The memory stopped. Arecio's breakfast was very simple. He just ordered some bread and fried eggs, and the salad was green and dripping. In the morning, he had a bad appetite, and he usually didn't eat much meat. He tore open his own bread.

, soft and fluffy, with the aroma of wheat, the wolf cub squatting next to him squeaked twice, put his front paws on the table, and tried to climb up.

"Put it down." Arecio said without raising his eyelids.

The wolf cub retracted his paws in aggrieved manner and licked his mouth with his tongue.

He is hungry.

There is no meat that he likes, but the fried eggs are also very good, especially the piece that the vampire is cutting now. The wolf cub whined twice again, which clearly meant that he wanted to eat.

"What can he eat?" Ellie asked Darph, fearing that something would go wrong if he was fed freely.

Dalf has been raising this fur ball for many years and has a good understanding of its feeding habits. After hearing this, he immediately stood up and prepared to get a meal.

"Basically, everything is fine, but I prefer meat. I'll go get some meat and bring it back while he wants to eat now."

Arecio stopped cutting the omelette. He stretched out his hand, pinched the wolf cub's fleshy face, and asked him to open his mouth to see the condition of his teeth. At the same time, his own dark power flowed through the wolf cub's body.

, checked it out, and fell into deep thought.

There was no difference at all from the werewolves of his time...

Why can't I transform into a human form? I still pick this and that. I'm so squeamish that I can't take more than two steps without gasping...

Arecio quickly answered the question himself, as was his custom.

"You don't have to feed him in particular, he can eat anything." Arecio let go of the wolf cub's face. The wolf cub shook its head dizzy a few times and started to growl for food again, focusing on staring at Alessio.

The ones that Recio planned to eat.

"Huh? But..."

"The physical examination report didn't show any special allergies, right?" Arecio asked, and when he saw Delph shaking his head, he felt even more confident.

"Then there is nothing that cannot be eaten. Werewolves can eat anything."

In Arecio's era, werewolves lived in the Far North, where there were blizzards for nine months a year. All creatures in that land were extremely strong and tough, and werewolves were the best among them. They hunted for a living on weekdays.

Tubers, plants and even some insects are all welcome, making them almost the creatures with the widest range of diets.

Arecio took out an empty plate and piled bread, fried eggs and some salad on it. He cut them into small pieces and placed them on the table in front of the wolf cub. This height was within the wolf cub's reach. Dalph saw

There were a lot of green vegetables on the plate. I was a little happy, but more worried.

"He hates green vegetables..."

Before he finished speaking, the wolf cub had already opened its mouth and was just still, waiting to be fed.

He actually wanted to eat it! Daph was very excited. Today was great. Not only could this fur ball move, but he could also eat so many green vegetables. It was the healthiest day ever! Just feed these in one bite at a time.

The wolf cub's mouth is...

Arecio ate his own indifferently, showing no sign of being fed.

The wolf cub kept its mouth open, like a nestling bird waiting to be fed. However, his mouth was sore, and the breakfast of the vampire next to him was coming to an end, so he was stunned and didn't even feed him half a mouthful.

"Ouch!"

Arecio remained motionless, eating the last bite of soft bread, picking up the still warm soup, and sighed that the automatic heating plate was really useful.

The wolf cub 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 looked at Arecio secretly. This time Arecio didn't stop him. The nature of the two paws were different. The first time was for not following table manners and the latter was for help.

Strength means to start eating on your own. Just like a child trying to eat by himself who will grab the table and hold the cutlery tightly, Arecio will not care about this.

The wolf cub tilted his head, struggled to pick up a piece of bread, and swallowed it in two or two mouthfuls, followed by the fried eggs. He ate until the bread crumbs were all over his fur, but he enjoyed it so much that he couldn't reach it with his mouth. Without waiting for Darph's help, Arecio

Use a fork to move the food from the back to the front.

Although it was very slow, the wolf cub finally finished his meal and drank the thick soup in the shallow container. He let out a proud "ooh" and turned to look at Arecio.

Arecio rubbed his head not too gently.

The breakfast lasted for more than an hour. Ellie was originally worried that Arecio would be impatient, but she didn't expect that he was surprisingly calm. Her doubts were noticed by Arecio, and the vampire just said briefly:

"Werewolves have an old acquaintance with me."

"A werewolf from ten thousand years ago?" Ellie became excited and looked at Darph, "What was it like?"

They were walking on the way to send the wolf pup back. The wolf pup kept chasing at Arecio's feet, trying to bite his trouser legs. Occasionally he would roll over and fall, but he would get up again without caring and continue to be excited.

Running after him.

Arecio thought for a while, and he was a little surprised that he could still clearly remember some things about the werewolves. On the order of the father of the vampire family, he went to the far north to confirm the next move of the temple, where there lived tough and brave people.

Werewolf, he still remembers the first time he saw the werewolf leader in the snowfield——

Silver-white "arrows" were shot at him from all directions, and they were giant silver wolves running in groups. The wind and snow in the sky finally couldn't cover up the full moon of the werewolf clan. Under the vast silver light, Arecio clearly witnessed the grand scene.

The Wolf King goes on tour.

【Blood clan.】

The werewolf king and queen bared their sharp teeth at him.

【Why did you come to our snowy land? 】

"As long as you have seen that scene, you will never forget it. Those werewolves are not running, but like... rushing." Arecio said softly. He lowered his head and looked at the round wolf cubs lingering at his feet. Deep Rose

His colored eyes flickered slightly.

He thought that the Werewolf King might not have thought that one day in the future, the descendants of werewolves would show such innocent expressions, be pampered and pampered by many people, and be able to happily do whatever they want.

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

"We can't go any further. He will lose power again after one thousand meters." Aresio was talking about Lucius. He knew that psychopaths must hate the feeling of being out of control, so after that time, he would no longer be able to control his body.

It didn't go more than a thousand meters.

Ellie and Darph heard this with great admiration. There were only a hundred or so werewolves in the center, and the scene of a group of silver wolves running around must have been extremely magnificent. They didn’t know when they would see it again. Ellie and Arecio were familiar with each other, and they went back.

On the way, I talked about my inner thoughts and was very happy.

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

"You'll see. Take good care of yourself. Werewolves grow up very quickly."

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

"...What did you say his name was?" Arecio suddenly turned around, startling the caregiver who was following 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 passed down from generation to generation. The original meaning of this name was a small island in the North Sea. The werewolves took it as a

The king's name, together with the queen's name "Corsinia", was passed down from generation to generation.

He looked at the worried and confused expression of the human girl in front of him, and knew that his reaction was too much. Hearing two familiar names today made him slightly out of control. The feeling of watching a period of history alone was too lonely. He remembered

No one could resonate with him at the moment about the people and things, the grand scenes and the bloody wars, and it even made him wonder whether the things he remembered were false.

but……

The saint opened the door of his room and sent out two men in straight military uniforms while still talking. But when Arecio appeared at the corner, he immediately raised his eyes and accurately captured the movement of the vampires.

He was keenly aware that the vampire seemed a little... depressed?

"I will go to the military headquarters to have a detailed discussion with you tomorrow." Lucius ended the conversation in a hurry and turned most of his attention to the vampires.

"Huh? Why would people from the military department..." Aili was a little confused, but she recognized the two visitors from the military department and immediately greeted them with respect.

"Hello, Marshal, I am Ellie, the guardian of the blood race, and this is His Highness Arecio, the resurrected prince of the blood race."

She then introduced Arecio: "Aresio, this is Marshal Olson, the commander of the Northern Front."

The man called the Marshal is a human with a stern face. He is over fifty years old, and every wrinkle expresses rigidity and toughness. He stands with his hands behind his back, followed by his adjutant, and his eyes gently move towards Alei.

Western Europe, with a majesty of military origin.

Arecio remained motionless and nodded as a greeting.

The old marshal's eyes wavered slightly.

Seeing that the other party had not moved for a long time, Arecio couldn't help but raise his head and look at the old human marshal inquiringly.

"What's the matter?"

The old marshal's stern expression reminded him of those old bishops in the temple, which was not a wonderful association.

However, soon, the old marshal's frowning eyebrows relaxed as never before. His hand reached into his pocket, and then his arm lifted up his cloak and handed something to Arecio.

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

"Candy? Do you want to eat it?"

Arecio:…

Arecio:???

He hesitated, and 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.
To be continued...