When Arecio opened a package of snacks in the room, he clearly felt the fluctuation of undead magic. He smiled and planned to browse today's interesting things while nibbling on snacks as usual, and suddenly felt as if he had forgotten something.
He thought hard for a while.
I remembered!
He immediately went to pat the door of the neurotic next door, silently, and the owner of the room had not returned. He swirled around the door angrily for a while, and began to message the neuropathy.
Arecio: What do you mean? !
After waiting for a while, the message always showed "unread". Arecio bombarded dozens of messages in a row, and finally got tired. With a stubborn and experimental mentality, he opened the transfer page and turned the neuropathy again. pen money.
Isn't it time to look at the portable optical brain? Regret it! He immediately withdrew the transfer! wait for him...
[The other party has received your transfer.]
… on.
Arecio: ? ?
What a dog operation! Too dog! Are you kidding him if you are free to receive transfers but not read the information? !
He immediately sent a message to Ellie, inquired about the location of the neuropathy, and killed him angrily.
On the other hand, Rutius turned off his light brain, and he was in a happy mood. His eyes turned back to the notebook spread out on his lap. The notebook belonged to his former self, and now he can open the next few pages. As he expected, the process of breaking the Cross of Thorns was indeed recorded, with some information about the lich who came with the blood clan, but...
On the normal notes, there are obviously handwriting added later. The later fonts can vaguely see his current style, but it is more slanted and sharp, with words and phrases entangled in the blanks of each page, or repeatedly sketching some words with different colors of ink, and some places are not even controlled. It ripped the paper like a slap in the face.
[He is so cute.]
[Want to kiss his fangs.]
[I saw his wings.]
[Eyes... Eyes...]
There was more, the words frantic, almost making Rutius wonder if he was the one who wrote them, because the one who wrote them was more like a lunatic.
His fingertips ran across the last line, it was normal he wrote it in a calm tone—
[I don't care if the vampire treats me as a plaything.]
And crazy he added-
[I'll be the funniest one.]
"Mr. Ruzius, it has been confirmed, you have worked hard." The staff came out and thanked him. Today's recording went very smoothly. This saint from 10,000 years ago has the calmest voice, which is particularly suitable for narrating history.
Those of them who participated in the production already knew in advance how incredible and shocking this history is. Although some studies have shown that light and darkness used to be opposites, there is no source, no details, and naturally it cannot give people a sense of reality. This history will surely cause an uproar in the Federation.
Luzius nodded slowly and closed the notebook indifferently. The fairy tale that he dubbed just now flashed in his mind, and the vague guess made his heart heavy, but he was forcibly suppressed.
"When will it be made public?"
"Tomorrow! To be exact... Twelve o'clock tonight! The relevant notice has been posted on the official website!"
"Um."
Saying goodbye to the staff, Ruzius took the less commonly used passage. He was used to thoroughly grasping the surrounding terrain, and he had already figured out where the conservation center could go in the past few days. There will be no Arecio on this road, and the vampire will undoubtedly rush to the air, and then call his communication in a hurry.
About this time.
The saint stopped and stared at the light brain on his wrist. Sure enough, there was a communication request for access, but the object was outside the saint. His brisk mood sank a little, picked up the communication, and said something on the other side, but he was just expressionless.
"Sitting together and talking is really a good way to solve most problems, but I think you have misunderstood Dr. Zhu."
"I didn't think that word was an insult."
Because that is the blood clan, the monarch of the eternal night, the dark creature that will live forever if there is no accident. Not to mention, Arecio is a noble three-generation blood clan, and he also occupies the top position in the social class of the blood clan as tightly as a pyramid. The temple predicts that he is at least a thousand years old, because there have been records showing that Arecio not only has a relationship with the lich. Have friendship, but also know the dragon.
And the last dragon has been dead for at least a thousand years.
For such a long-lived, powerful and beautiful creature to call him a "playmate," Rutius thinks it's almost a compliment.
Of course, he will prove himself. With his powerful strength, he will let the blood clan recognize his opponent's status, treat him differently, or even just look at him. If he wants to kill him quickly, he will be the most...
The saint's hand suddenly trembled slightly, thinking of the madman-like words on the notebook.
[I'll be the funniest one.]
He was stunned for a moment.
He might be… far less normal than he thought.
Arecio fluttered in the studio, he felt like he was sick, and the neuropathy was pouring oil on his head. He walked back with a sullen face. This time, he finally opened the door of the insane. The other party had already made the tea. Seeing him come in, he nodded indifferently.
"I have something to tell you."
Arecio's anger gauge finally burst, he laughed in anger, but his demeanor became calm.
"Have you had fun walking me?"
"… "
The saint looked at him quietly. Silence meant acquiescence. Arecio knew that this neurosis was not as good as it seemed on the surface!
"Not only this time, but also before, at the Griffin training ground in the military department." Arecio's memory improved at this time. The memory of the vampire can't be said to be very good, but it is absolutely enough for revenge!
"Although the old marshal suggested that things about my combat capability should be temporarily hidden, I think it is not difficult to hide..." He fixedly looked at the saint, and suddenly smiled, the tattoo on his right eye became more and more distinct, "As long as I am in It's fine to hit you in a place without surveillance."
The saint stood up immediately, but now he is obviously no match for the serious blood clan. The sound insulation nearby was not very good, but there were no other people living on either side, so Arecio reassured him and slapped him, washing away all the negative energy that this neuropathy had brought to him since his recovery.
After everything subsided, the two sat at the table peacefully again. There was a dark blue in the left eye of the saint, and the corner of Arecio's clothes was burned.
"It seems that you can't draw the holy spear now." Arecio sighed with emotion, "It's so beautiful, I hope you will continue to be so weak."
Ruzius looked cold and took a sip of tea, while Arecio lifted the teacup happily and said:
"I'm in a good mood now, tell me, what's the matter?"
"...The procedures for the real estate have been completed." Ruzius said with a cold face, "The day after tomorrow, we will move out of the nursery center, and we are counting on your speed in picking a house. I am afraid we will face a model house with no decoration on the same day. ."
He threw Arecio a brochure for a two-story building with a garden in the center of the capital. In fact, Ellie gave Arecio a lot of brochures at the beginning, hoping that he could buy real estate in the area specially designated for dark creatures and important personnel. Arecio picked a few places for a while, and turned around to talk about it. Forgot, I just remembered it today.
"I made a reservation in your name before, and you just transferred it to me today, plus the original one on my side, and paid in full." Rutius said, "Please decide on the internal style as soon as possible. Although the current technology is developed, tomorrow Moving in the day after the renovation is also the limit.”
The amount of information in this sentence is a bit large, not to mention how the neuropathy quickly completed the psychological construction to be under the same roof with him in the future, just the neuropathy quietly got an asset, A Lei Western Europe was shocked.
He thought that the saints in the temple would not make much money... After all, someone raised...
"History." The saint said concisely, "because I remember almost everything."
This is a field that Arecio can't get involved in. He does remember some big events, but in the face of the history memorized in a large-scale system by neuropathy, he is really vulnerable. Not to mention that neuropathy has always been quite knowledgeable, those knowledge of thousands of years ago can also be confirmed by some vague confirmations in contemporary times, such as biological evolution, the origin of nations, or geological changes.
In addition, today's people are very yearning for that era, even if they are crazy to engage in film and television and make up a story, they can make money.
After choosing the style, the saint was slightly surprised when Arecio showed the result of his choice to the neuropathy.
"I didn't expect it to be this style. I thought the vampires liked that more..."
Arecio had a gut feeling that he didn't say anything nice, so he asked anyway.
"Which?"
"There will be thunder."
"...do you want your face to be symmetrical?"
Ruzius stopped talking, he had other things to do, staring at the vampire.
"The first short film of the myth has been dominated by Hitomi and will be released the day after tomorrow, so... How do you add the rest of the history?"
"… "
"Not moving at all?"
"… "
Lucius took a deep breath and calmed himself down. It seems that he still overestimates the work efficiency of the blood clan. It should be inefficient at all. No one is staring at him and it will not work at all.
"Bring it here, I'll watch you add."
Arecio opened his mouth and was about to say something, but the saint has simply replied to his words.
"Don't remember anything?"
"Remember! I experienced it myself!"
In the hours before going to bed today, Arecio repented countless times for the big words he had said at the beginning. His head hurts when he recalls, and the history he recalls is still piled up, in Ruzius's words, it is like a dog gnawing.
"I really didn't think of it." Ruzius said sympathetically, "If I knew this, I would not embarrass you."
I remembered intermittently, most of them were forgotten, and what I remembered was easy to confuse... The memory of the blood race is really amazing, which may be the reason for the irresponsible slumber after a while. The history of human beings is fragmented, and the power and The changes are very clear, at least Ruzius has also gained a lot in the process.
Arecio was lying on the table, irritated.
"Her mother is... is... is Iriel..."
"...that's her dead great-grandmother."
"… "
Arecio stared hatefully at the pile of papers on the table. The mess of names and countries was still tormenting him, and related terms kept circling and rushing in his head without stopping for a moment.
He stared, and suddenly sat up straight.
"I don't have a good memory!"
The saint is indifferent.
"Do you have any misconceptions about 'good memory'?"
Arecio wasn't angry either, he pointed at the events he remembered with novelty, as if to outline the trajectory of someone's life. He raised his head again, with a smile in his eyes.
"Look, I remember everything related to you."