Not to mention how anxious Arecio was about the possible shameful situation, after sending off the blood clan, Ruzius sorted out today's records and lay on the bed, trying to cultivate drowsiness for himself.
It has been four days, and he has been unable to fall asleep for a long time. He is extremely exhausted, and he is completely supported by his will not to show his depression. When he went to the medical office, Zhu Heng couldn't give the exact reason, but suggested that he could try to lie back in the coffin. After all, he had slept in it for a long time, so he might be more accepting psychologically.
The method might be good, but Rutius would never try it unless he had to.
That's the vampire's coffin, and he's the vampire hunter...
used to be.
He closed his eyes, and some messy memory fragments began to infest him, which has often happened recently. He kept recalling the towering structure of the temple, the bell tower, the pigeons, and the huge silver cross with thorns, carefully crafted by skilled craftsmen. At sunrise, the silver cross casts a shadow against the light, shrouding the square in front of the temple, and devout believers bow down and pray.
He felt that the memory fragment this time seemed to be a little longer. The old self was preparing to start a day of study and training. Before leaving, he glanced at the silver cross. Suddenly, the young saint found a black mist floating on the horizon in the distance.
That is the undead canopy of the Lich.
The sky shrouded the location of the temple, the light was squeezed out, and only the thick darkness spread. The temple sounded the alarm for the first time, countless elite hunters rushed out, the priest chanted the incantation of protection, and the light on their staff swayed like fireflies in the black tide.
Under the sky, the girl lich flicked her scepter, and a large number of priests fell. Then the huge shadow skipped the lich and glided to the top of the temple where the glorious silver cross of thorns was.
Vampire, batwing, befriending the lich, able to resist the brilliance of the silver cross...
Arecio!
"Ruzius, child, come with me!" His teacher pushed in the door, his voice hurried but still steady.
"This is a rare opportunity for you to observe. We will assign the most elite hunters to fight against him. Of course, those hunters are far inferior to you in the future. You are only the blade of the blood prince." The old man said and brought him here. Going to the sloping tower facing the Silver Cross in the distance, he issued an order through the remote crystal.
"Counterattack!"
Many magic cannons fired together, the holy light illuminated everything, and the priest who was replaced again sang again, but this time the girl lich did not move, only the blood clan still kept their eyes on the silver cross, the bat wings behind him began to change angle, he was ready to landing.
"Evil vampires! Must be condemned by God!" The most outstanding hunter rushed forward. The temple not only trained hunters for a certain powerful dark creature, but also trained many ordinary hunters extensively, many of them. The outstanding one is now facing the hunter Amon, who is at the same time as Ruzius.
The hunter roared and rushed towards the blood clan. His hooks, magic and swords all carried a never-ending killing intent. He thought that after so many years of training, at least... at least he had the strength to fight...
The blood clan teleported behind him, all the attacks failed, and he even said some gossip with ease.
"… your name?"
The hunter's pupils shrank immediately, and Rutius, who was quietly watching in the tower, also clenched his fists tightly.
He didn't understand what the emotions were surging in his heart at this time, he only knew that a strong sense of suffocation grabbed him. In this memory, he thought he was angry and unwilling for his dying companion. I started thinking that way until...
"Ya... Meng... "
The blood race smiled gracefully. When he laughed, he would show a little point of his fangs, and his dark rose-colored pupils were also in high spirits.
"Good name." The blood race praised with a smile, "It's suitable to be engraved on a tombstone."
The hunter was caught off guard, and the vampire disintegrated all his defenses with one blow. The hunter was shoved deep into the ground of the square and twitched a few times, but he didn't die.
The blood race has undoubtedly released water, why? Ruzius thought together with the self in his memories, if it was him just now, if he faced the blood clan, he would have done better, he would have defended the blow, and even had the opportunity to fight back, he would definitely let his pride fly. The blood clan fell to the ground, and they definitely wouldn't leave the arena in such an embarrassing manner.
Why is he not allowed to face the blood clan now? !
He must... He must...
The saint's fingertips digged into the wooden window edge, and now Ruzius, who was watching this memory, read out his own heart.
[I was asked by the name of the word, the book, it was me.]
He has sinned.
he is-
jealous.
Arecio worried all night, and finally slept while worrying. After waking up, he temporarily put this worry aside and began to think about what to eat in the morning.
Ellie has been more at ease with him recently, and the childcare center is very safe, so she no longer reports to his room every day, but makes an appointment to meet in the cafeteria. Arecio went to pat the door next door. After a while, the saint opened the door in neat clothes. It seemed that he was ready, but the blue and black were becoming more and more obvious.
"Stay up late again?" Arecio clicked his tongue twice, "Humans are different from vampires. No matter how I endure, it won't show on my body, so you should stay up less."
The saint was silent for the first time, without any intention of replying to him, Arecio frowned suspiciously, and suddenly leaned in front of the saint.
"God... Rutius, what's wrong with you?"
Hearing his name being spoken from the blood of the blood clan, the saint's body trembled slightly, then lowered his eyelashes to hide the change in his expression.
"It's nothing," he replied as calmly as possible. "Last night I remembered something from the past, about you... destroying the Silver Cross."
This was one of Arecio's achievements, he still remembered it, and nodded happily upon hearing this.
"I remember that too."
Ruzius's hands clenched tightly, he told himself not to ask or not to ask, this would only deepen his sins again, but despite his rational advice, he pretended not to care and asked:
"I'm a little curious, why didn't you kill the hunter."
After asking, he immediately stared at the expression of the vampire. He expected the expression that Khan Duohan might have, or suddenly realized, or smiled slightly, but he found that what he expected was wrong...
Because the blood race was at a loss.
He had to add some more, nominally as a reminder, but in fact he was extremely concerned about every piece of it.
"You asked his name and let him go."
Arecio thought hard for a while before laughing: "Is there such a thing? To be honest, I don't even remember this person, what did I say at the time? I'm 90% sure, even if I ask the name, It's just to make a harsh statement."
[It's a good name... suitable for engraving on a tombstone.]
Luzius felt his wrinkled heart relax like never before. He glanced sideways at the vampire next to him, showing his pointed fangs because of a little smile, and a pair of deep rose-colored pupils stared at him. The tattoo of embracing roses filled his entire face with a kind of beauty unique to dark creatures.
The vampire didn't remember the hunter, or even that it happened.
"So, what's that person's name?" Arecio was a little curious when asked.
"... There's no need to tell you."
The saint quickened his pace and left Aresio, who was a little dazed, behind. Arecio buffered in place for a while, and suddenly became angry.
"Crazy! Then what are you doing for me to recall the past?!"
He took back the words he thought he was crazy about before! This is a neuropathy! Is it fun to hang him? !
Luzius listened to the swift steps behind him to keep up with his movements, and took a deep breath to suppress a smile that almost floated on his lips. His left eye still warned him of sharp pain, but this time, he chose to ignore it.
He remembered the follow-up to that memory from last night—
The silver cross of thorns fell heavily to the ground, and the believers wept loudly around the corpse of the cross. His teacher was also among them, tears slowly flowing down the old cheeks, and when he raised his face again, it was already a deep hatred.
A monster with a lion body and a scorpion tail slowly walked out of the black mist behind the lich. It was also shedding tears of hatred, with its front paws in front, and bowed deeply to the vampire.
This is the King of Manticores, the tower built by Queen Daleway, forged with the tails of her people, and the vengeance of the blood race for its tribe.
Because he was looking at the memories, he could clearly see the expressions on everyone's faces, the hatred, cowardice, fear and ulterior motives. He remembered what the vampires had asked him to think about. He had committed a crime himself. Even if his teacher and friend had a firmer belief than him, the chance of cultivating malice could not be said to be zero.
He still had a lot of time to think, and to confirm it in his own memories.
The world is no longer pure white in his eyes.
He himself is the source of the stain.
In order to welcome the arrival of Arecio, the army raised a gray curtain to ensure that the sun would not hurt the vampires. Arecio finally ended the topic of neuropathy and insomnia before getting off the bus. If he hadn't gone to the medical office before departure, he would have been kept in the dark by the neuropathy. Of course he listened to Zhu Heng's suggestion, and planned to treat the neuropathy tonight. Press the coffin back to see the situation.
The old marshal had some business temporarily, and he could only meet them at noon, but he specially arranged for the adjutant to take them for a brief tour. Arecio looked at the emblem with the head of the griffin in the military, raised his head and asked:
"Any griffins here?"
Griffins are very different from manticores, probably like police dogs and huskies in comparison. Griffons are naturally good at following orders, possess crystal walls of magic and fire, and their huge wings make them kings of the sky. A griffin signed a contract and became a partner in honor and disgrace.
Arecio remembered that there was a neurotic once, and he was lucky to live three hundred years and died.
After all, the temple will freeze the neuropathy, but it will not spend a lot of effort to freeze the griffin.
"Yes. Although the headquarters does not have a large-scale gryphon training ground, there are also small venues for gryphons to live." The adjutant introduced, "If you are interested, I will report to the marshal and take a look in the afternoon."
Arecio's eyes lit up at the sight of the neurotic, and he simply nodded.
Just go, although he sees visual fatigue, at this stage of neurosis, he should have never seen a griffin.