Chapter Thirteen

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date="2021-02-12"

title="Chapter Thirteen "

weight="125512"

series = ["The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin"]

mode = "manual"

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Memories stopped, Arecio’s breakfast was very simple, just ordered some bread and omelettes, salad and green. The morning is a time when he has a bad appetite, and he doesn't eat much meat. He tore open his own bread, soft and soft, carrying the fragrance of wheat, and the wolf cub squatting next to him made two "Oh Oh", his front paws put on the table and tried 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 piece 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?" Ally asked Dalf, afraid of something wrong with the random feeding.

Dalf has been nurturing this hairball 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 his own dark power flowed through the wolf pup’s body , Check it out, lost in thought.

It is no different from the werewolves of his time...

How could it not become a human form, and still pick one and the other, so squeamish, just take two steps to pant...

Arecio quickly answered on his own, just used to.

"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 started yelling for something to eat, the focus is still on The ones Recio was going to eat.

"Huh? But..."

"The physical examination report doesn't show any special allergies, right?" Areciou asked, seeing Dalf shaking his head, and he felt more sure.

"Then there is nothing not to eat, the werewolf can eat everything."

In the era of Arecio, the werewolves lived in the extreme north, with 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 welcome. They are almost the most versatile creatures.

Arecio took out an empty plate, piled bread 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, just so still, waiting for feeding.

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, just like a chick waiting to be fed, but his mouth was sour, and the breakfast of the blood family next to him was nearing the end, so he didn't feed him half a mouthful.

"Oh oh oh!"

Arecio did not 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 peeped at Arecio. This time Arecio did not stop him. The nature of the two paws was different. The first time he did not abide by table manners and recklessly, the second time was to assist him, which meant he had to start eating. Just like a child trying to eat on his own will grab the table and grip the tableware, Arecio will not care about this.

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

Although it was very slow, the wolf pup finally finished a meal by himself. After drinking the thick soup in the shallow container, he proudly "whoops" and turned to look at Arecio.

Arecio rubbed his head not too tenderly.

The breakfast was extended for more than an hour. Ally was worried that Arecio would be impatient, but he was surprisingly calm. Her suspicion was noticed by Arecio, and the kinsman said simply and concisely:

"Werewolves have an affair with me."

"A werewolf from ten thousand years ago?" Ally got excited and looked 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 he would roll and fall, and he would get up again indifferently and continue to be excited. Chased and ran.

Arecio thought for a while, he was a little surprised that he still remembered something about werewolves clearly. He was ordered by the father of the blood family to go 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, it was a group of silver giant wolves running. The blizzard finally couldn't cover the full moon of the werewolf tribe. Under the vast silver light, Arecio clearly witnessed the grand wolf king's tour.

【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 lowered his head and looked at the wolf pup circling at his feet, Deep Rose. Lulu's pupils flashed 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 everything they want happily.

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

"Can't move 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 one kilometer.

Ally and Dalf were looking forward to it. There were no more than a hundred werewolves in the center. The scene of the hordes of silver wolves running must be magnificent. don't know how long they could see them. Ally and Arecio are familiar with each other, and on the way back, they talked about their inner thoughts, excitedly.

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

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

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

"...What do you think his name is?" Arecio turned his head suddenly, startled at the caregiver who followed him.

"He... Helgodon."

Arecio closed his eyes. He did not expect that after ten thousand years, he could 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 Race 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 bloody 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 caught 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..." Ally was a little confused, but she recognized the two visitors from the military department and immediately greeted them respectfully.

"Hello, Marshal, I am Ally, the nurturer of the kinship, and this is the resurrected Prince Arecio of the kinship."

She then introduced Arecio: "Arecio, this is Marshal Olson, 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 illustrates rigidity and intrepidity. He stood with his hand in his hand, followed by his adjutant behind him, and his gaze moved to Arecio lightly, with the majesty of a military background.

Arecio didn't move, 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.

However, soon, the old marshal's frowning eyebrows stretched out like never before, and his hand reached into his pocket, then the arm lifted the big cloak, and offered 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 immediately made adjustments, but...

More fierce.

The adjutant had turned his face away terribly, 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.

"Tangtang, 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.