she was already compromising and she was at a disadvantage.

“Let’s not beat around the bush on this issue.” Crowlie shook her head, “At least we can reach a consensus.” Crowlie’s hair was swaying the air under her leaning body, “You gave the vampire a safe living space. Since I can’t disappear from Barton, you should also give me a safe living space.”

“Safe? !” Anthony snorted, “You also need a safe living space? Don’t say it like you have been treated unfairly. If you are willing to tell me how to kill you, I will give you a space where you can “live safely”! ”

Crowlie’s lips were completely open, showing neat teeth, and she was amused. “You know what I mean.” She pointed to the press release in front of Anthony, “How about giving me the southeastern part of the Northern District? I have been studying the history of Barton very seriously recently. We all know that Barton doesn’t want to manage that area.”

“Give it to you?” Anthony also smiled, “you have money?”

Crowlie rolled her eyes at Anthony as if reproaching him, and revised her words, “Let my men have some freedom there.”

Anthony smiled, “Don’t they have freedom yet?” Anthony crossed out the previous changes in one stroke, and seemed to be preparing to use the phrase ‘do my best to rectify the southeast part of the Northern District’. He glanced at Crowlie again and made another revision, and the ‘do my best’ was changed to ‘full effort’.

Crowlie frowned, she understood something. She was right, this was a strange mayor.

“You should use the previous modification.” Crowlie stood up and said, “I have received your message. We are all waiting. We believe that one day, we will find a balance.”

Anthony put down the pen in his hand, looked at the demon seriously, and snorted. Pushing the file aside, he was ready to eat his broccoli.