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Chapter Twenty Three
"When did you start to doubt?" Arecio asked. In his opinion, Zhu Heng is still a pretty good person. He once cooked soup for him. The craftsmanship is superb, but...
The cool nature of the blood race will make him prefer interesting people, but will not let him trust interesting people. Because it’s very difficult for the blood family to die, it’s even more so for Arecio, who gets a special favor. The conventional method of killing the blood family is not even effective for him, so as long as that person is interesting enough, he can even keep a murderous person by his side. ten years.
But he really didn't feel any killing intent on Zhu Heng, and he didn't know how the neurosis was judged.
"When I came back from the Griffin training ground of the military headquarters, I started investigating." Ruzius said, "Anyone who came into contact with you before going there will have a chance to sprinkle powder that irritates the griffins even if they pass by. Marshal Olson is here. The army found two people with thorns tattoos on their bodies, but these two had no contact with us."
"So there are people in the childcare center..." Arecio thoughtfully, he also went through the people he came into contact with every day in an instant. He didn't remember most of the names, but he could remember Every face, even the slightest breath and emotion that the other party shed when they first touched.
"But I didn't..."
Did not notice that anyone was malicious to him.
"The temple has a corresponding method, specifically for some dark creatures that are sensitive to emotional will." Ruzius took a deep look at Arecio, "For example, you can't perceive my emotions right now. This is special. The result of training."
"After all, some dark creatures even rely solely on emotional perception to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, such as a water monster, so if they are eliminated, they will never be perceived as emotions."
Although the positions are opposing, Arecio can really praise the former temple. The self-evolution of dark creatures is very slow, but the temple's various measures are up to date. If it develops for more than a thousand years, the temple can really destroy most of the dark creatures.
"If Zhu Heng has something to do with the temples of this era, it will be troublesome." Areciou had a headache. "Many dark creatures rely on his counseling, including Lucy. He is also the head of the medical department of the childcare center. He has been deeply trusted for years, and only a little doubt from you and me cannot shake him."
Ruzius was silent for a long time, and Arecio was a little inexplicable.
"what's happenin?"
"I was thinking, it was obviously my suspicion, but you directly said'you and me a little doubt'."
Arecio is even more inexplicable.
"Isn't it because you doubted me?"
"Then why do you doubt when I doubt it?"
"Nonsense, you have doubted, I must doubt it!"
"..."
The saint showed an unbelievable expression. He really doesn't understand the blood circuit of the blood race. Is one of the criteria for the blood race to be his thoughts?
"Even if I doubt it, you don't have to doubt it."
"Why?!"
"..."
It doesn't make sense at all! Ruzius took a deep breath, trying to smooth the logic.
"I mean, you can use your own judgment, not my judgment, to doubt."
"Is your judgment registered for a patent? Why can't I rely on your judgment to doubt?"
"..."
"You are too inexplicable, right?"
Who the hell is inexplicable!
"...Well, you and my doubts."
Seeing the reluctance of this compromise, Arecio became a little angry. He rolled up his sleeves and sat directly on the coffin. Even if he didn't sleep tonight, he had to make it smooth!
"Dare you say that it was not because I was not wary of Zhu Heng that you judged that Zhu Heng's method of hiding his emotions might be taught by the temple of this era, so he should be suspected?"
Ruzius thought for a while, he really pays close attention to everyone Arecio cares about, and Arecio's evaluation of Zhu Heng is good, even the bowl of soup he can cook is not forgotten, which is a bit irritating . In this way, the cause of his suspicion is indeed Arecio's attitude. After paying attention, he took the initiative to contact Zhu Heng several times, and realized that he should have temple tattoos of the same origin.
The personnel of the temple all have thorn tattoos, which vary according to their functions. He has a lofty status and can even put a cross thorn on his body. His name is [Cross Thorns], and he has a weak sense of subordinate tattoos. Ten thousand years later, there have been some changes in temple tattoos, and he needs to pay extra attention to capture the existence of tattoos.
"So the source of the suspicion is me." Arecio continued to summarize, and Ruzius nodded slightly.
"So it's actually my suspicion!"
That's right... wrong! What robber logic!
"Let's stop this topic." Ruzius didn't want to go on like this anymore, otherwise he would get entangled all night, "Take a step back, you and my doubt."
Arecio also reluctantly agreed.
"Yes, each is the standard of judgment, no one should fight...what's wrong with you?"
The most appropriate summary has been casually said by the blood.
He used Arecio's reaction as the criterion for his judgment, and Arecio also used his judgment as the final conclusion. Even if there were disputes in the process, he would definitely return to the most unified answer in the end. Ruzius didn't know where the relationship between himself and Arecio had reached, but this did not prevent him from feeling comfortable at this time because of this tacit understanding.
"Nothing"-he wanted to answer this way. If the camps were opposed ten thousand years ago, even if he was aware of this tacit understanding, he would definitely answer this way. There are too many things between him and the blood, and he is destined to be unable to be honest, but now he can.
When Arecio saw the saint raising his head suddenly, his beautiful sky-colored eyes were immersed in the breath of rose.
"We are in a tacit understanding." Said the saint.
Arecio seemed to be burned by the color in those eyes suddenly, and turned his head hurriedly, feeling that this expression was too weak, gritted his teeth in his heart, and forced himself to turn back and stare straight at the saint. .
"Of course, for hundreds of years, without any tacit understanding, I would have broken with you."
The saint smiled faintly, Arecio rarely saw him smile like this. Of course, neurosis can laugh, but there are always many Arecio's unpredictable things hidden in those smiles, which makes him even feel a little scary. But the smile is different now, at least Arecio also felt a little bit infected, so his expression became more relaxed.
"So, what do you want to do?"
"Wait and see." Saint said, "Zhu Heng is a very important chess piece. The nursery center is not an easy place to hide. You can wait and see what he wants to do, but if his goal is..."
"It's me," Arecio answered, "That would be a shame."
"Yes, it's a pity."
If you really try to target the three generations of blood, the result must be very interesting.
"Don't bother you to rest. If you have news, I will communicate with you. I will go back." Arecio jumped off the coffin and landed lightly, then turned to the saint who was still leaning on the coffin, "Are you still unable to sleep? If you do, increase the amount of medicine, Zhu Heng will not harm you in this respect at least."
The saint closed his left eye and nodded slightly. Arecio intuitively felt that he was still hiding something. He was very familiar with this attitude of concealment. Sitting in front of him seemed to have become the gloomy neuropathy of the past. He looked at him with eyes that he didn't understand, and kept hiding something. Some words.
Now it is like this again. He knows that the mentality of neurosis is heavier than ordinary people, and he can understand. But he felt that it was different now. The neuropathy had lost the memory of the past and became less distorted. They did not have a position that must be hostile. They also exchanged information about a common enemy just now. Arecio thought... there would be a relationship between them. New beginning.
"You have nothing to say to me?"
He asked finally.
Just ask this one more sentence, he thought, if it is still the same as before, then so be it.
There was silence, and the saint turned his head to hide his left eye, as if he was holding back something. Arecio took a deep breath and exhaled it again, and the simulated human senses began to stop gradually, because he felt bored. The false beating in his chest gradually slowed down as he walked away step by step, his hand touched the door of the room, and finally his heartbeat finally stopped slowly.
No matter how you imitate it, you can't get close to human beings. It's hard to change the inherent concept. Maybe this is the destined gap between him and the neurosis.
The door opened, and the light from outside rushed towards his face. Immediately, the dimness of a room would be thrown behind him, along with the dim years of ten thousand years ago.
"...Arecio."
The heartbeat began to recover.
The blood clan's footsteps stopped. This was the first time he heard the saint calling his name since his recovery.
Arecio turned his head, the saint still leaned on the coffin without moving, covering his left eye with one hand. He couldn't help but walked back a few steps. He had never seen such an expression in neurosis, and a broken hand wouldn't hurt.
"Do you remember what we discussed, the question of'light is good, and the temple is good'."
Arecio recalled it for a while, remembering it, and a little bit like to laugh.
"Have you been struggling with this all the time? I just said casually. When your memory is restored, you will naturally take the initiative to question the temple. Don't rush..."
"But I am already questioning now."
Arecio looked at the printed document that the saint handed to him, with large traces of sketches on it. Arecio took the document. It was about the balance of light and darkness. This topic has been seen too much since his recovery, and this article is nothing special, so Arecio raised his head in confusion.
"Is there any problem? Isn't it just talking about... the light and darkness are out of balance, calling for the protection of the dark power?"
Ruzius nodded slightly, and a few strands of the tied platinum-gold half-length hair fell on his shoulders.
"However, the imbalance of light and darkness is the status quo. Scholars of this era can only speculate on the reasons. I also found some clues when reorganizing the myth of the ancient goddess Freina."
Arecio noticed that his hands were slowly squeezed into fists, apparently extremely restless, he rarely saw such neurosis. The counterparty is usually unpredictable, unpredictable, or troublesome.
"Scholars of this era are of course impossible to study the reason, because they don’t know the deployment of the temple ten thousand years ago. That plan existed before I was born. I only thought it was a simple plan to weaken the dark camp. But it can finally be implemented in my time..." Ruzius' voice has been slightly unstable, he took a deep breath, to calm the sorrow and anger that is about to overflow, "The temple’s millennial plan will be collected in your time. This is the source of the collapse of balance."
"Guarded by werewolves, Behemoth of the Earth."
"Protected by the Lich, Leviathan of the Sea."
"Enjoyed by the branch in the east, the habitat of the sky."
Arecio also reacted, his pupils shrinking slightly.
"The goddess gave birth to the three pillars of darkness...I thought it was just a myth..."
"I used to think so too." Ruzius said, a slight mockery flashed in his eyes, "Until now, the result is in front of me. The temple fulfilled its long-cherished wish thousands of years ago, and the three clans were almost extinct. Of course the column collapsed."
He pushed down the stack of documents on the coffin, and white papers fluttered and scattered on the ground.
"So the fire and rain wiped out the world."