The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Tonight, when Arecio was about to let himself be immersed in his past thoughts for a while, he heard the light brain make a noise. Hesitating for a moment, fearing that the relevant personnel of the childcare center would find him in an urgent matter late at night, he still picked up the light brain, and it was a cool and faint sentence in his eyes--

[Ruzius: I feel you are looking at my vegetable plot. 】

Arecio:? ? ?

He was almost shocked that he threw Guang Brain.

[Luzius: Did you almost fall the light brain? 】

If it wasn't impossible, Arecio would really suspect that the neurosis had installed a monitor in his room!

[Luzius: I'm at your door, open the door. 】

What the **** is it! Had it not been for Arecio's strong psychological endurance, I am afraid he would have played out on the spot!

He opened the door, stood outside with a tray in neuropathy, and walked in naturally through the gap formed by his sideways. The scent of sweet soup floated slowly, dispelling the cold in the room. Arecio watched the saint sitting down on the blanket in the middle of his room without particular attention, put the tray down, and patted the place beside him.

"Why, I guessed it right? You really planned to plot a misconduct against my food just now. After I found out, you almost lost your brain in fright?"

"No!" Arecio's mouth was stiff, but unable to resist the temptation of sweet soup, he sat down beside the neuropathy. The neuropathy took a spoon and filled himself with a bowl, and then left the whole pot, which was not hot, to Arecio.

Arecio: "..."

It seems that the neuropathy has a clear understanding of his appetite.

"Why do you suddenly think of making supper?" Arecio held the pot, a little puzzled.

"Because I think of good things, I want to celebrate."

He remembered a lot of Alessi at the carnival, smiling at him in the noisy music and laughter, beautiful lights and repertoire.

"Did you still remember it in the middle of the night?" Arecio was a little shocked, he didn't expect to be so diligent in neurosis.

"Recalling this is similar to a dream for me, especially..." The saint glanced at Arecio deeply, and did not continue, but Arecio seemed to understand what he meant, and his eyelashes blinked. At once, the hand holding the spoon tightened.

"Especially... what?"

He asked, subconsciously lowering his voice, as if he was frightened.

"Especially..." I was crazy here, took a sip of the soup with a spoon, as if it tasted good, and took another sip.

"..."

Arecio wants to shoot him with the bottom of the pot!

"I just want to explain that regaining that memory is not a painful thing for me... Actually, I don't understand it at all." The saint raised his eyes, "I admit that my thinking is sometimes different from ordinary people..."

When he said this, he came into contact with Arecio's eyes and quickly changed his words.

"Most of the time, it's different from ordinary people."

This is right.

"But I always feel that you always call me that way, far from being neurotic." He showed a troubled expression. "Could it be that something happened afterwards? It's hard for me to imagine myself going crazy." "

To verify the same, he asked further.

"Areci, when do you think I started to become completely neurotic?"

As soon as Arecio thinks about this problem, he will blow up!

"How do I know? I'm not with you all the time, how can I know when you were affected?"

It seems that after he became neurotic, it caused a considerable psychological shadow on Arecio. That's right, from the beginning of recovery from the coffin, Arecio was very defensive against him, and gradually got along with it before it became where it is today. He remembered that he tore up a certain covenant and made Arecio angry, as if he had made some extraordinary actions, such as tongue...

"I don't mean to throw the fault to you, just want to analyze it together." Ruzius's tone was gentle, and Arecio, who was about to explode, gradually calmed down in his words. He was actually a little curious as to when he was irritated by the neurosis.

"There are roughly three things that can shake me, I guess."

Ruzius turned out three pieces of fruit from the sweet soup and put one on the spoon.

"The first thing is the shaking of faith in the temple. We have already experienced this before we left the childcare center. We discovered the thousand-year plan of destroying the three pillars in the temple. Good and evil were reversed. I admit that I was at the time. It's really been a big shock."

He handed the spoon forward, and Arecio ate the fruit in one bite, chewing and asking, "What then?"

"The second thing is the prophecy of the fire and rain. Don't be surprised. As far as I am concerned, I am still a human being, or a creature that depends on the world to survive. If I learn that the world is going to be destroyed, it is impossible not to care."

Arecio ate the second piece of fruit and motioned for him to continue. Ruzius scooped up the third piece from goodness, Arecio stretched out his head and wanted to take a bite, but Ruzius took the spoon back.

"...Fuck me?"

"No, I want to confirm the third thing with you a little bit." He looked at Arecio directly, with a solemn expression in his sky-colored eyes.

"Has anything major happened to you?"

ask him? Arecio looked inexplicable, what does this have to do with him? It wasn't him who became neurotic. Shouldn't the neuropathy remember what important events happened?

The neuropathy persisted this time.

"Recall the big things that happened to you, for example, if you haven't been out of the castle for a few months."

"It doesn't matter, right?" Arecio felt unreliable. "We basically meet once a year. It's at the carnival. There may be occasional private gatherings, three or four times a year. If you don’t see you or leave the castle, that’s a lot."

He continued, "Besides, I am a three-generation blood race. It's hard for anyone to threaten me. What can I do..."

He stopped, and the sage's eyes flickered.

"It seems that you remembered something."

Arecio opened his mouth, but the sage handed the third piece of fruit to his mouth. Arecio subconsciously opened his mouth and ate it, his eyes still a little stunned, he chewed a few times and swallowed the fruit, hurriedly wanting to speak.

"I……"

"Don't tell me directly. Didn't you also say at the beginning, you want me to remember it a little bit?" The saint smiled faintly, "It's okay, I don't care about such a little time. It might be better to remember it slowly. ."

Seeing that Arecio had finished eating, he put away the pot and bowl, got up, and went to sleep when he was ready to tidy up. Alessio followed him until he reached the door. He saw the saint holding the pot turn his head. Even with such a posture with a strong breath of life, the saint can still be called awe-inspiring.

"Go to bed early and go to work tomorrow."

After a pause, he said slowly.

"I just said that some memories are like dreams? I found you in these memories." He lowered his eyes and said softly, "You are the exception outside the temple, whether it was I privately with you thousands of years ago. Meet in here, exchange those thoughts of apostasy, or now, I will talk to you and explore common topics..."

"To me, it's all beautiful things like dreams."

"Although it may be that as memories progress, more and more suffering has come to us who used to be, but Alessi, we are now free. What we have done may constitute a corner of the world today. "

"I won't forget this, and I hope you don't forget this, so don't feel guilty for me who keeps remembering."

"Everything I want to think of, I want to think of you."

After he finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave when the blood clan suddenly stopped him behind him.

"Nerv... Ruzius." The blood clan called his name, hesitated a little, and spoke out after overcoming his shyness.

"Even if it's me who amnesia, I...willing to think of it." He raised his head, his deep rosy pupils were a little bright with shame, "I would also like to think of you and make it a blessing like a dream. ."

The eyes of the saint slowly widened, and suddenly, he approached Alessio's neck. The expression captured by Arecio at that moment almost made Arecio think that the other party was about to show his fangs and wanted to take the opportunity to hunt his blood.

However, the neuropathy was very restrained, only letting his breath blow on the tip of Arecio's ears, and then after Arecio suddenly became nervous, he said softly.

"good night."

He went downstairs, and Arecio froze for a while, lowered his head to hide his hot cheeks, and hammered the door frame.

Ruzius went downstairs smoothly, but when he passed the restaurant, he had to put the pot and bowl on the table next to him. He looked at his fingertips, which trembled slightly. The hunters of the temple have always undergone rigorous training, and his hands should remain stable even when they are dying.

But now, he was shaking.

Chill climbed up from his back, and he tried to get rid of the thought, but the thought still lingered in his mind. He couldn't help thinking, after demonstrating the evil of the temple, after learning that the rain of fire was about to come, what had crushed him who could still support him.

It can only be Areci, it can only be what happened to Areci.

Is it slumber? Is it Areci announcing that he is going to sleep? That's okay, he would kill to the Blood Moon Castle, buckle the coffin with his own hands, and sit up from inside in surprise or anger watching his destiny.

Should the temple appoint a new hunter? That doesn't matter, he has thousands of ways to make this hunter who pierced halfway to die on the road, and it is impossible to even see Arecio.

what is that?

He didn't dare to think, but his thoughts ran in that direction, and when the thought finally fell, he held his trembling left hand with his right hand.

Death news, only death news.

News of Arecio's death.

Maybe it was because he thought of the negative direction, his dreams, his old notes, in the next few days, began to see this ominous shadow slowly.

In the dream, he returned to the village where he lived when he was a child. After being in contact with Arecio, he was to a certain extent tolerant of other dark creatures. But in that hidden cave, he did not find the water monster of the past, only saw some scattered star shells under the water.

He had some regrets, but he didn't take this matter to heart. He still did his own things and took his own notes.

[On the routine collective divination day of the temple, Noah's divination was once again irrelevant. He is too food, and I am worried that the temple will clear him. I need to stand up at that time. The price may be that I will pay for his future living expenses. 】

[Facts have proved that food does not affect the relationship, he and the star actress talked happily. 】

[After checking the classics, it seems that the water monster will not move easily. Is that water monster a special case? 】

[Went to an area that should not be visited, was reprimanded and confined for three days. 】

[The teacher gave me a few assignments. This month, there seem to be too many such assignments. 】

[I have asked other hunters, only I have added tasks? 】

[Arecii has been very busy recently, and the shadow bats I released could not find him. He told me in advance that the blood family might have internal disturbances. I am mentally prepared. I hope not to wait until next year. I hope he will not sleep in the coffin. Wake up, I am looking forward to this year's Carnival. 】

[In the temple, there is something to hide from me. 】

[...I learned about that, all. 】

【……】

[I saw Alessi again, he looked tired, he was injured. 】

[He said to me, never spread your real wings again, because it really hurts. 】

【……】

[Although that is not my duty, but...]

[I really want to kill Theo. 】