I was very awake, so when I left the room and came to the corridor, he was as usual, except for the redness around his eyes, and he could not see any crying. He silently allowed the saint to send him back to his room, and the door was closed, and he had a premonition that the other party was about to speak.

"At least now, you can still cry in front of Aresi." said the Saint, "Once upon a time, you didn't even have the qualification to cry."

I opened my mouth, and he had many doubts to ask, about the memories of his extra birds wrapped in silk thread, the story of the protagonist that he had heard seemed to be Aresio, and the attitude of the saint towards him. The saint seemed to know him, but he did not reveal more. I vaguely guessed that he seemed to be special because he had some memories from ten thousand years ago.

But he didn't ask after all, and he knew that the other party would not put the answer directly in front of him.

"Am I a resuscitator too?" he asked softly, and then continued to speak without answering.

"I think, yes, I'm different from Lucy and Hergodon. I'm gradually thinking about it, the kind of very specific thoughts, the pictures, breath, sounds, and everything in the past, I'm thinking about it."

He smiled.

"It's right not to reveal to Xixi, otherwise he will definitely help me. Xixi looks very cold, but in fact, he has taken care of us more than anyone else. We have become his responsibility."

"I won't take too long," he said softly at last, "I remember my mission, I am the guardian of the perch, and I will revive Him."

He had a clear understanding and there was no need to talk more. Ruzius turned around and left, and was about to open the door when he suddenly heard me speaking behind him.

"But if I feel very wronged, I will definitely go to Xixi to cry."

Ruzius pressed his hand on the sensing screen with a little force.

"When your emotions fall to the bottom, do you have to make others feel uncomfortable?"

I proudly blew the talisman paper that covered my left eye.

"I'll go to Xixi tomorrow and cry!"

“…”

Very annoying! Whether ten thousand years ago or now, this longest-lived emperor's son has never been a fuel-efficient lamp!

Ruzius returned to the room and found that Arecio was already sleeping on the table, and his body was still floating quietly on the light screen. He glanced at Tong and turned off the screen very simply, one or two, and was upset.

Hitomi: "???"

He poked Aresio, who was sleeping soundly. Even in his sleep, the other party politely patted his hand and turned around to continue sleeping. The automatic anti-interference ability had obviously reached the level of transformation. Ruzius was not angry. He rolled the sleeping Aresio with a blanket and carried it to the bed. He carefully put the edges and corners of the blanket to form a perfect roll. The blanket rolled and rolled the bones, and with a "bang", it seemed that his head was hit on the wall.

“…”

He observed carefully, and was very good, but he didn't wake up.

As for whether you will get beaten up when you wake up in the morning, that's the matter in the morning.

The turned off screen lit up tenaciously again, and the phantom of the mini pupils floated over it.

【How about my Guardian?】

"All goes well, he is a Resurrection after all, and will be more awake and stronger than the guardians of the other two pillars." Ruzius replied, and then he confirmed, "Once he recovers his memory, you can stand up again, right?"

Tong gave him a negative answer.

[No, I am the last pillar. Once it is erected, it is a major event that will change the whole world.]

Ruzius frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with the result.

“What other conditions are needed?”

[Acknowledge, the recognition of "fire".]

Ruzius then looked at the quilt roll with a dream. Aresio obviously knew nothing. Although many times many people have said that he seemed to reignite everything, Aresio obviously didn't think much about it.

“How to get recognition?”

[Only the "fire" knows that, in a strict sense, the three pillars plus the "fire" are the power of the entire dark side.]

【In addition, I have something to tell you.】

【Your resurrection from the dead is not what I do.】

This sentence made Lucius' pupils shrink slightly. He looked at Tong, and Tong greeted his gaze openly, indicating that he had not lie.

[I am Qizhi, my mother's eyes, patrolling and conveying everything that happens on the earth, I will not tell lies.]

[Our contract does not include resurrection of you, nor do I have the ability to resurrect you who died of the reveal of the prophecy of the world.]

“…because I’ve seen the Styx?”

[Maybe it is a direction. After all, there has never been a precedent among mortals that the River Styx have seen, and anything can happen... I need to confirm that you have been exposed to the River Styx?]

The Saint recalled for a long time this time and finally shook his head.

"I can't remember that memory except for the goddess's words."

This is normal. After all, it is a mortal who enters the world of God. Except for the part that God deliberately helps him deepen his impression, the other things, whether it is the scenery or the feelings at that time, will quickly blur. Just like people can't remember the dreams they had last night in the early morning, even though they remember some pictures, the entire dream seemed to be separated by a layer of clouds.

[Then, it may also be because my eyes have been on you.]

Now I can only guess that many truths have been mottled by a long time. Since the result of survival has been established, there may be no need to investigate too much. Ruzius could only temporarily suppress this doubt in his heart, and once again turned off the light screen without hesitation.

Hito: "…"

Throw it out after use, OK.

* * *

My enthusiasm for the Southeast branch seemed to have increased, or rather, he forced himself to contact those people.

He observed the senior management of the branch and found that these senior management had some personal feelings and thinking abilities. The retention of this relationship may be to enable them to better cope with the outside world. The more he observed the more the staff at the bottom, the more terrifying he felt.

Unlike the laughter and joy of the headquarters, the branches that have completely become insect nests are usually quiet under normal circumstances, and only when needed will they deliberately create some sound. Once the investigation team from the headquarters is gone, those staff who have been completely manipulated will hardly have any independent actions.

Arecio shrank in the pocket of a psychopath, and the psychopath was hidden somewhere around the corner. On the other side of the corner, three or five staff members gathered together, without expression or talking to each other, like stiff statues. Once someone came over, they would start to have a passionate conversation. Theo's methods have always been very treacherous and cruel.

The fur on Arecio's ear tip was a little irritating. Although he wasn't afraid of Theo after the Silver Cross, it didn't prevent him from being creepy.

He slowly closed his eyes.

After all, He has truly experienced Theo's methods.

In his former kingdom.

The tip of his ear was suddenly pinched, and Aresio immediately looked up and opened his mouth to bite. However, the other party was obviously familiar with his movements and was very agile to stop. Aresio bitten in vain.

Aresio: "…"

He was so angry that he flew up and got stuck on the other person's face.

"What were you thinking just now?" The Saint let him get confused, not angry at all. Aresio only felt the wet breath plunging on the fluff in his belly as he spoke. He moved awkwardly, and finally slipped down by himself, and instead grabbed the other person's neckline.

"I didn't think about anything."

"... The Temple has checked some of your past things, but I didn't let them continue to investigate." The Saint said suddenly, and Aresio moved his ears, a little confused.

"Why didn't they check it?"

"Because I believe that one day we can sit together peacefully and talk about our childhood life and dreams." As Arecio's gaze, he continued, "I will tell you the water monster that has run through my childhood. You can tell me the dreams of the past. Maybe the dreams of the past have been shattered, but we can still dream of the future together."

The saint half-hugged his eyes, and an unprecedented look began to appear in the sky-colored eyes.

"If we were born in the same era, if we had met in childhood, you held the holy sword to fight against those evils, I used magic to protect you... I have fantasized this more than once."

"Of course, the current situation is OK."

Aresio thought about the lunatic when he was a child, and felt that it must be much cute than now, so he also yearned for that assumption. This topic made him feel a little nervous because of Theo, and he grabbed his sharp ear with his claws.

"Actually, Theo has done the same trick in my royal city, and he likes it very much." Aresio whispered, "he likes to play with people in his palms, listen to them roaring, and watch them struggle hard and fall into despair."

“…he did this to you?”

"No, it's not me, I was not qualified at the time." Arecio moved his ears. "I was appointed and cowardly at the beginning. Theo's goal was not me, I was just a chess piece that was implicated."

He stopped talking, and recalling himself was not happy.

"But you broke everything in the end, didn't you?" said the Saint, "You have the courage, and, your courage affects someone."

"……who?"

"I."

I had been silently looking at the staff member who was hanging the hanging for a while. It was a young woman from Oriental, with a smile on her face. Perhaps because there was no one around, the smile seemed very stylized. With the help of the robot, the woman wrapped the small hanging decorations little by little and then hung them in a conspicuous place.

When I walked out, I first reminded the other person who was standing on the ladder.

"Hello."

In an instant, a delicate disguise appeared on the other person's face, and the little bit of surprise and smile suddenly became extremely real. I felt cold in my heart when I looked at this "real" expression.

"Mr.? Do you need something?"

"Can I help you with hang up?" I raised my head and asked softly, "You are alone, and although you have robot assistance, it still looks very hard."

"Ah..."

I don’t know how the worm in this woman’s body was judged, but in the end, she gave me a smile.

"Then you have to be careful, I will help you with the ladder."

I began to hang dolls one by one. The little bat's dolls were furry and red eyes. When I looked at him, it was as if Aresio was watching him. In his pair of red eyes, he felt his thoughts become more and more chaotic, and the prisoners, ministers, and Beizhu City that he had seen in his dreams came one after another and the layered distractions.

[So, the blood clan began to enter the city in large numbers.]

He hung up a doll, and the little bat circled around the air.
To be continued...