The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Chapter 13

Memories stopped, Arecio’s breakfast was very simple, just ordered some bread and omelette, and the salad was green. In the morning, he has a bad appetite, and he doesn’t eat much meat. He tore open his own bread, soft and soft, carrying the smell of wheat, and the wolf cub squatting next to him made a sound of “Aw,” and put his front paws on the table, trying to climb up.

“Let it down.” Arecio didn’t lift his eyelids.

The wolf cub retracted his paw aggrievedly and licked his mouth with his tongue.

He is hungry.

There is no meat he likes, but the fried eggs are also very good, especially the one that the blood family is now cutting. The wolf cub made two more “whoops”, the meaning is very clear, he wants to eat.

“What can he eat?” Ellie asked Dalf, afraid of what might be wrong with the random feeding.

Dalf has been nurturing this hair ball for many years, and knows its diet well. Hearing this, he immediately stood up and prepared to eat a meal.

“Basically, it’s ok, but I prefer meat. I will beat some meat back, taking advantage of his desire to eat now.”

Arecio’s cutting of the fried egg stopped. He stretched out his hand and pinched the wolf pup’s fleshy face, letting him open his mouth to look at the teeth, and at the same time the power of his own darkness flowed through the wolf pup’s body. , Check it out, lost in thought.

It is no different from the werewolves of his time.

How can it become unhuman, and I still pick this and that, I’m so squeamish, I just take two steps to breathe…

Arecio quickly answered it on his own, just accustomed to it.

“You don’t need to give him special meals, he can eat anything.” Arecio let go of the wolf cub’s face, and the wolf cub shook his head dazedly, and then began to yell for something to eat, the focus is still on staring. The ones that Recio was going to eat.

“Huh? But…”

“The physical examination report doesn’t show any special allergies, right?” Arecio asked, seeing Dalf shaking his head, and his heart became more assured.

“Then there is nothing to eat. Werewolves can eat anything.”

In the era of Arecio, werewolves lived in the extreme north, where there were blizzards for nine months a year. Any creatures on that land are extremely tough and tough. Werewolves are among the best. They hunt for a living, tubers, plants and even some insects are also invariably come here. They are almost the most versatile creatures.

Arecio took out an empty plate, piled bread and omelettes on it, and some salads, all cut into small pieces and placed on the table in front of the wolf pups. This height was within the reach of the wolf pups. Dalf was a little happy to see that there were a lot of green vegetables in that plate, but he was more worried.

“He hates green vegetables…”

Before the words fell, the wolf pup opened his mouth, and was so still, waiting for him to be fed.

Actually want to eat! Dalf was very excited. Today was really great. Not only did he make this hair ball move, but he could also eat so many green vegetables. It was the healthiest day ever! Just feed these into the wolf pup’s mouth one by one and…

Arecio ate his own food indifferently, with no signs of feeding.

The wolf pup kept his mouth open, like a chick waiting to be fed, but his mouth was sour, and the breakfast of the blood family next to him was also nearing the end, and he didn’t feed him half a mouthful.

“Oh oh oh!”

Arecio didn’t move, eating the last bite of the soft bread, and holding up the still warm soup, lamenting that the automatic heating plate is really easy to use.

The wolf pup was forced to shut his mouth and began to face the severe test on his own, staring at the dinner plate in front of him as if facing an enemy.

He put his front paws on the table again and peeked at Arecio. This time Arecio didn’t stop him. The nature of the two paws was different. The first time he did not abide by table manners and recklessly acted arbitrarily. The second time was to assist him, which meant he had to start eating himself. Just like a child trying to eat on his own will grab the table and hold the cutlery tightly, Arecio will not care about this.

The wolf pup tilted his head, picking up a piece of bread with difficulty, swallowing it in two or three mouthfuls, followed by an omelette. He ate so much breadcrumbs, but he didn’t get tired of it. He couldn’t reach his mouth. Before Dalf could help, Arecio had used a fork to move the food from the back to the front.

Although it was slow, the wolf pup finally finished a meal on his own. After drinking the thick soup in the shallow container, he proudly “whooped” and turned to look at Arecio.

Arecio rubbed his head not too tenderly.

The breakfast was extended for more than an hour. Ellie was worried that Arecio would be impatient, but he was surprisingly calm. Her doubts were noticed by Arecio, and the blood tribe said simply and concisely:

“Werewolves have an acquaintance with me.”

“Is it a werewolf ten thousand years ago?” Ellie got excited and glanced at Dalf. “What’s it like?”

They were walking on the way to send the wolf cub back. The wolf cub perseveredly chased Arecio’s feet, trying to bite his trousers, occasionally rolling and falling, and he got up again indifferently and continued to be excited. Chased and ran.

Arecio thought for a while, he was a little surprised that he still remembered something about werewolves clearly. On the order of the father of the blood family, he went to the far north to confirm the next move of the temple, where there are tenacious and brave werewolves. He still remembers the first time he saw the werewolf leader on the snowy field—

Silver “arrows” shot at him from all directions, they were silver giant wolves running in groups. The wind and snow in the sky finally couldn’t cover the full moon of the werewolf tribe. Under the vast silver light, Arecio clearly witnessed the grand wolf king’s patrol.

【Bloodlines. 】

The werewolf king and queen grinned sharply at him.

[Why did you come to our snowy area? 】

“As long as you have seen that scene, you won’t forget it. Those werewolves are not running, but like… rushing.” Arecio said softly. He looked down and looked at the wolf pups rolling around his feet, deep rosy. The pupils of the eyes flickered slightly.

He thought that the werewolf king might not have thought that one day, the descendants of werewolves would show such an innocent look, pampered by many people, and could do whatever they wanted happily.

So he always felt that this world after ten thousand years was like an excessively beautiful daydream.

“Can’t go forward anymore, he will cut off the power for more than a kilometer.” Arecio was talking about Ruzius. He knew that neurosis must hate the feeling of being out of control, so after that time, Did not leave more than a kilometer.

Ellie and Dalf were looking forward to hearing them. There were no more than a hundred werewolves in the center, and the scene of the hordes of silver wolves running must be magnificent. I don’t know when they could see them. Ai Li and Arecio are familiar with each other, and she said her inner thoughts on the way back, and she was excited.

Arecio looked at the overly lively expression of this human girl and turned his head to the side.

“You will see it. Raise it well, the werewolf grows fast.”

“Dalph also made an appointment with me just now. If you are free, you will go to the cafeteria again tomorrow? Helgodon ate a lot of vegetables today.”

“…What do you say his name is?” Arecio turned his head suddenly, startled at the caregiver who followed him.

“He… Helgodon.”

Alessio closed his eyes. He did not expect that after ten thousand years, he would still hear the name of this werewolf king from generation to generation. The original meaning of this name was a small island in the North Sea. The werewolves took it as the king’s name, and passed it down from generation to generation along with the queen’s name “Kosinia”.

He looked at the worried and confused expression of the human girl in front of him, knowing that his reaction was too much, and hearing two familiar names together today made him a little bit out of control. The feeling of watching a piece of history alone is too lonely. The people and things he remembers, those grand scenes and the **** wars, no one can sympathize with him at this moment, and even makes him doubt whether the things he remembers are false. .

but…

The saint pushed open the door of his room and sent out two men in military uniforms, who were still talking. But when Arecio appeared at the corner, he immediately raised his eyes and accurately captured the movement of the blood.

He was keenly aware that the blood family seemed to be a little…frustrated?

“Tomorrow I will go to the military department to talk to you in detail.” Ruzius hurriedly ended the conversation, turning most of his attention to the blood.

“Huh? Why do people from the military department…” Ai Li was a little confused, but she recognized the two visitors from the military department and immediately greeted her respectfully.

“Hello, Marshal, I am Ai Li, the blood cultivator, and this is the resurrected Prince Arecio of the blood.”

She then introduced Arecio: “Areci, this is Marshal Olsen, the commander of the Northern Front.”

The person called the Marshal is a human race, with a harsh face, over half a hundred years old, and every wrinkle expresses rigidity and fierceness. He stood with his hand in his hand, followed by his adjutant behind him, and his gaze lightly moved to Arecio, with the majesty of a military background.

Arecio didn’t move, and nodded as a greeting.

The old marshal’s gaze was slightly shaken.

Seeing that the other party was motionless for a long time, Arecio couldn’t help but raise his head, and looked at the old marshal of the celebrity like a question.

“Is there a problem?”

The harsh look of the old marshal reminded him of the old bishops of the temple, which was not a wonderful association.

But soon, the old marshal’s frowning eyebrows stretched out like never before, and his hand reached into his pocket, then the arm opened the big cloak, and he handed something to Arecio.

Arecio bowed his head, and the old marshal also spoke at this time—

“Sugar? Eat it?”

Arecio:…

Arecio:? ? ?

He lingered, his hesitant eyes shifted from the box of candy to the old marshal’s face. Thinking that his expression and tone were too fierce, the old marshal made adjustments immediately, but…

More fierce.

The adjutant turned his face away horribly, except for a few exceptions, he had not seen a dark creature that was not afraid of the old marshal. Although very pitiful, at this time he still has to think about the fragile soul of the dark creatures, and keep the old marshal away from this cherished kin who has just recovered.

The old marshal didn’t give up his heart, and sighed hard.

“Tang Tang, do you want to eat it?”

Arecio paused for a while and had to take the box of candy with a complicated expression. The old marshal was immediately full of spring breeze, he gave Arecio a thumbs up, probably this is what he meant to be super awesome, and then walked away.

Arecio was very speechless while holding this box of candy, when he saw the neurosis on the opposite side covering the corners of his mouth, which seemed deep, but actually teased.

Arecio was so angry that he bared his fangs.

“You went to meet the werewolf.” Ruzius changed the subject, lest the blood race would fight him here, and Arecio immediately remembered the two familiar names he heard today.

“His name is Helgodon, still a wolf pup.”

The saint said “um”.

“The Werewolf King Helgodon.”

The Kindred suddenly looked up at him.

He suddenly realized that he was not the only one who carried the history of the past alone.

“I have something I want to talk to you.”

The saint said, seeing the blood race seemed to respond happily, and the previous frustration was wiped out.

Arecio happily decided that as long as he was not excessive, he could agree to the neurosis.