The Dark Creature Federation is not affiliated with the Dark Creature Conservation Center, but an independent institution. The alliance only accepts dark creatures to enter, and it is usually only used to communicate with the dark creatures scattered all over the federation, and to hold regular gatherings and hold activities that are beneficial to the body and mind.
After all, for the balance of light and darkness in this world, dark creatures need to be stationed everywhere.
"Look at this again."
Luzius moved his brain, and there was a live broadcast room on the page. The dark elves were humming a song and chopped vegetables to make a mellow soup.
Arecio remembered that the unicorn Andre did say from the beginning that the dark creatures in the conservation center have no ability to live independently, and even have some problems of one kind or another, and some dark creatures basically have independent lives. Ability, as long as the caregiver helps a little, you can live a normal life.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Luzius shook his head slightly as if he knew what he was going to say.
"Don't be too optimistic," he said. "Even if they can live independently, they still enjoy the infinite love from others since they were young. They are gentle and uncontested, even if they encounter abuse... Let me ask you this."
He put the empty cup on the table, and naturally took the milk tea that Arecio hadn't had time to drink, and took a sip.
"If someone were to kill you, Alessi, what would you do?"
Arecio didn't even need to think about it, he simply said:
"Of course he shot him in the head!"
Oh so fierce. Ruzius silently hid the milk tea cup and continued to ask.
"Don't ask for help?"
Arecio looked puzzled.
"What's the matter with others?"
"What if you can't beat it?"
"No... What do you mean? Besides God, there are things in this world that I can't kill?!"
Ruzius paused slightly when he heard the words, and slowly and slowly distanced himself from Arecio. Arecio has a strong confidence in his own strength. He even counted how he could get rid of difficult enemies. When he looked up, he saw that the saint had left half of his living room.
How is it so far away? Arecio was a little strange, and then he felt that his hand was a little empty.
Where's his milk tea? ?
No matter what else, let's kill this madman who stole his milk tea first!
The current neuropathy can't beat him, and Arecio easily knocked him down, grabbed the milk tea, and looked down on the neuropathy condescendingly. The neuropathy was as expressionless as ever, but said sincerely:
"It's late, I've already drank."
His attitude is very magnanimous, and he seems to be certain that even if he is beaten, Arecio's milk tea is destined to belong to him. He even stretched out his hand, motioning for Arecio to return the cup of milk tea to him obediently.
Arecio: …
He looked at the madman, and old hatred and new hatred surged into his heart. His anger grew from his heart to his courage. He picked up the cup of milk tea and drank it cleanly. At the end of his mouth, he wanted to give the neurotic a provocative glance, but found that the other party was staring at him in a daze.
up.
Arecio was so regretful that he wanted to bite his tongue, but it was done, and the other party kept staring at him all the time! The tips of his ears began to turn red uncontrollably, his face was hot, he opened his mouth to say something, but his fangs accidentally bit his lips, and even his body trembled slightly because of embarrassment.
The saint who was pressed to the ground by him was silent for a while, as if he was going to say something, he picked up a pillow and pressed it back.
Forget it! Explode!
When Lucius was finally able to get up from the ground, the vampire had already shrunk into the quilt on the sofa, and the silhouette looked depressed. He coughed lightly, and the quilt wriggled and shrunk in, and there was not even a single seam.
He thoughtfully returned to the original topic.
"So, Aresi, you are different from the dark creatures in ten thousand years."
"The highest priority is never asking for help, you will take your destiny into your own hands."
"However, the Dark Creature Federation is still an entry point that can be tried."
After a while, the vampire in the quilt seemed to nod slightly, and after a while, he reached out and dragged the light brain next to him, presumably looking for relevant information. Ruzius walked over, and the quilt was immediately tightened, so he asked as normal as possible.
"Cup, I'll wash it."
The vampire silently handed the cup to him, then retracted it.
Rutius came to the sink with two cups. He was more used to hand washing, so he installed this thing. He turned on the faucet and flicked the rim of the radish cup with his fingers, but hesitated slightly. Turning his back to the blood clan, he raised his hand and covered his lips with his fingers to hide his difficult expression.
… up.
Under the quilt, Arecio the cat fell into deep thought after asking Ellie about the Federation of Dark Creatures. This organization has also passed some decisions, such as how to place dark creatures who cannot live independently, and the Federation respects their decisions very much. However, because the dark creatures in the ten thousand years later are pure and indisputable, the Federation is far from being an independent force.
But Arecio is, after all, the third-generation prince of the blood clan. He rose to a high position in the complex and entangled factional struggle within the blood clan, and he soon had a charter in his heart. After thinking about it, he ruffled the quilt and carefully observed the outside.
The neuropathy is gone, and a cup of freshly brewed milk tea is steaming on the table. After hesitating, Arecio took a sip of the milk tea, which was fragrant and sweet.
He decided not to persecute the neurotic radish for the time being.
After deciding on the target, Arecio's mobility returned. Ellie said that a vice president of the Dark Creatures Federation happened to be at the conservation center and could meet. Arecio immediately decided to go, and he made an appointment with Ellie.
The sensory neuropathy should be in the upstairs room, and Arecio went upstairs and knocked on the other side's door.
"Get up! Go to work! I can't go if you don't go!"
The feng shui took turns, and Ruzius, who was making a hand account in the room, sighed deeply, got up helplessly, and had to brush the cup before leaving.
Rutius: ... miserable.
Ellie closed the chat interface with Arecio, and then started to contact. She politely sent a message to the dark creature of the East Branch and the caregiver of Zombie Zhen. After explaining the situation, the other party readily agreed and made an appointment to eat in the cafeteria. An afternoon tea.
The nurse softly informed me of today's itinerary to me who was still brushing my pupils. I, who was lying on the bed in a relaxed state, suddenly stiffened, and when I looked back, I repeated it in disbelief.
"Alessi... ask me out?"
"Yes." The nurse said with a smile, "Because you said before that unless His Highness Arecio took the initiative to find you, he would never follow him again. I think this invitation is in line with your requirements."
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the zombie with the paper talisman on his head suddenly get up from the bed and turn around for a while, rushing towards the closet while pulling his hair.
"Ah, tell me sooner! Where's my new clothes? Where's my shiny hair rope?"
The nurturer watched him turn around and was a little confused, she thought I hated His Highness Arecio.
"I don't hate it! I don't hate Aresi at all!" I stopped moving, covered my face, and moaned, "Because I have sent many messages and they have been rejected, I can follow them all the way in the center. Lost, I couldn't find any chance to play with him at all, that's why I said that... I'm sorry!"
"I actually envy Helgodon and Lucy, and I really want to play with Aresi..."
Zhen dug out his new clothes from the closet, and the nurse helped him put on the complicated outfit and tied the shiny hair rope with feathers. There is a flying bird in the east, so no matter traditional clothing or decoration, there are elements of feathers and birds. After taking care of myself, I straightened my messy hair and looked at the nurse nervously.
"I'm… okay now?"
"You are very beautiful." The caregiver praised without hesitation, "His Royal Highness Arecio will definitely like you very much."
I finally let out a long sigh of relief.
He lowered his eyelashes, his shiny hair rope draped over his shoulders, and his fingertips tugged slightly at his wide sleeves.
"Alessi is really handsome." He looked forward, "You know, the first time I watched his live replay, I thought he was different from other dark creatures."
I raised my hands, these were soft hands that had never suffered any pain, since he was conscious, he had never tasted any pain.
"Aresi's hand is different from mine. It must have been a hand that held a weapon, and even protected his own hand from some bad things."
"In the beginning, I couldn't believe it. When a dark creature encounters something, just ask for help. There will be many people willing to help. How can it be so difficult for a dark creature to rely on itself."
"But Alessi, don't ask for anything, and don't ask for help."
The nurturer was confused again, and in her opinion, Arecio's approach was undoubtedly strange.
Zhen smiled slightly, and he turned around in the mirror to confirm that he was really good-looking enough to meet Arecio. He glanced at his watch, although there was still more than half an hour before the agreed time, and he was very close to the cafeteria, he still decided to leave now.
Because he really respects Arecio, and if he can, he also wants to…
He passed by the long corridor full of floor-to-ceiling windows, and his line of sight floated outwards, the green emerald inner sea, and the kingfisher flying in the calm sea. His eyes chased the bird all the way up to the zenith until he could no longer see it.
"Mr. Zhen, it's too sunny over there, come here and drink some water?"
The nurturing man is conscientious, calling him from the side of the shadow.
A little regret flashed in his heart, but I was always considerate, and with a smile on his face again, he turned and walked away towards the nurse.
"Here comes..."
"... me?"
He walked towards the nurturing steps, and stopped abruptly because of this sound. He turned around in astonishment, and the vampire with black hair and red pupils was walking towards him along the side of the sun. The gray curtain is there, the filtered light will not harm the photophobic race, but the dark creatures are not naturally fond of light, and he has heard the little exclamation of his caregiver.
"His Royal Highness Arecio! Come here! There is water here too!"
"No, thank you." Arecio simply refused, turning his gaze to the zombie standing in front of him wearing a unique oriental costume. The other party looked at him blankly, a little blank, the paper charm on his head was sideways.
"I think it's not the first time I've seen you. You've been with me for a while," Arecio said calmly, "but I think I still have to formally introduce myself to you."
"Alessio, just call me Aresi."
He stretched out his hand to me—
"Hello, I."
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, on the emerald sea, a group of divine kingfishers fluttered their wings into the clear sky. I don't know why, but at that moment, I really wanted to stand with Arecio, and he did that too.
He stepped into the light and held Arecio's outstretched hand.
"I am me."
His pupils reflected the shadows of sunny days and flying birds behind the blood clan.
"The emperor's, that I."