The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

This was the first time Alessio had entered the saint's room since he regained consciousness, and he was still very curious.The current memory of the neuropathy stays in the period of time when he has a bad relationship with him. He doesn't know how the neuropathy will choose to arrange the room during this time period, under the condition that the center will meet all his requirements.

The room was unexpectedly clean, it didn't look like it didn't have time to decorate, but there was no intention to decorate at all.The saint sat down at the only table, and raised his eyes to look at the vampires who were looking around.

"What are you looking for?"

Arecio asked along the way, "Didn't you ask the center? Although you only live for a few days, at least make yourself a little more comfortable."

"……OK."

"Huh? You're lying! Your taste is obviously not like this." Alessio refused to believe it. "Even if there is no particularly comfortable rest area, at least your sugar bowl should be on the table."

"..."

"I once suspected that you would eat three catties of sugar a day."

Luzius' eyes were dark, and his feeling at this time was somewhat strange.He did think about how to buy a house of his own after completing his mission and retiring, and how to furnish it comfortably, but these blood races shouldn't know.

Sugar is the same, but most of the time when he eats sugar, he feels a lot of pressure, and he needs some sugar to restrain himself and keep himself calm.But the blood clan said that he used to eat a lot of candy a day, so how depressed was he in the past, and what was he suppressing?

It seems that the vampire doesn't know about this question, but fortunately, he has been gradually picking up some fragments of memory, and one day in the future, he will know the answer.

"There are two things." Luzius no longer entangled in the question of sugar or not, and went straight to the point.

"One thing is that my memory is recovering." When he said this, he looked directly at the blood race, intending to warn the other party not to try to deceive him. One day he will remember all the past, and the blood race will have He can expose as many lies as there are.

Arecio just nodded casually, with a frank expression, and suddenly he thought of something, and his face changed slightly.

The cunning vampire, what he told him was really hydrating.Luzius firmly said that he found it strange that the blood race always seemed to have a good relationship with him. They were obviously old enemies who killed each other.

Alessio's brain circuit is not on the same channel as his. He just thought with a little horror, if the memory can be restored, does it mean that the very well-behaved saint in front of him will eventually turn back to that psychopath?Although in this way he can ask the reason why the other party launched the war brazenly, but relatively, he really can't bear that madness.

"The second thing is about the military personnel who came to the door just now." Ruzius said, "Marshal Olsen made a special trip to rush back from the northern front, hoping that I can contribute to the ravages in the north that have not subsided in the future."

Looking at Aresio's expression, he saw a slight daze, not surprisingly.Blood races are always like this, they have too long lives, so they always appear very loose, only focusing on things they are interested in, and this interest usually does not last long.Luzius lowered his eyes. He had learned many lessons about blood races in the temple. He never thought that he could use a blood race as a comparison to prove the authenticity of what he had learned.

It's...funny.

"I thought there would be no wars in the world after ten thousand years." What Aresio saw during this period was all peace and prosperity, not at all like wartime.

"Because it's not serious, it has been completely suppressed in the north." Luzius said, "The power of light in the world is extremely strong now. People convert the power of light in the atmosphere into the light index."

Arecio thought of the Guangming Index that he had seen in the barrage, and another related word seemed to be...

"... light haze?"

"That is the situation after the outbreak. The light will permeate the air in the form of dust, and even the creatures who are inclined to the light will feel uncomfortable in it." The saint skillfully called up the relevant pictures from the light brain, but did not The meaning of turning around to show Arecio was just watching quietly.

"The light haze on the northern front is highly concentrated and has been upgraded to a light collapse. That is the level at which ordinary humans will die in just a few minutes without wearing protection."

A series of thrilling pictures appeared on the optical brain, including the resistance at the front line, and the unfortunately infected soldiers who retreated to the rear. The people in the photos were weakly lying on the hospital bed, and their bodies were covered with large bright spots.

This is one of the consequences of light ulcers, that is, photochemical disease.Some people or light creatures with more light power themselves will show this state once their power is out of control, and some of them will even attract light aliens from the void, and then it will be a complete disaster.

Alessio had already moved the chair to a position so that he could see the screen obliquely. The picture on the screen made him frown slightly, but he didn't feel much fear.

He has experienced too many more tragic battlefields.

"But why..." He heard the sage next to him make a puzzled voice, "Light is good, darkness is evil, good things are overflowing, why do they bring evil results instead?"

"We have been, have been working to fill the world with the radiance of God, why the result is like this..."

The neuropathy is still at the time when he has such cute thoughts... But in the later stage, he can see it more clearly than he does. He obeys the orders of the temple, and he can't see his current conviction at all.

"Because it's wrong."

Without raising his eyes, Arecio opened the candy box given by the old marshal with a "click".

"Both sides are wrong."

Colorful candies are crowded into their own cubicles, which look very sweet.Arecio was struggling with which one to eat, and it was difficult for him to make a choice, so he raised his head and asked the saint.

"Which one do you like?"

"Is the camp you belong to wrong? Is the blood race wrong too?"

"Of course, a group of idiots are clamoring to plunge the world into eternal night. I thought that kind of sick idea would only be produced by children of a certain age... Which one?"

"..."

"Where... a... one?"

"……Orange."

"Ok."

Arecio picked up the candy and threw it into his mouth.

I thought it was for him Saint:...

He forced himself not to think about that candy, and turned his eyes away from the vampire who was happily eating candy.

"The blood race must be happy for His Royal Highness's rebellious ideas."

"Ha, they're so mad." Arecio looked quite happy. Even after a long time, he still couldn't help laughing when he thought of the faces of those blood clan elders, "However, they are also afraid of death. Father's death After that, who would dare to fight against me?"

Luzius paused for a moment. He memorized the blood genealogy, so he naturally knew who Alessio's father was, who was a three-generation blood family.

"That second-generation blood race... is dead?"

The most feared enemy of the temple, the second-generation vampire whose strength is infinitely approaching the gods, and the father who transformed Aresio into a vampire... is dead?

Alessio's interest seemed to drop suddenly. He didn't like to talk about that person very much, and he wasn't in a good mood when he talked about it.But this time it was his first start. He always forgets that this psychopath has no memory of the future, and he is still in a very innocent and lovely stage.

"Let's not talk about him. I already know the two things you said, so you want to go to the military headquarters tomorrow? I have nothing else to do. I will go with you. After all... 1000 meters, right?"

Luzius didn't ask any further questions, and he was destined to get no results if he continued to ask. He nodded, and then took out a stack of paper documents from the desk drawer and handed them to Aresio.Arranging these files was his own idea, so it was not included in the business.

"These things, if you have time, I hope...you can at least stand in your position and pick my fault." He watched the blood clan take the document, looked at it for a while, and raised his head in surprise.

"Is it our history?"

"Yes." Luzius clenched his hand slightly by his side, and then slowly released it. In order to obtain a more objective and correct history, his self-esteem can be temporarily put back.

"History is a compulsory subject for me in the temple. The main historical context has been sorted out here, but what I accept is the revised history of the temple. There may be many revisions and beautification elements, which is not objective enough." He looked at the blood race , "So I hope you can take a look at this history, make supplements and revisions, and we can discuss the controversial points."

Alessio blinked, he had never seen the expression of a psychopath, perhaps because he was not familiar with the neuropathy of this period.The neuropathy at this time is like a true saint, who believes in the light, has a firm stand, and has a very strong sense of responsibility, and is even willing to bow his head to ask for his help.

Overall...it's really cute!

"You've asked so much, so it's not that you can't help you." Aresio stood up holding the documents. "After all, I have lived for so many years. Much of the history you mentioned was my own experience, and it couldn't be clearer."

He dragged his tone and glanced at the saint, but the other party dared not speak out.

Mom, this is so much fun!

"I can accept some of your conditions." The saint swallowed his anger.

This made him seem like a bad guy... Alessio murmured in his heart, he didn't really want the other party to do anything, it was just that he was used to being competitive and refused to let go of the opportunity to gain the upper hand.

"Then I'll ask you..." He looked at the slightly nervous expression of the saint, deliberately put off for a while, "I ask you to think about the previous topic, the topic of good and evil."

It's that simple?The saint breathed a sigh of relief, without Alessio saying, he would think about it himself.

"Even if according to your standpoint, the light is good and the temple is good, then you who have been cultivated by the temple and believe in the light should practice all good virtues and abandon all evil thoughts." Arecio looked at the beautiful saint His sky-colored eyes knew that at least at the moment, the other party must have done the same.

That's why he said that the neurotics of this period are the real saints.

He respects it deeply.

"But you have to think about it, are the fanatics you don't know as far away as you are, and the teachers you respect as close as you are, are you really practicing your virtues and precepts... Don't rush to refute me, I have already delineated the scope For the true believers and your teachers, you should trust these people, right?"

The saint who wanted to argue fell silent.

"Anyway, your memory is recovering, and I'm not in a hurry to get a result of thinking. You can think about it slowly."

Arecio opened the door with the information, ready to go back to the next door to use his historical expertise, he is a blood clan who has lived for thousands of years, he...

Alessio silently looked at the compiled chronology, those complicated years, conjectures, and excerpts of related works.He worked hard for a while, but finally knocked his head on the table in frustration.

It's over, during those hours he was either sleeping or playing, the cowhide blown up.