Walking out of the temporary detention room, the platinum-blond saint bid farewell to the military personnel politely and calmly as usual. Zhu Heng's words didn't seem to affect him at all, he was still calm, and his sky-colored eyes were like the surface of a lake without waves.
He did not forget to say goodbye to Marshal Olsen, and brought his own schedule. From tomorrow onwards, he will come to the military department in the morning of every working day, together with the relevant personnel of the military department, to instill in Zhu Heng what he needs to the greatest extent possible.
"Thank you for your hard work." The old marshal said gently, "Please help me convey my thanks and greetings to Arecio."
Ruzius nodded slightly, his face calm. He turned to interrupt his departure, suddenly stopped, and turned back.
"Marshal Olsen, does the military canteen serve cakes?"
Carrying the extra sweet cake, he got into the car that the military sent him to the childcare center. He looked at the table below. At nine o'clock in the morning, Arecio should have arrived at the nursery center, ready to start the day's work. The cake box was on his lap, and the unmanned flying vehicle was taking him to Arecio's place. Ruzius looked at the odometer on the car. The numbers were beating, every tiny change. , which means that the distance between him and Arecio has shortened.
beluga... swan... destined...
Asceticism... Chasing... Entanglement...
He gritted his teeth, feeling the teeth rub against each other, making a tiny noise that only he could hear.
He finally opened the cake box, and the first scoop was heavy cream, spreading over his tongue.
not enough.
He licked off a bit of cream on the corner of his lips, and the second scoop pulled up a large piece of cake filled with rich crimson jam. This rich color reminded him of the eyes of a blood clan. The sweetness finally enveloped him completely, and he bit his spoon, his eyes fixed on the ever-changing mileage.
There is no problem with his education.
When the vehicle stopped, he got out of the car. The refreshing morning wind brought a little mist remaining in the Emerald Inner Sea. He lost the empty box at the garbage collection at the door. There was a sound when the carton was put into the box, and the saint's white cloak had already traveled a long way.
The building seemed to be unprecedentedly vast at this time, and Ruzius stepped forward, almost urgently searching for traces of Arecio.
He is to Arecio…
Around the corner, he nearly bumped into someone. The other party took a few steps back, the tips of the jet-black wings all the way to the calf, the fallen angel with the appearance of a young male immediately apologized to him, Luzius shook his head slightly, he didn't want to stay here too much now.
"I'm so sorry, I'm Crawvinson. I know you, you're the saint who recovered, right? It's a pleasure to meet you."
Crowe... Vincent...
A fragment of some memory exploded in his mind, and he recalled that the owner of this name was also a blood race on the Temple Hunting List. The fourth-generation blood clan, Crawvinson, loyally followed Prince Arecio, and was eventually killed by hunters trained by the temple. This memory happened after the snowy area. He was seriously injured by the angry Arecio and was forced to return to the temple to recover. The front line brought such a great victory.
The hunter who killed Kravenson was surrounded by stars like the moon, and he didn't smile at all at first, but in the congratulations from everyone, a stiff smile gradually climbed up his cheeks. The hunter smiled and accepted all the rewards and pursuits, but after everything was over, Ruzius, who came to learn from him, saw the hunter sitting blankly under the icon.
[Congratulations.] Ruzius said sincerely, [You have succeeded.]
The hunter was silent.
The young sage is confused, the goal of his life has been achieved, and the rest of his life will always be accompanied by glory, why does the hunter seem so...
despair
[I cannot teach you.]For a long time, the hunter's dry voice sounded, [I'm sorry, I just want to be alone.]
[… I am too eager, you should be very tired today, I will come back to ask for your guidance after a star turn.]
Ruzius left, and when he walked to the door, he could still hear the hunter's voice, a long, soft whimper like a wounded beast.
[Why... why did you let me go...]
[Wrong... Wrong...]
[I can not forget you…]
"... Your Excellency?" He didn't reply for too long, and the fallen angel named Crawvinson said suspiciously. The saint slowly raised his head, and the fallen angel smiled at him.
"Nice to meet you, but I do have something to rush to do, so I'm sorry."
The fallen angel walked in a hurry and looked excited. As he walked, he whispered to the nurturing person beside him.
"If I go there now, will I disturb His Highness Arecio's work?"
The nurturer said softly that he would not, he had already contacted Ellie, and His Royal Highness Arecio knew that they were going to pass.
Watching them go away, Ruzius paused and followed, he also wanted to see Arecio. He didn't follow closely, there was a distance of more than ten meters. He saw Arecio, and saw the fallen angel named Crawvinson talking to Arecio with joy. The Vampire's expression was a little shocked and a little dazed. Obviously, he was also very familiar with the name Crawvinson.
Then, the vampire subconsciously turned his gaze to him.
"Can you wait for me for a while?" Arecio was really surprised, he needed to ask the neuropathy immediately if he remembered Crawvinson, so after Crawvinson expressed his understanding, he immediately went to Ruzius's direction come.
"Nerve... Rutius." He lowered his voice. "Do you remember Kravenson? Is this the first acquaintance we've met?"
us…
Ruzius just stared at him silently, making Arecio almost feel like he was scorched by this gaze 10,000 years ago. But this feeling was only for a moment, and Luzius had slowly lowered his eyes and responded to his words.
"Remember, it was the four generations of blood races that were successfully killed by the temple. These people from the past are indeed returning to us one by one."
"But why is this..." Arecio's expression was slightly solemn, he glanced at Ruzius, the saint was expressionless.
"I understand what you mean, I will think about it, and then give you a guess or answer."
Arecio suddenly "Long live" in his heart, which means that he doesn't have to use his brain.
"Then I'll go talk to him, or you can go home and rest first, it's been three nights all night."
Family…
Ruzius still lowered his eyes, not letting the light in his eyes leak in the slightest. The initial sweet aftertaste had almost dissipated, and he felt a kind of exhausted suffocation again, and this suffocation was accompanied by a sense of dust that finally had to admit.
His education...is questionable.
He reaches out to his destiny—
"give me."
[give me.]
The vampire looked at him in confusion, and he took a deep breath.
"Give me... sugar."
[give me.]
Arecio's eyes died for a second, and at the same time he was slightly vigilant. Is this neuropathy coming to him again
He touched his pocket, and it really was there. It was taken from the medical department just now. He took out the candy and was about to hand it over, when he suddenly realized something and quickly retracted his hand. He happily unscrewed the two ends of the candy, and threw it to the neuropathy even more happily.
"Here you are." Seeing the saint taking the candy, Arecio had to turn around to cover up his vicious smugness, "I'll have a chat with Crawvinson, you can go back to rest in the afternoon, I'll help You take leave."
He happily returned to the fallen angel's side.
Looking at the back of his departure, the saint peeled off the candy wrapper, threw the orange-flavored candy into his mouth, and turned the tip of his tongue against the candy in his mouth a few times. When the sweetness filled his senses, he moved the candy. to the teeth.
"Crack".
The candy was crushed, and many sweet shards splattered on his tongue.
There was something wrong with his education.
He is to Arecio…
Truly in love.
Arecio walked halfway, couldn't help but glance back, the original position of the neuropathy was empty. He made fun of himself for being overly nervous, but the burning sensation just now didn't seem fake.
He thought for a while in confusion, then happily put the question behind him for the time being.
Trouble, don't want to.
"It's been a long wait." He greeted Crawvinson, "I don't know if the president is looking for me, what's the matter?"
Yes, the adult male fallen angel standing in front of Arecio is the president of the Federation of Dark Creatures. Arecio previously considered opening a breakthrough from this organization. Unfortunately, this organization has almost been finalized, and there are many dark creatures who have no intention of changing the status quo, which does not meet Arecio's requirements. And just when he planned to integrate the alliance created by me and other dark creatures who wanted to change the status quo, Kravenson took the initiative to find him.
Kravenson lowered his head and moved his wingtips slightly, showing a little restlessness in his heart. He has pale hair, a ray of pure black highlights on his forehead, and the jet-black wings of the fallen angel, which complement each other, and at this time he raised his ochre-red eyes, fixedly staring at Arecio.
"Would you mind choosing an undisturbed place and we can talk?"
This means that even the caregiver is no longer with him. Arecio didn't know what he was trying to say, but he still took Crawvinson to his previous room in the nursery center. There are often robots coming in to dust, so it's very clean. He sat down at the round table and ordered a pot of tea from the cafeteria.
"Tell me, no one will come here, just the two of us."
He saw Kravenson's hand clenched slightly, and then slowly released. The fallen angel took a deep breath and said with courage:
"Please allow me to apologize to you first."
Arecio looked up at him.
"I have followed you for a long time, since your recovery, but I have always had a wait-and-see mentality, and I don't even believe that you will really bring about change." Kravenson held the cup and clenched his hand tightly. Some, "I thought that the dark creatures 10,000 years ago had evolved a little differently, and they couldn't be the same as 10,000 years ago."
"So, I wanted to test you, so I gave you the appointment to teach dark creatures at the center."
Oh, it turns out that this man was behind the operation, so that Arecio got the job that he almost wanted to quit for a second.
"When the center was attacked, the children you taught were all able to act on their own, which is very unimaginable to me." He held the cup more tightly, and his speech suddenly became faster. , "Do you still accept students? I really..."
"Do not."
"Sorry to disturb QVQ"
The fallen angel failed in his apprenticeship. He held the cup in frustration for a while, and then managed to cheer up again.
"Your next plan is to gather as many dark creatures as possible that you want to change? Then here in our federation..."
"No, I don't plan to be involved with the Federation, at least not now." Arecio said, the fallen angel opposite him seemed a little confused, so he explained a few words casually.
"I don't need an organization that has been completely rigid and stereotyped. At present, I don't need a very large organization." Arecio knows how difficult it is to carry out changes in those large organizations that have already formed a stereotype. At the beginning, in order to reorganize the Blood Clan Rose Club, which was once controlled by Theo, he almost killed blood.
In the world 10,000 years from now, he is destined to not be able to make changes with tough means, so he will simply get rid of the framework and start anew from the beginning.
"The current few children, as well as some members of the outer alliance, are enough. When I return from the northern front, I will consider absorbing some dark creatures from the alliance." He leaned slightly, and his deep rose eyes were straight. Staring straight at Crawvinson with a little smile.
"I'm going to swallow up your federation little by little. Even so, are you going to support me?"
Crawvinson seemed to be stunned, and Arecio leaned back directly, his posture was leisurely, but the words he said were not polite at all.
"Soon, the federation will be completely empty by me, who will be in charge of the affairs of dark creatures..."
"It will be the nascent league."
"By that time, the dark creatures will respect federal law, but they will also be independent and self-governing. The nursery center will only be used to raise seriously ill or parentless young dark creatures, and the rest will all move out to live independently. No parenting is required, and recruitment is allowed. Assistant. Enter society and only take basic civic benefits…”
He stood up, rosy pupils gleaming under the shadowy beam. Crawvinson also couldn't help standing up, holding the table with one hand, but he kept thinking about the world constructed by Arecio's words in his mind.
Dignified, independent, powerful...
dark creatures.
He wanted to say something, but was speechless for a while. He had to admit that this was the world he longed for. And the vampire who described the blueprint of the world to him was turning around and looking at him quietly, his fangs showed a little point, and his faint smile made Kravenson seem to be staring at the blade.
"Even so, are you willing to support me?" He called the Fallen Angel's name for the first time.
"Clawson?"
A vague sense of familiarity struck Kravenson, who was sure he had no memory of it, but that didn't affect his answer.
"Yes, I would like to support you," he said, and then smiled. "In my sincerity, I will resolve all legal and public opinion issues that you want to go to the northern front, and I will accompany you to the crisis-ridden northern front."
Arecio suddenly had a bad premonition.
"As a little extra, I really envy the children you teach."
"wait… "
"So, Teacher Xixi?"
Do not! ! !