The saint's eyes trembled slightly, he raised his eyes, the dark-haired and red-eyed vampires were reflected in the bright sky. He traced this outline carefully, engraved it in his heart, and compared it with the information the temple had provided him, with the notes and rumors he read and recited day and night.
It turned out that this was Arecio, the three-generation blood prince, who he hunted.
The last sentence is currently in doubt.
Arecio showed his fangs uncontrollably. His fangs were shorter than the average blood clan, and he didn't seem to be intimidating at all. It only showed that he was very angry. It was the first time since he had woken up that he had expressed his personal emotions so vividly, albeit negatively.
Arecio has calculated in his head that he doesn't know how many ways to beat the opponent. For example, he will immediately open his wings and use the huge impact force to push the neuropathy to the wall over there. As long as Arecio hurts this neuropathy and sees blood, it will be his home court!
But…
The fangs pressed against his lips, causing a sharp pain. With the pain, Arecio took a deep breath and let it out slowly. This imitation of human physiology worked, and his anger was temporarily cooled.
"Explain clearly," said the angry vampire, "I will follow the agreement and give you a chance to explain."
This was his appointment with the neuropathy. At that time, the neuropathy could not be called a neuropathy, and it was quite normal... Maybe it was just what Arecio thought was normal. The normal neurotic is definitely not likable, but a very reliable friend, and they are all confused about the world in which they exist.
[I think we can agree on at least one thing.]
Under the broken rose window, their secret meeting place, the saint said.
[No matter what happens in the future, even if you do the greatest evil, I will suppress all anger and listen to your explanation.]
How did he answer then
[…What you can do, don’t think I can’t do it.]
He can do it!
Andre had already stood up, and he judged from Arecio's intense emotions that there might be a conflict. Even though one side was a revivalist from the bright camp from 10,000 years ago, protecting Arecio was still his highest priority.
But unexpectedly, Arecio suppressed his anger and even asked to hear the other party's explanation.
This is rare. There are many tragedies caused by temporary emotions. It is obvious that the two sides can avoid irreversible consequences by sitting down and talking. Arecio is willing to calm down, which is really rare.
The sage's beautiful blue eyes stared at the blood clan quietly, not showing the slightest emotion.
"Why did you suddenly provoke a war? Your previous promise of peace talks was deceiving me? Didn't we discuss and reach an agreement to avoid war as much as possible... Do you still think the hatred between the two sides is not deep enough?!"
Arecio felt betrayed and humiliated. This was the question he was most concerned about. As for the death of the other party, he had to drag him into the coffin.
But there was one more thing he had to ask, even if it was... even if it was...
"That blood crystal..." Arecio lowered his voice and glanced at Andre and Ellie who were still in the room.
Although the two were a little worried, they still left the room with great respect, leaving only Arecio and the saint in front of him.
Arecio's eyes flickered, this question was too shameful for him.
"That blood crystal... what do you... mean... "
"... What?" The saint finally spoke, as if he really didn't understand what he was talking about.
The red pupils of the blood clan suddenly widened! He approached the saint at a speed that was difficult to grasp with the naked eye, and the saint reacted extremely quickly. When Arecio's fingertips were about to touch his chest, the musket wrapped in pale gold patterns was also aimed at the heart of the blood race. .
This action, which directly turned the situation into a confrontation, confused Arecio. With his neurotic abilities, he should have avoided his previous raid and even launched a counterattack. That field is too annoying.
In other words, he felt that the neurosis was a little… weakened
"Don't pretend to be stupid! You know what you're doing! How did you send that blood crystal... into me..." Arecio couldn't say anything even if he died. He was already on the verge of detonating, and he strongly suspected this madness. It's deliberately pretending to be silly to tease him.
The blood crystal that melted on his tongue was clearly used by this neuropathy... using the tip of the tongue...
But the saint still just looked at him silently.
"I don't understand what you're talking about?"
"you!"
Arecio is about to explode in situ, this time it will not be just a test, he is really going to do it!
The saint pondered for a while and said slowly.
"But I've never really seen you."
"I just got to know you from various aspects for quite a long time, including fanciful ranger novels and boastful personal biographies... It can be said that I will accept, even memorize, all the materials that claim to be related to you."
The saint slowly raised his sky-colored eyes and looked directly at the red pupils of the blood clan.
"Everything I study, magic, swordsmanship, calendars, logic, astronomy, mathematics... is only valuable because of your presence."
"—In order to hunt you down, I will do whatever it takes to kill you."
"This is my current state, but..."
The saint's expression finally became solemn.
"Why do they say dark creatures..."
"Precious and cute?"
Arecio even forgot to retract his fangs, staring blankly at the saint who seemed puzzled in front of him. He wondered if he had been tricked again, but the level of scripting the neuropathy was far from being so high, and the way he looked at himself was not right. When the neuropathy looked at him before, his eyes were always on fire.
Combined with what the neuropathy said, Arecio had an absurd guess.
"You haven't seen me yet?"
"Yes."
The sage answered cheerfully, out of trust in personal judgment. He had already woken up when the blood clan opened the coffin, and he did not attack rashly when he realized that the blood clan was beside him. He planned to move after the temple church. He didn't know what happened to let himself in the temple's secrets fall into the hands of the blood clan, but since the blood clan didn't do anything, he could keep vigilance secretly and listen to the trend by the way.
However... His hunting target seemed equally dazed at first.
Even trying to shake him up to shatter the three views together.
Arecio thought it was absurd. He didn't know the arrangement of the temple, and most of these arrangements would not be implemented, so he could only calculate the years when he was awake at the same time as the insane... about a hundred years.
This hundred years is a real hundred years. In fact, if you really want to calculate it, it should be hundreds of years before and after. Because the vampires often fall into a deep sleep due to boredom or other reasons, at that time, the temple will freeze the hunters that they have carefully cultivated until the vampires wake up again and start activities.
After all, human life is too short, and hunters who have vigorously cultivated for a certain blood race can only use this method to give full play to their full value.
"It seems that you already have an idea." The saint said firmly.
"There's something wrong with your memory."
Arecio stared at him and slowly withdrew his hand, as if he was not afraid that the saint would suddenly shoot. It was only after he had withdrawn that he realized that he should have been more cautious about the neurosis of this period.
But the withdrawal was withdrawn, and he had a sullen face, as if nothing happened.
The saint paused for a while, and slowly retracted the gun. The weight of the gun was different from the one he originally used, which made him more convinced that something incomprehensible had indeed happened to him. After waking up, the so-called people who lived 10,000 years ago could not answer him, only the blood clan in front of him. Can.
"To be precise, it's only awake. You have no memory for nearly a hundred years." Arecio added and subtracted in his mind to convert the human calendar ten thousand years ago. However, there were several kingdom changes in the middle, and he often fell asleep. How to pay attention, it should fail.
"Are you familiar with the blood race calendar now?"
The saint paid attention to the "now", which meant that he was familiar with the past.
"familiar."
This is his homework.
"The year I saw you was 3164 of the Blood Moon Calendar. At that time, I went to break the silver cross above the Temple Cathedral, and the Temple sent you to stop me."
It was later than the time scheduled for him by the temple, the saint pondered, this should be due to the delay in the blood race.
But he also cares about another thing...
"Has the silver cross been broken off?"
Arecio, who was trying to remember the year, was very tired when he heard the words, and the neuropathy began to shift his focus from this time.
"Break it in front of you!" He replied angrily, seeing the corner of the saint's mouth tightened across the face, he must have made a note in his heart.
He also wanted to break up on the spot with this small-eyed neuropathy!
There was a careful knock on the door. I was afraid that the people outside were worried that there would be a fight inside. More precisely, they were afraid that the precious dark creatures would be hurt. Arecio didn't know what kind of weak existence the dark creature was in their eyes. After a while, he was very worried, so he had to speed up his speech.
"We'll talk about the details later. The year we slept was the 3501st year of the Blood Moon Calendar, around the day of the Resurrection Day. If you have doubts about your physical condition, ask them to arrange an examination for you. I saw it on the contract before. similar projects."
He finished speaking in a hurry and opened the door. Besides Andre and Ellie, there were actually a few more staff members wearing special dark clothes outside.
Arecio saw the tools they hid with sharp eyes.
This is the plan to... break the door? Breaking the door and beating the neuropathy
"It looks like you're fine." The white-haired unicorn smiled slightly, "That's great, the atmosphere between the two of you was not very good before. According to the operation manual of our center, the time spent between dark creatures and dangerous people Preferably no more than ten minutes."
Arecio: "… "
He looked at the "dangerous people" who declared the identity of the bright camp in every strand of hair around him, and the saint also pursed his lips, looking just as incredible as him.
Are you a faction? Don't fight infighting!