The manticore is easy to handle, and Arecio licked the wolf cub and slapped off a small handful of fallen hairs. He clumps these hairs at will, and throws them back into agile bats, so the manticore must be…
"Ow!"
The manticore did not chase after raising its claws, but turned around and ran, as if it was not a bat but some psychological shadow. The manticore remembered the person who stole the button, and then took a slight sniff, smelling the smell of the terrifying person on the blood clan.
So it picked up its tail and was chased by the bat without looking back.
Arecio: …
There seems to be something wrong, but at least the goal is achieved.
What made Arecio embarrassed was the night bird. Although the night bird was very common in his time, almost all of them were used to serve on the table. As a prince, Arecio certainly wouldn't condescend to do those kinds of breeding. kind of creature. He doesn't even know what Night Bird usually eats, and of course it's impossible to know how to make the hunger strike Night Bird change his mind. He…
Arecio's brain suddenly went blank as he saw those squatting on the shelf...
Black ball
Do people in this era have any special hobbies for spheres? Spherical manticores, spherical wolf cubs, and even night birds with long, narrow wings and sturdy bodies can be shaped into spherical shapes.
The black balls are squatting on the shelf, their feathers are fluffy and shiny because of their daily meticulous maintenance, and they move their necks from time to time and make a soft cry. The caregiver next to him immediately took out a wooden tickle and scratched the neck for Yebird. Yebird squinted and enjoyed it, and after a while, he called again, this time for fruit, but after a few bites, he didn't want it anymore, and turned his head. to the side.
Arecio: So fat... no! So lazy!
Closing his eyes and resting, Ye Bird noticed a bunch of gazes, and moved a few centimeters on the clip uneasily. The next piece of fruit was handed to his mouth again, and the night bird stopped thinking too much, took a few bites, and turned his head away in disgust. However, the piece of fruit did not take it back when it found it would not eat it, as before, but placed it firmly in front of its eyes.
Ye Bird glared at the caretaker who didn't catch his eyes, but met the expressionless face of the blood clan.
The toothpick in Arecio's hand poked a piece of fruit, and he didn't give up because the night bird didn't eat it. Instead, he kept a blank face and insisted on handing it to the night bird.
Arecio: Eat.
Night Bird's feathers exploded one by one, and without waiting for the nurse to open up, he bowed his head nimbly, ate the piece of fruit in a big gulp, and then looked at Arecio in a pleasing manner. Arecio, still expressionless and without much praise for his obedience, picked up another piece of fruit.
"Eat." Arecio didn't know what to say at this time, so he said the simplest. He looked around, the black balls on the shelf collectively exploded into thorn balls, and he hurriedly lowered his head to find something to eat. Two of them even fought over a piece of fruit, and both rolled off the shelf. Without waiting for the caregiver to pick them up, they climbed up the shelf without saying a word, and continued to look like they were eating and fragrant.
After eating fruit, there is also a staple food. Arecio looked at the meat and vegetarian food in the food box with brightly colored meals, and felt that these night birds might eat better than people, and he didn't know why they went on a hunger strike. He pondered, the regular sound of eating in his ears suddenly turned into the sound of Dangdang pecking at the lunch box. Arecio looked up and saw that the night bird he was feeding had already finished the food in the food box and was pecking desperately. lunch box.
So hungry, why are you still on hunger strike
Night Bird: … Dare I stop me? !
Arecio couldn't help but stretch out his hand. He couldn't hold the night bird with one hand, so he could only half-circle it and squeeze the fat and thin. The feathers of the night bird were also very popular ten thousand years ago. They are cool and smooth to the touch, and the meat is even more... Wait, why are you thinking about breaking the law again!
Ye Bird, who was tested by him to be fat and thin, was about to cry in fright.
The night bird caregiver stared at the night birds who were desperately trying to eat. When the blood clan came, these night birds were actually obedient, it was incredible! He thanked Arecio again and again, and Arecio felt that he had done nothing at all, so he shook his head gently and picked up the wolf cub who was trying to eat the fruit on the ground.
The amount of exercise today is definitely enough.
He should get off work too ORZ
Ruzius also ended his day's work. The Institute of Ancient History accommodated him and Arecio's situation, and specially assigned people to open an office in the conservation center. He had a good chat with several editors, and the work is progressing well. In a few months, the revised part of the history will be available.
Anyway, the job is much less stressful now than it was in the temple.
Ruzius sat in the car in the center and waited for Arecio to go home with him, and then he saw a bloodline of Alexander, who was getting in the car. on the chair.
Arecio sits in the front row, he sits in the back row, which is his carefully chosen position. Ruzius calmly took out his notebook and prepared to record.
"What, the work is not going well?"
"... I'm having a hard time."
"But I heard you did a good job."
Arecio slowly turned his head to look at him, and Ruzius calmly hid the book aside; Arecio turned his head back slowly, and he moved the book back to his lap.
"But I'm almost afraid of work..." Arecio said quietly, "You understand, it's a boomerang and a hunger strike."
"I'm not tired from work, but I'm just so tired..."
"Not only tired, but also weak..."
Ruzius's note-taking hand stopped. For the first time in his life, he could not understand the meaning of Arecio's words. He frowned in confusion, and recalled the chat records of the inquiries from the optical brain. Each record said that Arecio did a good job and solved many problems in the center.
Ruzius: No, we will investigate all night tonight!
The next day, Ruzius opened the breakfast takeaway delivered by the center with the dark circles under his eyes that had been sleeping all night. When the work situation stabilizes, these deliveries can be stopped, and he can buy some materials and make them at home. He waited for a while after taking out the takeout, and then saw the blood clan slowly walk downstairs and sit at the dining table, holding the fork deeply.
Rutius: Continue the overnight investigation!
On the third day, it took a long time for the takeaway to arrive before Arecio went downstairs. He was not in a hurry to eat, so he lay down on the sofa, face down, and his voice was muffled.
"I'll be fine soon... Immediately... Lie down for a while... "
Rutius: Keep investigating!
On the fourth day, Ruzius knocked on the door, and Arecio slowly opened the door, finished breakfast with a blank eye, and went to work at the childcare center.
Rutius: Go on — go on —
On the fifth day, Arecio failed to get up.
Ruzius put the meal away and knocked on the door. He had to find out the truth today, but he was almost exhausted!
"Alessi, go to work."
"Ah, ah, are you a devil!" Something slammed on the door with a thud, and the vampire groaned under the quilt, "We can still live together without mentioning work! If you mention it, you will pull out the radishes in your garden. It's gone!"
"… "
Talk well, why are you persecuting radishes!
"Speak well if you have something to say," Luzius advised, "why take the radish out of anger."
"… "
This time it seems to be a pillow, and it is in the middle of the room door, which is enough to show the anger of the blood clan inside the door.
The saint pondered for a while at the door, and first sent a message to the relevant personnel of the nursery center that Arecio asked for leave. It was really impossible to work in this mental state, and then he knocked on the door again.
"Am I in?"
Ruzius pushed open the door and entered.
There are extremely heavy dark curtains in the room of the blood clan, blocking all the sunlight, the camera rolls behind the door, and the parts of the model bought some time ago are scattered on the ground, it seems that they have no patience to finish it. On the round table in the room, in addition to the incomplete model, there is also a row of small flower pots. Ruzius looked closer and recognized the fragile green seedlings—
All his tomato seedlings.
he said! Ten thousand years later, the crop varieties are so good, and the temperature and humidity of his flowerbed are so suitable, how could it not germinate! It turned out that it was all stolen by Arecio and used as a potted plant in the room!
Ruzius raised his head slowly, and his eyes met Arecio, who was watching him with his head exposed from the quilt. Arecio was startled, quickly tightened the quilt, and wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis again.
"...Explain." Ruzius took the stolen goods and came to the vampire's bed. The quilt wriggled a bit, and finally put on a stubborn stance, which made Luzius laugh angrily.
"Go to work if you don't explain." He grabbed a corner of the quilt, and the vampire fought hard inside and protested.
"The devil! It's not just a few tomatoes!"
"You can guarantee that you haven't thought about radishes? Come out! Go to work!"
"I don't! The devil! Ahhh let go!"
"I can't work if you don't work! Get up!"
Arecio pulled the quilt too tightly and could not pull it apart at all, so the saint had to choose to drag the quilt and the blood family out of bed together. He later realized that Arecio did not choose to sleep in the coffin, and even made himself a soft bed to sleep in. This was very bloodless, and he wanted to take notes.
Arecio was dragged to the ground wrapped in a quilt, dragged out the door, and dragged down the stairs. When his head knocked a few times on the stairs, he actually felt a faint relief.
See, this is the normal life a dark creature should have. The childcare center is too coddled and cautious, and the dark creatures raised are either stupid or sand sculptures. He who has recovered from ten thousand years ago is in it. Although he is grateful, it is not without discomfort.
So he hopes to change some dark creatures so that they can live independently, even if they are not favored, they can live as well as other races.
"But it's difficult." Arecio said, lying on the ground.
Ruzius stopped dragging the quilt and Aresio in the quilt. He looked down at the bloodline lying on his back. There was always a certain fearlessness and pride in the red eyes of the other party, even if he was collectively favored by the people of this era for so long, This light has not diminished in the slightest. In his memories and even now, he never hated this kind of light, because the vampires with this kind of eyes were his opponents, and he was the ultimate goal of his cultivation for many years and exhausted everything to touch.
In other words, such Arecio, he deeply respects.
"I thought there was nothing you couldn't do." He walked away, took the black tea he bought when he moved house from the cabinet, and took a large carton of milk, and asked.
"Drinking milk tea?"
"… drink!"
Arecio was refreshed, he moved from the floor to the sofa, wrapped in a quilt, and tilted his head to watch the saint make milk tea. The air was filled with the fragrance of tea and milk, dispelling his slightly depressed mood due to what he had seen and heard in the past few days.
There is no bad mood that a cup of milk tea can't solve, if there is, two cups!
The sage's milk tea was boiled and poured into a chubby carrot-shaped cup. Arecio didn't know when he bought this cup. He stretched out his hand to pick up the milk tea and took it empty. The sage moved the milk tea from left to right, and then from right to left. Before he got angry, he put the cup into his hand and said word by word:
"Drink the milk tea, don't persecute my radish again."
"… "
Great.
The saint did not sit down, but leaned on the sofa and took a few sips of sweet milk tea.
"No matter how difficult it is, it can be solved." He glanced sideways, and could see the top of the blood of the blood clan, "For the sake of the sugar you gave me, I have an idea here to provide."
"what?!"
Ruzius called up a page from the light brain and handed it to Arecio. Arecio took the milk tea with one hand and took it with the other, only to see a dark icon on the page—
The pupils are the center, and the bat wings are spread on both sides.
The voice of the saint came through the aroma of the milk tea.
"The world in ten thousand years will not only have conservation centers, but also the dark creatures' own organization, called—"
"The Federation of Dark Creatures."