The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Walking out of the temporary detention room, the platinum-haired saint said goodbye to the military personnel in a polite and calm manner as usual. Zhu Heng's words didn't seem to affect him at all. He was still calm, and the sky-colored eyes were like a lake without ripples.

He did not forget to say goodbye to Marshal Olsen, and at the same time brought his own schedule. Starting from tomorrow, 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.

"Thanks for your hard work," the old marshal said gently, "please also help me convey my gratitude and greetings to Arecio."

Ruzius nodded slightly, his expression calm. He turned around to interrupt his departure, stopped suddenly, and turned back.

"Marshal Olsen, does the military cafeteria serve cakes?"

He carried the sweetened cake and got into the car that the military sent him to the nursery center. He looked at the table below. At nine o'clock in the morning, Arecio should have arrived at the childcare center, ready to start the day's work. The cake box was placed on his lap, and the unmanned flying vehicle was sending him to Arecio. Ruzius looked at the mileage indicator on the car, those numbers were beating, every tiny change , Both mean that the distance between him and Arecio has been shortened.

Beluga... Swan... Destined...

Penance... chasing... entangled...

He gritted his teeth and felt his teeth rub against each other, making a small sound that only he could hear.

He finally opened the cake box, and the first spoon was heavy cream, spreading on the surface of his tongue.

not enough.

He licked the cream on the corners of his lips, and the second spoon pulled up a large piece of cake dough with rich crimson jam. The rich color reminded him of the **** eyes. The sweetness finally enveloped him completely. He bit the spoon and fixed his eyes on the constantly changing mileage.

There is no problem with his education.

The vehicle stopped, he got off, and the refreshing morning wind brought a little fog remaining in the sea inside the emerald, and he threw the empty box at the garbage collection area at the door. The carton was put into the box and made a sound, and the white cloak of the saint had traveled far.

The building looked unprecedentedly large at this time, and Ruzius stepped forward quickly, searching for the trace of Arecio almost urgently.

He said to Arecio...

Around the corner, he nearly hit someone. The opponent stepped back a few steps, the black wing tips all the way to the calf, this young male-looking fallen angel immediately apologized to him, Ruzius shook his head slightly, he didn't want to stay here too much now.

"I'm so sorry, I'm Crawvenson. I know you, you are the saint who revived, right? It's a good time to be here."

Crow... Vincent...

There was a fragment of memory that blasted in his mind, and he recalled that the owner of this name was also a blood clan on the temple hunting list. The four generations of blood family Crowvenson, who loyally followed the prince Arecio, 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 frontline sent such a great victory.

The hunter who killed Crawvenson was surrounded by stars holding the moon. At first, there was no smile at all, but in the congratulations of everyone, a stiff smile gradually climbed onto his cheek. The hunter smiled, accepting all 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 succeeded. 】

The hunter was silent.

The young saint was puzzled, and the goal he had struggled for all his life was achieved, and the rest of his life will be accompanied by glory forever. Why does the hunter seem so...

despair?

[I can't teach you. ] After a long time, the hunter's dry voice sounded, [Sorry, I just want to be alone. 】

[...I am too eager, you should be very tired today, I will come 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, which was light, long, and hurting the beast's whimper.

[Why... why did you let me go...]

[Wrong...wrong...]

【I can not forget you…】

"...Your Excellency?" He didn't reply for a long time, and the fallen angel named Crawvenson said suspiciously. The saint slowly raised his head, and the fallen angel smiled at him.

"It's nice to meet you, but I do have something to rush to do, so I'm leaving it first."

The fallen angel walked hurriedly, with a cheerful expression, and while walking, he whispered to the caregiver beside him.

"I'm past now, will I disturb His Royal Highness Arecio's work?"

The caregiver said softly that he would not, he had already contacted Ai Li, and His Highness Arecio knew that they were going to pass.

Watching them go away, Ruzi Uston paused and followed, he also wanted to see Arecio. He didn't follow him closely, more than ten meters away, he saw Arecio, and saw that the fallen angel named Crowvenson spoke with Arecio with joy. The expression of the Kindred was a little shocked and a little dazed. Obviously, he was also very familiar with the name Crawvenson.

Then, the blood clan turned his gaze to him subconsciously.

"Could you please wait for me for a while?" Arecio was really surprised. He needed to ask the neuropathy if he remembered Klauvinson, so after Klauvinson expressed his understanding, he immediately turned to Ruzius' direction. Come.

"Nerv...Ruzius." He lowered his voice. "Do you remember Crawson? This is the first acquaintance we have met?"

we…

Ruzius just stared at him quietly, making Arecio almost feel the same as if burned by this gaze ten thousand years ago. But it only felt for a moment, and Ruzius had slowly lowered his eyes and responded to his words.

"Remember, it is the four generations of blood races that were successfully killed by the temple. These people from the past have indeed returned to us one by one."

"But why is this..." Arecio's expression was slightly solemn, he glanced at Ruzius, and the saint was expressionless.

"I know what you mean, I will think about it, and then give you a guess or answer."

Alessio suddenly felt "long live" in his heart, which meant he didn't need to use his brain.

"Then I'll go and talk to him, or you can go home and rest first. It's been three days all night."

Home…

Ruzius still lowered his eyes, not letting the slightest leak of his gaze. The initial sweet aftertaste has almost dissipated, and he once again felt a kind of exhausted suffocation, and this suffocation was accompanied by a sense of settled dust that he finally had to admit.

His education... is problematic.

He stretched out his hand to his destiny--

"give me."

【give me. 】

The Kindred looked at him bewildered, 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 wary. Is this neurosis coming to him again?

He touched his pocket, and it was really there. It was taken from the medical office just now. He took the candy out and was about to pass it over, suddenly realizing something, and quickly withdrew his hand. He happily unscrewed the two ends of the candy, which made it happier to throw it to the neuropathy.

"Here you are." Seeing the saint taking the candy, Arecio had to turn around to cover up his frustration at last, "I will talk to Crawvenson, you can go back to rest this afternoon, I will help You ask for leave."

He happily returned to the fallen angel.

Looking at the back of him leaving, the saint peeled off the sugar paper and threw the orange-flavored candy into his mouth. With the tip of his tongue turned the candy in his mouth a few times, when the sweetness filled his senses, he moved the candy. To the teeth.

"Kacha".

The candy was crushed, and many sweet shards splashed on the surface of his tongue.

There is a problem with his education.

He said to Arecio...

Really cherish the feeling of admiration.

Arecio walked halfway, couldn't help but glanced back, the original location of the neuropathy was empty. He made fun of himself for being overly nervous, but the burning sensation just now didn't seem to be fake.

He thought about it in confusion, and then happily left the question behind him for the time being.

Trouble, I don't want to.

"I've been waiting." He greeted Crowvenson, "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 Dark Creatures Association. Arecio previously considered opening a breakthrough from this organization. Unfortunately, this organization has almost been finalized, and there are many dark creatures that do not intend to change the status quo, which does not meet the requirements of Arecio. But just as he planned to integrate the alliance created by me and other dark creatures who wanted to change the status quo, Crawvenson took the initiative to approach him.

Crowvenson lowered his head, and his wingtip moved slightly, showing that he was a little restless. He has pale hair, a strand of pure black highlights on his forehead, and the black wings of a fallen angel, complementing each other, and at this time he raised his ocher red eyes and fixed his gaze on Arecio.

"Do you mind choosing a place where you won't be disturbed, shall we talk about it?"

This meant that even the caregiver was no longer with him. Arecio didn't know what he was trying to say, but he took Crawvenson to his previous room in the childcare center with kindness. Robots often come in here to remove dust, so it is very tidy. He sat down at the round table and ordered a pot of tea from the canteen.

"Go ahead, no one will come here, only the two of us."

He saw Crowvenson's hand clenching slightly, and then slowly letting it go. The fallen angel took a deep breath and said courageously:

"Please allow me to apologize to you first."

Arecio looked up at him.

"I have been following 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." Crowvenson held the cup and clenched his hands tightly. Some, "I think that the dark creatures of ten thousand years ago have evolved somewhat differently, and they are no longer the same as ten thousand years ago."

"So, I wanted to test you, so I gave you the appointment to teach dark creatures in the center."

Oh, it turned out that it was this man who was operating behind that allowed Arecio to get the job that almost wanted to quit in a second.

"When the center faced the attack this time, the children you had educated could all be able to stand on their own. To me, it was very unimaginable." He held the cup tighter, and his speech suddenly became fast. , "Do you still accept students, I really..."

"Do not."

"Sorry to interrupt QVQ"

The Fallen Angel failed to apprehend his teacher, holding the cup in frustration and feeling depressed for a while, and then barely cheered up.

"Your next plan is to gather as many dark creatures as possible that you want to change? Then our federation is here..."

"No, I don't intend to get involved with the Federation, at least not now." Arecio said. The fallen angel opposite him seemed a little confused, so he casually explained a few words.

"I don't need an organization that has been completely rigid and stereotyped, and at the moment, I don't need an organization that is too large." Areciou knows how difficult it is to carry out changes within large organizations that have formed a stereotype. In order to reorganize the Rose Society of the Blood Race that had been controlled by Theo at the beginning, he almost killed a river of blood.

In the world ten thousand years later, he is destined to be unable to use strong means to change, so he simply got rid of the framework and started anew from the very beginning.

"The current 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 of the Federation." He leaned slightly, his deep rose eyes straightened. Staring straight at Crawvenson, he smiled a little.

"I'm going to swallow up your federation little by little. Even so, do you plan to support me?"

Crawvenson seemed to be stunned, and Arecio leaned back directly, with a leisurely posture, but what he said was not very polite.

"Soon after, the Federation will be completely emptied by me, and I will be in charge of the affairs of dark creatures..."

"It will be a new league."

"At that time, the dark creatures will respect the federal law, but they will also be independent. The nursery center is only used to raise the young dark creatures who are seriously ill or have no father or mother, and all the rest move out to live independently. No need to raise people, recruitment is allowed. Assistant. When you enter society, you only get basic citizen benefits..."

He stood up, his rosy pupils gleaming under the shadowed beam. Crawvenson also couldn't help standing up, propping up the table with one hand, but he kept thinking about the world constructed in Arecio's words in his mind.

Dignified, independent, powerful...

Dark creatures.

He wanted to say something, but he was speechless for a while. He has to admit that this is the world he yearns for. And the blood family who painted the blueprint of the world to him turned around and looked at him quietly. His fangs showed a little bit, and his faint smile made Crawvenson stare at the blade.

"Even so, are you willing to support me?" He called the fallen angel for the first time.

"Crawvenson?"

A vague sense of familiarity attacked Crawvenson. He was convinced that he had no memories related to it, but this did not affect his answer.

"Yes, I would like to support you." He said, and then smiled, "As a show of sincerity, I will resolve all legal and public opinion issues that you want to travel to the northern front, and I will accompany you to the perilous northern front."

Arecio suddenly had a bad feeling.

"As a little additional requirement, I really envy the children who were taught by you."

"wait…"

"So, Teacher Xixi?"

Do not! !