This is the first time that Arecio has entered the Saint's room since his recovery, and he is still very curious. The neurotic's current memory is stuck in a time period that does not have a good relationship with him. He does not know how the neurotic will choose to arrange the room during this time period, under the condition that the center will meet all his requirements.
The room was unexpectedly clean, it didn't seem like there was no time to decorate, but there was no intention of decorating at all. The saint sat down at the only table and looked up at the blood clan who looked around.
"What are you looking for?"
Arecio asked, "Didn't you ask the center? Even if you only stay for a few days, at least make yourself a little more comfortable."
"… OK."
"Huh? Liar! Your taste is obviously not like this." Arecio refused to believe it. "Even if there is no particularly comfortable rest area, at least your sugar bowl should be placed on the table."
"… "
"I once suspected that you were eating three pounds of sugar a day."
Ruzius's eyes were slightly dark, and his feelings at this time were quite strange. He did envision how to buy a house of his own after completing his mission and retire, and how to arrange the comfort in the house, but these blood races should not know.
Sugar is too, but most of the time when he is eating sugar, when he feels a lot of pressure, he has to rely on some sugar to restrain himself and keep himself calm. But the blood clan said that he used to eat a lot of sugar a day, so to what extent was he repressed in the past, and what was he repressing
It seems that the vampire doesn't know this question either. Fortunately, he has gradually recovered some fragments of his memory. One day in the future, he will know the answer.
"There are two things." Rutius stopped entangled in the question of whether sugar is sugar or not, and went straight to the point.
"One is that my memory is recovering." When he said this, he looked directly at the blood clan, intending to implicitly warn the other party not to try to deceive him. After all, he will remember all the past one day, when the blood clan has How many lies he can debunk.
Arecio just nodded casually, his expression magnanimous, suddenly he thought of something, and his face changed slightly.
The cunning vampire, what he told him really had moisture. Ruzius said firmly, he felt that it was strange that the vampires always seemed to have a good relationship with him, they were clearly rivals to kill each other.
Arecio's brain circuits are not on the same channel as him at all. He just thought with horror that if his memory can be restored, does it mean that this very well-behaved saint in front of him will eventually turn back into that neuropathy? Although this way he can ask the reason why the other party brazenly launched the war, but relatively, he really can't bear the neuropathy.
"The second thing is about the military personnel who came to the door just now." Rutius said, "Marshal Olsen made a special trip back from the northern front. I hope that I can contribute to the northern collapse in the future."
He looked at Arecio's expression, not surprisingly, he saw a slight daze. Vampires are always like this. They have too long lives, so they always seem to be very loose, focusing only on what they are interested in, which usually doesn't last long. Ruzius lowered his eyes. He had studied many lessons about blood races in the temple. He never expected to directly use a blood race as a comparison to prove the authenticity of what he had learned.
It's... funny.
"I thought there would be no wars in the world ten thousand years from now." What Arecio saw during this time was all singing and dancing, not at all like wartime.
"Because it's not serious, it has been completely suppressed in the north." Rutius said, "The power of light in the world is extremely powerful now. People turn the power of light in the atmosphere into the light index."
Arecio thought of the light index that he had seen in the barrage, and there was another related word that seemed to be…
"… haze?"
"That's the situation after the outbreak. The Illuminati fills the air in the form of dust, and even creatures inclined to the light will feel uncomfortable in it." Turning around to show Arecio, he just watched silently.
"The haze on the northern front is highly concentrated and escalated to a light collapse. That is the degree to which ordinary humans will die in just a few minutes without wearing protection."
On the light brain, there are thrilling scenes, there are resistance on the front line, and there are soldiers who are unfortunately infected after retreating to the rear. The person in the photo is lying weakly on the hospital bed, covered with large bright spots.
This is one of the consequences of light collapse, that is, photochemical disease. Some people or bright creatures with more light power themselves will show this state once their power is out of control, and some of them will even attract light aliens from the void, and then it will be a complete disaster.
Arecio had moved the chair a bit earlier so he could look at the screen at an angle, and the scene on the screen made him frown slightly, but he didn't feel much fear.
He has experienced too many more tragic battlefields.
"But why..." He heard a suspicious voice from the saint beside him, "light is good, darkness is evil, and good things are overflowing, why does it bring bad consequences?"
"We have been, have been working to fill the world with God's brilliance, why is the result after reaching this..."
The lunatic is still at the time when he has such cute thoughts... In the later stage, he can see it better than him, and he is obedient to the orders of the temple, and he can't see the faith now.
"Because it was wrong."
Arecio didn't lift his eyes and opened the candy box given by the old marshal with a "click".
"Both sides are wrong."
The colorful candies are packed into their own cubicles and look very sweet. Arecio struggled to decide which one to eat, so he raised his head and asked the saint.
"Which one do you like?"
"Is the faction you belong to also wrong? Is the vampire also wrong?"
"Of course, a group of idiots, clamoring for the world to fall into eternal night. I thought that the idea of a sick head only occurs in children of a certain age... Which one?"
"… "
"Where... one... one?"
"… Orange."
"OK."
Arecio picked up the candy and threw it into his mouth.
I thought it was for him, Saint:…
He forced himself not to think about the candy, and turned his eyes away from the happy blood-sucking blood clan.
"The blood clan must be happy for the rebellious idea of His Royal Highness."
"Ha, they're pissed off." Arecio seemed quite happy, even after a long time, he couldn't help laughing when he thought of the faces of those blood clan elders, "However, they're also afraid of death, my father died. After that, who would dare to fight against me?"
Luzius paused for a moment. He memorized the blood family lineage by heart, and naturally knew what kind of person the father of Arecio, who was a three-generation blood family, was.
"That second-generation blood clan... is dead?"
The most feared enemy of the temple, the second-generation blood clan whose strength is infinitely close to God, transformed Arecio into the father of the blood clan... Dead
Arecio's interest seemed to drop suddenly. He didn't like to talk about that person very much, and when it came to talking about his mood, it was not very good. But this time it was his first start. He always forgot that this neurosis has no memory afterward, and is still in a quite pure and lovely stage.
"Let's not talk about him. I already know the two things you said, so you want to go to the military tomorrow? I have nothing else to do. I will go with you, after all... one thousand meters, right?"
Ruzius didn't ask further questions, and he was destined to get no results. He nodded, and then took out a stack of paper documents from the drawer of the desk and handed it to Arecio. Sorting out these documents is his own idea, so it is not included in the business.
"These things, if you have time, I hope... you can at least stand on your side and pick on my faults." He watched the vampire take the document, looked at it for a while, and raised his head in surprise.
"Our history?"
"Yes." Ruzius's hand was slightly held by his side, and then slowly released. In order to obtain a more objective and correct history, his self-esteem can be temporarily put back.
"History is a compulsory subject for me in the temple. The main historical context has been sorted out here, but what I accept is the history of temple revisions. There may be many revisions and beautification elements, which are not objective enough." He looked at the blood clan , "So I hope you can take a look at this history, make additions and revisions, and we can discuss the controversial points."
Arecio blinked, he had never seen a neurotic look, perhaps because he was not familiar with the neuroses of this period. The neurosis at this time is like a true saint, who believes in the light, has a firm stand, and has a strong sense of responsibility, and is even willing to bow his head and ask for his help.
Overall... it's really cute!
"It's not that you can't help you because you've asked for this." Arecio got up with those documents. "After all, I've lived for so many years. Much of the history you're talking about is from my personal experience, so it's clear."
He dragged his tone and glanced at the saint, who dared not speak.
Mom, this is so happy!
"I can accept some of your conditions." The saint swallowed his breath.
This made him seem like a bad guy... Arecio murmured in his heart that he didn't really want the other party to do anything.
"Then I'll ask you..." He looked at the sage's slightly nervous expression and deliberately sold off for a while, "I ask you to think about the topic before, the topic of good and evil."
It's that simple? The saint was slightly relieved, and he would think about it himself without Alessio saying it.
"Even if according to your position, the light is good and the temple is good, then you who have been cultivated by the temple and believe in light should practice all the virtues of goodness and abandon all evil thoughts." Arecio looked at the saint beautifully The sky-colored eyes, knowing that at least at the moment, the other party must have done the same.
That's why he said that the neuroses of this period are the real saints.
He has great respect.
"But you have to think about it, as far as the mad believers you don't know, and as close as the teachers you respect, are they really practicing your virtues and precepts... Don't be in a hurry to refute me, I have already defined the scope as There are real believers and your teachers, you should trust these people, right?"
The saint who wanted to argue was silent.
"Anyway, your memory is recovering, and I'm not in a hurry to get a result of thinking. You can think about it slowly."
Arecio pushed open the door with the information, ready to go back to the next door to show his historical expertise. He is a blood clan who has lived for thousands of years. He…
Arecio silently looked at the compiled chronology, those complicated years, conjectures, and excerpts of related works. He worked hard for a while, but finally knocked his head on the table in frustration.
It's over, he was either sleeping or playing during those hours, and he was blown away.