The memory stopped, Arecio's breakfast was very simple, just some bread and fried eggs, and the salad was green. Morning is a time when his appetite is not good, and he has never eaten much meat. He tore open his own bread, which was fluffy and fragrant, and the wolf cub who was squatting next to him made two "Ow Ow", his front paws on the table, and tried to climb up.
"Put it down." Arecio didn't lift his eyelids.
The wolf cub retracted his claws aggrieved and licked his mouth with his tongue.
He is hungry.
There's no meat he likes, but omelettes are pretty good too, especially the one the vampires are slicing right now. The wolf cub made another "woo woo", the meaning was very clear, he wanted to eat.
"What can he eat?" Ellie asked Darph, afraid that something might go wrong with her random feeding.
Dalf has been raising this hairball for many years, and he knows its food well. Hearing this, he immediately stood up and prepared to have a meal.
"It's basically okay, but I prefer meat. I'll go get some meat and come back while he wants to eat now."
Arecio stopped cutting the omelette. He stretched out his hand and squeezed the cub's fleshy face, letting him open his mouth to look at the teeth. At the same time, his own dark power flowed through the wolf cub's body. , checked it out, and fell into contemplation.
It's completely indistinguishable from the werewolf of his time...
Then why can't you change into a human form, and you still choose this and that, you are so squeamish, you can't breathe after walking two steps...
Arecio quickly answered by himself, it is accustomed to.
"You don't need to give him special meals, he can eat anything." Arecio let go of the wolf cub's face, and the wolf cub shook his head a few times in a daze, and started barking for something to eat again, focusing on staring at Ah The ones that Recio intends to eat.
"Huh? But..."
"The medical report doesn't show any special allergies, right?" Arecio asked, seeing Darph shaking his head, he was even more certain.
"Then there's nothing you can't eat, a werewolf can eat anything."
In Arecio's time, werewolves lived in the extreme north, where there were blizzards nine months a year. All creatures on that land are extremely tough and tough, and werewolves are the best among them. They hunt for a living on weekdays, and tubers, plants and even some insects are also welcome. They are almost the creatures with the most extensive recipes.
Arecio took out an empty plate, piled bread, omelettes, and some salad on it, cut them into small pieces and placed them on the table in front of the wolf cub, a height that the wolf cub could reach. Darph was a little happy to see that there were a lot of green vegetables in the plate, but more worried.
"He hates green vegetables..."
Before he finished speaking, the wolf cub had already opened his mouth, so he was still, waiting to be fed.
Actually want to eat! Darph was very excited. Today was a great day, not only to get this hairball moving, but also to eat so many green vegetables, it was the healthiest day ever! Just feed these into the wolf cub's mouth one by one...
Arecio ate his own indifferently, showing no sign of being fed.
The wolf cub kept his mouth open, like a chick waiting to be fed, but his mouth was sore, and the breakfast of the blood clan next to him was nearing the end, so he didn't feed him half a mouthful.
"Ouch!"
Arecio didn't move, took the last bite of the fluffy bread, picked up the still warm soup, and sighed that the automatic heating plate really works.
The wolf cub was forced to shut his mouth and began to face the severe test himself, staring at the dinner plate in front of him like an enemy.
He put his front paws on the table again and peeked at Arecio. This time Arecio didn't stop him. The nature of the two claws were different. The first time was to act recklessly without obeying the table manners, and the second time was to help him, which meant he had to start eating by himself. Just like a child trying to eat on his own will cling to the table and clench the utensils, Arecio doesn't care about this.
The wolf cub turned his head to the side, took a piece of bread with difficulty, swallowed it in three or two mouthfuls, and then omelette. He ate all the crumbs of bread, but he couldn't get tired of it, and his mouth was out of reach. Without waiting for Darph to help, Arecio used a fork to move the food from the back to the front.
Although it was very slow, the wolf cub finally finished his meal and drank the thick soup in the shallow container. He made a proud "Ow" and turned to look at Arecio.
Arecio rubbed his head not too gently.
This breakfast was extended by more than an hour. Ellie was worried that Arecio would be impatient, but he did not expect him to be surprisingly calm. Her doubts were noticed by Arecio, and the vampire just said succinctly:
"The werewolf has an old friend with me."
"A werewolf from ten thousand years ago?" Ellie got excited and looked at Darph, "What's it like?"
They were walking on the way to send the wolf cub back. The wolf cub persevered and chased after Aresio's feet, trying to bite his trousers. Occasionally, he would roll and fall, and he got up again without caring, and continued to be excited chasing after.
Arecio thought about it for a while, and he was a little surprised that he could still clearly remember some things about werewolves. He was ordered by the father of the blood to go to the extreme north to confirm the next move of the temple. There were tenacious and heroic werewolves. He still remembered the first time he saw the werewolf leader on the snowy field—
Silver-white "arrows" shot at him from all directions, and it was a group of silver wolves running. The wind and snow in the sky finally could not cover the full moon of the werewolf clan. Under the vast silver light, Arecio clearly witnessed the grand tour of the wolf king.
[Bloodlines.]
The werewolf king and queen grinned at him.
[Why did you come to our snowy area?]
"As long as you have seen that scene, you will not forget it. Those werewolves are not running, but like... rushing." Arecio said softly, he lowered his head and looked at the round wolf cubs hovering at his feet, a deep rose color His eyes flickered slightly.
He thought that the werewolf king might not have thought that one day in the future, the descendants of the werewolf would show such an innocent look, be spoiled and spoiled by many people, and be able to do whatever they want happily.
So he always felt that the world after ten thousand years was like an overly beautiful daydream.
"I can't go any further, and if it's more than a thousand meters, he will have to cut off the power again." Arecio was talking about Ruzius, and he knew that the neuropathy must hate the feeling of being out of control, so from that time on, no more Not more than a kilometer away.
Ellie and Darph were looking forward to hearing it. There were only a hundred werewolves in the center, and the scene of the hordes of silver wolves running must be magnificent. Ellie and Arecio were more familiar with her. On the way back, she talked about her inner thoughts, and she was very excited.
Arecio looked at the overly lively expression of this Terran girl and turned his head.
"I will see you. Take good care of them, the werewolf grows very fast."
"Dalph also made an appointment with me just now. If you are free tomorrow, you can go to the cafeteria again? Helgodon ate a lot of vegetables today."
"... What did you say his name was?" Arecio turned back suddenly, startled by the caregiver who followed him.
"He... Helgodon."
Arecio closed his eyes. He did not expect that after ten thousand years, he could still hear the name passed down from generation to generation by the werewolf king. The original meaning of the name is a small island in the North Sea, and the werewolves took it as the king's name, and together with the queen's name "Corsinia", it was passed down from generation to generation.
He looked at the worried and confused expression of the human race girl in front of him, and knew that his reaction was too much. Today, hearing two familiar names in a row made him a little out of control. It feels too lonely to watch a piece of history alone. The people and events he remembers, the grand scenes and the bloody wars, no one can resonate with him at this moment, and even make him wonder if the things he remembers are false. .
but…
The saint pushed open the door of his room and sent out two men in neat military uniforms, who were still talking. However, when Arecio appeared at the corner, he immediately raised his eyes and accurately captured the movement of the vampire.
He was keenly aware that the vampire seemed to be... frustrated
"Tomorrow I will go to the military to discuss with you in detail." Ruzius hurriedly ended the conversation and turned most of his attention to the blood clan.
"Huh? Why did the people from the military..." Ellie was a little puzzled, but she recognized the two guests from the military, and immediately greeted them respectfully.
"Hello, Marshal, I am Ellie, the nurse of the blood family, and this is His Royal Highness Arecio, the revived prince of the blood family."
She then introduced Arecio: "Arecio, this is Marshal Olsen, the commander of the Northern Front."
The person called the marshal is a human race, with a strict face, over fifty years old, and every wrinkle expounds rigidity and shrewdness. He stood with his hands behind his back, followed by his adjutant, and his eyes moved slightly to Arecio, with a majesty of military origin.
Arecio didn't move, nodding as a greeting.
The old marshal's eyes flickered slightly.
Seeing that the other party did not move for a long time, Aresio couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the old marshal of the human race inquiringly.
"Is there a problem?"
The stern expression of the old marshal reminded him of the old bishops in the temple, which was not a wonderful association.
However, soon, the old marshal's frowning brows stretched out like never before, his hand reached into his pocket, and then his arm lifted the cloak and handed something to Arecio.
Arecio bowed his head, and the old marshal also spoke at this time—
"Candy? Eat?"
Arecio: …
Arecio: ? ?
He hesitated, his hesitant eyes shifted from the box of candy to the old marshal's face. Thinking that his expression and tone were too fierce, the old marshal immediately made adjustments, and the result...
More fierce.
The adjutant has turned his face away horribly, except for a few exceptions, he has never seen a dark creature that is not afraid of the old marshal. Although it is very pitiful, at this time, he still has to think about the fragile mind of the dark creature and keep the old marshal away from this newly revived cherished blood clan.
The old marshal still did not give up, and let out a sigh of relief.
"Tangtang, do you want to eat?"
Arecio paused for a while, and had to take the box of candy with a complicated expression. However, the old marshal was full of fresh air in an instant. He gave Arecio a thumbs up, probably because he thought he was super good and needed to brag about it, and then he walked away.
Arecio was very speechless with this box of candies, when he saw the neuropathy on the opposite side cover the corners of his mouth, which seemed deep, but was actually making fun.
Arecio was so angry that he bared his fangs.
"You went to see the werewolf." Ruzius changed the subject, lest the vampire would fight him here, and Arecio immediately remembered the two familiar names he heard today.
"It's called Helgodon, and he's still a wolf cub."
The saint made a "hmm" sound.
"Hergodon, the werewolf king."
The blood race suddenly looked up at him.
He suddenly realized that he was not the only one carrying the past alone.
"I have something I want to talk to you about."
The saint said, and the blood race seemed to respond happily, and the previous frustration was swept away.
Arecio happily decided that as long as it wasn't too much, he could agree to this neurosis.