The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Chapter 14

This is the first time Arecio has entered the saint’s room since his recovery, and he is still very curious in his heart. The memory of the neuropathy now stays in a period of time when the relationship with him is not very good. He does not know how the neuropathy at this time period will choose how to arrange the room, under the condition that the center will meet all his requirements.

The room was unexpectedly clean, not as if it hadn’t had time to decorate, but had no intention of decorating at all. The saint sat down at the only table and raised his eyes to look at the blood race around him.

“What are you looking for?”

Arecio asked, “Did you not ask the center? Even though you only live for a few days, at least make yourself a little more comfortable.”

“…This can be.”

“Huh? Lie! Your taste is obviously not like this.” Arecio refused to believe it. “Even if there is no particularly comfortable rest area, at least your sugar bowl should be on the table.”

“…”

“I suspected that you would eat three catties of sugar a day.”

Ruzius’ eyes sank slightly, and his feelings at this time were a bit strange. He did foresee how to buy a house of his own after retiring after completing his mission, and how to arrange the house comfortably, but these blood races should not know.

The same goes for sugar, but most of the time when he eats sugar, he feels a lot of pressure. He has to rely on some sugar to restrain himself and keep himself calm. But the kinsman said that he had to eat a lot of sugar a day, so to what extent was he suppressed, and what was suppressing?

It seems that the kinsman doesn’t know this question, but fortunately, he has gradually recovered some fragments of memory. One day in the future, he will know the answer.

“There are two things.” Ruzius stopped struggling with the question of sugar or not, and went straight to the topic.

“One thing is that my memory is recovering.” When he said this, he looked directly at the blood family, intending to warn the other party not to try to deceive him. He will remember all the past one day, when the blood family will have As many lies he can expose.

Arecio just nodded casually, his expression was open, suddenly he thought of something, his face changed slightly.

The sly kin, those who told him really have water. Ruzius firmly said that he felt that the blood clan always seemed to have a very good relationship with him. They were obviously enemies of each other.

Alessio’s brain circuit and him are not on the same channel at all. He just thought with a bit of horror, if the memory can be restored, does it mean that the seemingly well-behaved saint in front of him will eventually turn back to that neuropathy? Although in this way he could ask the reason for the other party’s outrageously launching a war, on the other hand, he really couldn’t bear that neurosis.

“The second thing is about the military personnel who came to the door just now.” Ruzius said, “Marshal Olsen made a special trip back from the northern front, hoping that I can contribute to the northern light failure in the future.”

He looked at Arecio’s expression and, not surprisingly, saw that he was slightly at a loss. The blood race is always like this. They have too long lives, so they always appear to be very loose, focusing only on what they are interested in, and this interest usually does not last long. Ruzius lowered his eyes. He had learned a lot of kinship courses in the temple. He didn’t expect to use a kinship as a comparison to prove the authenticity of the things he learned.

This is… funny.

“I thought there would be no war in the world ten thousand years from now.” All Arecio saw during this time was singing and dancing, not like wartime.

“Because it is not serious, it has been completely suppressed in the north.” Ruzius said, “The power of light in the world is extremely strong now. People turn the power of light in the atmosphere into the light index.”

Arecio thought of the light index that he had seen in the barrage, and another related word seemed to be…

“…Light haze?”

“That was the situation after the outbreak. The Illuminati filled the air in a dusty form, and even creatures inclined to the light would feel uncomfortable in it.” The saint expertly called up the relevant pictures from the light brain, but did not Turning to show Alessio, he just watched silently.

“The light haze on the northern front is highly concentrated, escalating into a light burst. That’s the level that ordinary humans will die in just a few minutes without wearing protection.”

Gwangnao presented a thrilling scene, with resistance from the front line, and unfortunately infected soldiers who withdrew to the rear. The person in the photo was lying weakly on the hospital bed with large bright spots on his body.

This is one of the evil consequences brought about by light collapse, that is, actinic disease. Some people or light creatures with more light powers themselves will show this state once their power is out of control. Some of them will even attract light alien species from the void, and by then it will be a total disaster.

Arecio moved the chair to a position earlier, so that he could look at the screen diagonally. The image on the screen made him frown, but he didn’t feel much fear.

He has experienced too many more tragic battlefields.

“But why…” He heard the voice of doubt from the saint around him, “The light is good, the darkness is evil, and the good things are overflowing. Why does it attract evil results?”

“We have been, have been working to fill the world with the brilliance of God, why is the result after achieving this…”

The neurosis was still having such cute thoughts…but he could see more clearly in the later stage, and the instructions to the temple were violated, and he believed in the slightest invisible.

“Because it was wrong.”

Arecio didn’t raise his eyes, and opened the candy box given by the old marshal with a “click”.

“Both sides are wrong.”

The colorful candies are squeezed in their own compartments, and they look very sweet. Arecio was entangled in which one to eat, and it was difficult for him to decide, so he raised his head and asked the saint.

“Which one do you like?”

“Is the faction you belong to wrong too? Is the blood family wrong too?”

“Of course, a group of fools are clamoring to plunge the world into eternal night. I thought that the thought of having a sick head would only be produced by children of a certain age… which one?”

“…”

“Wh… one…?”

“…Orange.”

“Ok.”

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

I thought I was going to give him the saint:…

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

“The blood clan will surely be happy for the rebellious idea of ​​His Royal Highness.”

“Ha, they are so angry.” Alessio seemed quite happy. Even after a long time, thinking of the faces of the blood elders still made him want to laugh. “However, they are also afraid of death. Father died. After that, who would dare to confront me?”

Ruzius paused slightly. He memorized the blood family pedigree, and naturally knew what the father of Arecio, who was a three-generation blood family, was.

“That second-generation blood clan… is dead?”

The most feared enemy of the temple, the second-generation blood family who is infinitely close to God, and the father who transformed Arecio into a blood family…dead?

Arecio’s interest seemed to drop suddenly. He didn’t like to talk about that person very much, and he was not in a good mood when he talked about it. But this time he was the first to start, he always forgets that there is no memory of this neurosis afterwards, and he is still in a rather pure and lovely stage.

“Don’t talk about him. I already know the two things you said, so you want to go to the military department tomorrow? I have nothing else to do with you, after all… a thousand meters, right?”

Ruzius did not ask, and he was doomed to get no results if he asked. He nodded, then took out a stack of paper documents from the drawer of the desk and handed them to Arecio. Organizing these documents is his own idea, so it is not included in the business.

“These things, if you have time, I hope… you can at least stand on your side and pick out my mistakes.” He looked at the kin to take the file, looked at it for a while, and looked up in surprise.

“Is it our history?”

“Yes.” Ruzius held his hand slightly on his side, and slowly released it. In order to obtain a more objective and correct history, his self-esteem can be put back temporarily.

“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 history of the temple revision. There may be many modifications and beautification elements, which are not objective enough.” He looked at the blood family. “So I hope you can take a look at this history, make supplements and amendments, and we can discuss the controversial areas.”

Arecio blinked. He had never seen such an expression of neurosis, perhaps because he was not familiar with the neurosis of this period. At this time, the neuropathy is like a true saint, who believes in the light, stands firm, and has an extremely strong sense of responsibility, and is even willing to bow his head to ask for his help.

Overall…it is really cute!

“You have asked so, so it’s not that you can’t help you.” Arecio got up with the documents. “After all, I have lived for so many years. A lot of the history you mentioned is my personal experience, so it is clear.”

He dragged his accent, glanced at the saint, the other party dared not speak.

Mom, this is so happy too!

“I can accept some of your conditions.” The saint swallowed angrily.

This made him seem like a bad guy…Arecio muttered in his heart that he actually didn’t want the other party to do anything, but he was accustomed to competing and refused to let go of the opportunity to gain the upper hand.

“Then I will ask you…” He looked at the saint’s slightly nervous expression, and deliberately sold it for a while, “I ask you to think about the topic before, the topic of good and evil.”

It’s that simple? The saint breathed a sigh of relief, and he would think about it himself without Arecio’s words.

“Even if according to your standpoint, light is good, and the temple is good, then you who are trained by the temple and believe in light should practice all good virtues and abandon all evil thoughts.” Arecio looked at the saint beautifully The sky-colored eyes know that at least for the moment, the other party must do the same.

That’s why he said that the neurosis in this period is the true saint.

He is deeply respected.

“But you have to think about it, as far as the mad believers you don’t know, as near as the teachers you respect, are you really practicing your virtues and precepts… don’t rush to refute me, I have defined the scope as Real believers and your teachers, should you trust these people?”

The saint who wanted to argue was silent.

“Anyway, your memory is recovering, and I am not in a hurry for a result of thinking. You can think slowly.”

Arecio took the information and pushed open the door, ready to go back to the next door to give play to his historical expertise. He is a blood clan who has lived for thousands of years. He…

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

It’s over. During those hours, he was either sleeping or playing, and the cowhide exploded.