After the sick saint tortured the person in charge for a whole day, he finally settled into the room arranged by the person in charge. Before entering, he once again showed off his cute doll that can bite to the person in charge. Don't give up until you get compliments.
While operating all this, he was still expressionless.
Person in charge: ... neuropathy!
Closing the door, the saint raised the hand that was bitten tightly, and pinched the pair of small ears with the other hand.
"Crack," Arecio gave him a wing and let go. He fluttered twice in the air and rolled onto the table to one side, and almost turned over because it was too round.
No wonder Arecio didn't turn into a bat form very much, no matter 10,000 years ago or 10,000 years later. The vampire should like the bat form very much, because it is agile and concealed, and it can monitor the prey quietly even when it is hung upside down, but the bat form of Arecio…
Too round.
Feeling embarrassed to himself, Arecio steadied himself on the table and quickly got to the point.
"I'll go out and have a look tonight, the point is to see that nightmare alone."
"Do you need me to accompany you?" Lucius asked.
"No, you're too conspicuous, and besides... The Nightmare seems to hate you more than the person in charge." Arecio paused and immediately added, "Of course, it should be because your clothes are closer to the temple. Hostility, remember? The Nightmare Farm that Daleway mentioned when we were on the Northern Front, and so many Nightmare Horns…”
Having said that, his expression became not very good.
"The Southeast Branch has always focused on nightmares. At the moment when I was suspected of being manipulated by the temple, I had to think more about the relationship between this place and that farm."
After the agreement, the mentally ill stayed behind to attract attention, and Arecio, who was not on the list originally, can travel without any worries. The branch at night is still brightly lit, but it may be to express the intimacy with the headquarters. The dolls delivered by the headquarters have been decorated in many places, and basically there is one hanging every few steps.
Arecio's bat form didn't fly very neatly, so he walked along the shadows. When someone passes by or the machine inspects, they stay in the shadows, and they can't hide. Just spread their wings and pretend to be a doll. He has now suspended the simulation of functions such as body temperature and heartbeat, and it is difficult to be found.
And the saint who stayed in the room also slowly dialed the communication of the head of the branch at this time. He dialed very skillfully. After ringing a few times, he hung up. The person in charge on the opposite side called quickly. He quietly waited for the bell to finish, then called back and hung up.
The person in charge was tormented by him to the point of crying! Fortunately, it finally got through!
"I want to meet the staff who took care of Nightmare Brendan during this time, as well as the doctor." He demanded. The headquarters itself has the authority to investigate the branch. The person in charge originally thought that after the busy day, this request Will be presented the next day. He couldn't refuse, so he had to agree first, then contact the relevant personnel urgently, and let the worms in their bodies work.
Even Theo can't control every worm, and he adopts a tree-like mode of jurisdiction. The person in charge at the top of the branch is mind control plus egg control, which can retain most of the thinking ability, which is very conducive to daily work. The lower-level staff do not need too much thinking ability, as long as they can complete the work.
The southeast branch is no longer the southeast branch, but a large worm's nest.
Staff were transferred away for investigation and replaced by robots, only for this temporary care. Machines are easier to control than humans, as long as the program is modified, Arecio guessed that Theo thought so, and coincidentally, he thought so too.
Hiding behind a bat doll, Arecio pulled a tiny contraption from the shadows. He gently activated the device, and the next second, the surveillance screen in the corridor seemed to vibrate slightly, and the quiet and uninhabited corridor screen began to loop. The people who were closely watching the surveillance didn't notice anything wrong. It was a very normal night in the branch.
The chubby little bat fell to the ground and returned to human form in an instant. He released the device in his hand, the device automatically flattened into a thin layer of screen, the holographic projection opened, and the mini version of the pupil appeared on this small platform.
"Hitomi, invade." Arecio said softly.
The dazzling halo unfolded on this mini pupil, the permissions of the room were lifted one by one, and the relevant visiting information would not remain. The nightmare in the room seemed to be aware of it, and he stepped on it uneasily, and then he saw the metal fence of the room slid to the sides, and a figure slowly walked in. He was instantly tense, and his unicorn was lowered, ready to defend himself.
However, it was not the light that came in from outside the door, but the blood race that came from the darkness.
Brendan raised his head, and the vampire who came slowly to him seemed fearless, not on guard because of his unicorn and notoriety. The blood race came slowly, and the familiar power also spread. Brendan felt it during the day, when a bat doll was placed on his head.
The vampire finally stood in front of him, without turning on the lights in the room, there was only a little light in the corridor, and his dark rose-colored pupils, which were backlit, were faintly reflected.
"Brendan, isn't it?" Vampire said, "I'm Vampire, Arecio, let's talk."
Nightmare was speechless for a while, then he cautiously took a few steps back to get a safe distance.
"Are you here to be a lobbyist too? Like other dark creatures who came to visit me?" He seemed a little angry and began to sneer, "Don't waste your efforts! I just hurt people, and I hate those humans and light creatures! If I have the chance, I will still do it! I…”
"You don't look like a dark creature raised in a nursery." The vampire said slowly, and Brendan disappeared in an instant. After a while, he continued slowly.
"You... how did you know?"
The blood race smiled.
"The children raised by the center are all well-behaved children. I can't say that well-behaved is not good, but they don't have the pressure to survive, and naturally there is no flame in their eyes... Although they are better now after being educated."
"You are different, you have eyes full of nightmares."
Eyes full of nightmares... This is the first time Brendan has heard someone describe his eyes like this. Recently, all he has received are descriptions like "violent" and "uneducated". In the farm, he received comments like "disobedience to discipline" and "killed one day sooner or later".
"I know you're still wary of me, and I don't expect you to trust me completely. I'm here just to ask one thing." Arecio asked slowly, "Nightmare farm, where is it? "
There seems to be a thunderbolt in Brendan's mind! He heard his four hooves staggering on the ground several times, revealing the shock in his heart. The blood clan stared at him closely, obviously not cheating him, but really knew that there was a nightmare farm.
"How did you know that?" Brendan was shocked.
"On the northern front, I met Dalewei, the high-ranking of the temple. Maybe you are more familiar with her. She has some of the powers of Nightmare."
Of course familiar! That devilish woman! Brendan immediately thought of the scene of the bloody corner taking, and how the woman seemed to be affectionate with a certain nightmare, just to integrate the power of the other party more smoothly... Nightmare farm under the rule of Dalewei , is an out-and-out hell on earth!
"Of course I do! Damn her! She..."
"She is dead," said Arecio. "My bat killed her."
dead... dead? Brendan froze in place, feeling incredible. Of course he thought of taking revenge on Dalewei, but Dalewei was so powerful that his horns couldn't kill the other party, but now, the vampire in front of him said lightly that Dalewei was dead.
"She really said a lot of things before she died, and the Nightmare Farm was one of them. We have been searching for traces of this farm, but the temple is too cunning. But now, we found that you are obviously in a dangerous environment in the southeast branch. Nightmare growing up in the middle of nowhere, so is the farm near here?"
"I... I don't know." Brendan found that he was already answering something, and unconsciously responded to the question of the blood race in front of him, "This is not an excuse, I really don't know. I grew up on a farm, and I will The nightmare to be taken for horns was suddenly transported here a few months ago to replace the nightmare that was originally raised here."
"I was given medicine the whole time, and I was hidden in the mezzanine of the warehouse where the supplies were delivered. I have no idea how I got here."
Hearing such an answer, Arecio was not overly disappointed, he pondered for a while.
"Can you tell me... the situation of the farm? Of course, if you find it difficult to recall or can't bear it, you can tell me, and I won't force you."
Those dark memories are indeed the scars in Brendan's heart, and even in the comfortable environment, he has not forgotten for a second. He looked at the vampire on the opposite side again, carefully observed the other party's expression, hoping to find the slightest trace of cunning or deceit.
However no.
The blood race stared at him magnanimously, their eyes drooping slightly, and their hearts seemed heavy.
He was feeling sorry for the nightmares.
"Actually, there's nothing that can't be said." Brendan's tone softened, no longer full of spikes, he just recalled, and then slowly said, "We usually come from breeding farms, usually raising twenty Years later, take the horns, take the blood, take everything that can be taken away, and finally extract the dark power."
Arecio was silent for a while, "Nightmare has a life span of five hundred years."
Brendan froze for a moment, then grinned, as if trying to smile.
"It turned out to be so long, I thought it was only fifty years."
Five hundred years sounds like a long time, and the farm does not know if it has five hundred years of history. Brendan only knows that the oldest nightmare he has ever seen is over forty years old, and he is specially experimented in the laboratory. , has not died, and has become the benchmark for all the nightmares of all farms to estimate the maximum value of their own population.
After he was taken to the nursery center, no one told him anything about it, but he was irritated by the constant detention, and he couldn't control his emotions and temper more and more. When he hurt people, he did not regret it. So after telling what he knew about the farm, he asked about the injured person.
"Is he okay? I... I was too angry at the time. Although I avoided the key point, it should have been quite painful."
Arecio remained silent, and this silence made Brendan realize something.
"He's… not so good?"
"He's dead." Arecio said softly, looking at Nightmare's shocked and confused expression, he deeply felt that this was indeed a child under twenty years old.
"But... but..."
"It's not your fault, even if you just stabbed his hand, the branch will let that person die of infection from the wound."
Brendan still hung his head, his thoughts were in chaos at this time, guilt and confusion confused all perceptions. He felt that his horn was being held, and he stepped back quickly, for fear that he would cause another death.
"It's okay, I said it, it's a conspiracy." He paused and approached Nightmare's ear.
"Let more nightmares and even dark creatures - a conspiracy that is beyond redemption."
"you you… "
Arecio straightened up and let go of his hand, he smiled at Nightmare.
"And I'll crush it."