"When did you start to doubt?" Arecio asked. In his opinion, Zhu Heng is still a pretty good person. He used to make soup for him. His craftsmanship is superb, but...
The cool nature of the blood race will make him prefer interesting people, but it will not make him trust interesting people. Because it is very difficult for a vampire to die, especially Arecio who has obtained a special favor. The conventional method of killing vampires does not even work for him, so as long as the person is interesting enough, he can even keep a murderous person by his side. ten years.
However, he really didn't feel any killing intent in Zhu Heng, and he didn't know how the neuropathy was judged.
"When I came back from the Griffin training ground in the military, I started to investigate." Ruzius said, "Anyone who came into contact with you before going there, even if they passed by, had a chance to sprinkle the powder that angered the gryphon. Marshal Olsen found two people with thorns and tattoos in the military, but these two people had no contact with us."
"So there are people in the nursery center..." Arecio thought for a moment, he also went through the people he met every day in his mind in an instant. He didn't remember most of the people's names, but he could remember every one of them. A face, even the slightest breath and emotion that the other party shed when they just touched.
"But I didn't..."
He didn't realize that anyone was malicious to him.
"The temple has corresponding methods, specifically for some dark creatures who are sensitive to emotional will." Ruzius took a deep look at Arecio, "For example, you can't perceive my emotions now, this is special results of training."
"After all, some dark creatures even completely rely on emotional perception to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, such as a water demon, then they must not be perceptible emotions when they are destroyed."
Despite opposing positions, Arecio can really boast about the former temple. The self-evolution of dark creatures is very slow, and the various measures of the temple are new. If it develops for more than a thousand years, the temple can really destroy the vast majority of dark creatures.
"If Zhu Heng is related to the temple of this era, it will be troublesome." Arecio had a headache. "Many dark creatures rely on his guidance, including Lucy. He is also the head of the medical department of the conservation center. , he has been deeply trusted for several years, and just a little doubt from you and me cannot shake him."
Ruzius was silent for a long time, and Arecio was a little puzzled.
"What's wrong?"
"I was thinking, obviously it was my suspicion, but you directly said 'you and me a little doubt'."
Arecio was even more inexplicable.
"Isn't it because you doubted me that you doubted it?"
"Then why do I doubt you and you doubt it?"
"Nonsense, you have doubts, I must doubt!"
"… "
The saint showed an unbelievable expression. He really couldn't understand the blood clan's brain circuit. Is one of the blood clan's judgment criteria his thoughts
"Even if I doubt it, you don't have to doubt it."
"Why?!"
"… "
It makes no sense at all! Rutius took a deep breath, trying to get this logic straight.
"I mean, you can rely on your own judgment, not mine, to doubt."
"Have you registered a patent for your judgment? Why can't I rely on your judgment to doubt?"
"… "
"You are too strange, aren't you?"
Who is it that is inexplicable!
"… well, your suspicions."
Seeing this reluctance to compromise, Arecio was a little angry. He rolled up his sleeves and sat directly on the coffin. Even if he didn't sleep tonight, he had to get this right!
"You dare to say that it's not because I'm not wary of Zhu Heng that you judge that Zhu Heng may hide his emotions. He may have been taught by the temple of this era, so he should be suspected?"
Ruzius pondered for a moment, he would indeed pay close attention to everyone Arecio cared about, and Arecio had a good evaluation of Zhu Heng, and even remembered the bowl of soup he could cook, which was a bit irritating . In that case, the reason for his suspicion was indeed Arecio's attitude. After paying attention, he took the initiative to contact Zhu Heng several times, and realized that he should have a temple tattoo that is of the same origin as himself.
The staff of the temple all have thorn tattoos, which vary according to their functions. He has a high status and can even stab crosses on his body, which is called [Cross Thorns], and he also has a weak sense of lower-level tattoos. Ten thousand years later, the temple tattoos have undergone some changes, and he needs to pay extra attention to capture the existence of the tattoos.
"So the source of the doubt is me." Arecio continued to summarize, and Ruzius nodded slightly.
"So it's actually my suspicion!"
That's right... not right! What bandit logic!
"Let's end this topic." Ruzius didn't want to continue to develop like this, otherwise he would be entangled all night, "Take a step back, you and I doubt."
Arecio grudgingly agreed.
"Okay, let's judge each other, don't argue with anyone... What's the matter with you?"
The most apt generalization has been said casually by the vampire.
He used Arecio's reaction as the judgment standard, and Arecio also used his judgment as the final conclusion. Even if there was a dispute in the process, he would definitely return to the most unified answer in the end. Ruzius didn't know the extent of his relationship with Arecio in the past, but that didn't prevent him from feeling comfortable because of this tacit understanding.
"It's nothing" - he wanted to answer like this, if it was ten thousand years ago when the camps were against each other, even if he realized this tacit understanding, he would definitely answer like this. Can.
Arecio saw the saint suddenly raised his head, and his beautiful sky-colored eyes were immersed in the scent of roses.
"We have a tacit understanding," said the saint.
Arecio seemed to be suddenly scalded by the color in those eyes, he turned his head hastily, and felt that this expression was too weak, gritted his teeth in his heart, and forced himself to turn back and look directly at the saint .
"Of course, for hundreds of years, if there is no tacit understanding, I will break up with you long ago."
The saint smiled faintly, and Arecio rarely saw such a smile from him. Of course, the neuropathy can laugh, but there are always a lot of things Arecio can't figure out in those smiles, which makes him even feel a little scary. But the smile is different now. At least Arecio felt a little bit infected, so his expression became lighter.
"So, what do you want to do?"
"Wait and see." The saint said, "Zhu Heng is a very important pawn. The nursery center is not an easy place to hide. You can wait and see what he wants to do, but if his goal..."
"It's me." Arecio replied, "That would be a pity."
"Yes, it's a pity."
If you really try to start with the three generations of blood, the results must be very interesting.
"I won't disturb your rest, I'll go back first if I have news." Arecio jumped off the coffin, landed lightly, and turned to the saint who was still leaning on the coffin, "Are you still unable to sleep? No way. If the dosage is increased, at least Zhu Heng will not harm you in this regard."
The saint closed his left eye and nodded slightly. Arecio intuited that he was hiding something. He was very familiar with this attitude of concealment. The person sitting in front of him seemed to have become the hazy neurosis of the past. He looked at him with eyes he didn't understand, and kept his mouth shut. some words.
Now it's the same again, he knows that the mental illness is more important than the average person, and he can understand it. But he feels that it is different now. The neurotic has lost the memory of the past, and it has become less distorted. They do not have to be hostile. They just exchanged information about the common enemy. Start.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
he finally asked.
Just one more question, he thought, if it's the same as before, then so be it.
There was silence, and the saint turned his head to hide his left eye, as if he was holding back something. Arecio took a deep breath and let it out again, and the simulated human senses began to stop gradually because he felt tired. The false beating in his chest gradually slowed down as he left step by step, his hand touched the door of the room, and the last heartbeat finally stopped slowly.
No amount of imitation can come close to human beings, and the inherent concept is difficult to change. Perhaps this is the doomed gap between him and the neuropathy.
The door opened, and the light from the outside came in. Immediately, the darkness of the room would be left behind, along with the dim years of 10,000 years ago.
"… Arecio."
The heartbeat begins to recover.
The blood clan's footsteps stopped, this was the first time he heard the saint call his name since the recovery.
Arecio turned back, the saint still leaned against the coffin and did not move, covering his left eye with one hand. He couldn't help but take a few steps back. He had never seen a neurotic look like this before, and a broken hand wouldn't hurt.
"Do you remember the question we discussed, 'The light is good, the temple is good'."
Arecio recalled for a while, thinking about this, and wanted to laugh a little.
"Have you been struggling with this? I'm just saying it casually. After your memory is restored, you will naturally take the initiative to question the temple. Don't be in a hurry..."
"But I'm already questioning it now."
Arecio looked at the printed document handed to him by the saint, with a large section of sketch marks on it. Arecio took the document, it was about the balance of light and dark. Since his recovery, he has seen too many such topics, and this article is nothing special, so Arecio raised his head in confusion.
"Is there any problem? Isn't it just talking about... The imbalance of light and darkness, calling for the protection of the dark forces?"
Ruzius nodded slightly, and the platinum-gold half-length hair that was tied up scattered a few strands and fell on his shoulders.
"However, the imbalance of light and darkness is the status quo. The reason for this is that scholars of this era can only make guesses. I also found some clues when I rebuilt the myth of the ancient goddess Frena."
Arecio noticed that his hands were slowly clenching into fists, clearly in a state of extreme unease, a neurosis he had rarely seen. The other party is usually inscrutable, unpredictable, or a headache for him.
"It is of course impossible for scholars of this era to study the reason, because they do not know the deployment of the temple ten thousand years ago. That plan existed before I was born, and I only thought it was a simple plan to weaken the dark camp, only But it can finally be implemented in my era..." Ruzius's voice was already slightly unstable, he took a deep breath to calm the grief and anger that was about to overflow, "The thousand-year plan of the temple will end in your and my era. , which is the source of the collapse of the balance.”
"Guarded by werewolves, Behemoth of the Earth."
"Protected by the Lich, Leviathan of the Sea."
"Dedicated by the eastern branch, the perching branch of the sky."
Arecio also reacted, and his pupils shrank.
"What the goddess gave birth to... the dark three pillars... I thought it was just a myth..."
"I thought so too." Ruzius said, with a slight sarcasm flashing in his eyes, "until now, the result is in front of me. The temple fulfilled its long-cherished wish ten thousand years ago, and the three clans are almost extinct, and the three Of course the column collapsed."
He knocked down the stack of documents on the coffin, and the white papers were scattered all over the place.
"So, the fire and rain wiped out the world."