This is the first time Arecio has entered the Saint's room since his recovery. He is still very curious. The current memory of the psychopath stays in a time when he was not on good terms with him. He does not know that the psychopath in this period will choose

How to decorate the room, assuming that the center will meet all his requirements.

The room was unexpectedly plain, not as if there was no time to decorate, but as if there was no intention of decorating at all. The saint sat down at the only table and raised his eyes to look at the vampires who were looking around.

"What are you looking for?"

Arecio took advantage of the situation and asked, "Didn't you request it from the center? Even if you only stay for a few days, at least make yourself a little more comfortable."

"...That's it."

"Huh? What a liar! Your taste is obviously not like this." Arecio refused to believe it. "Even if there is not a particularly comfortable seating area, at least your sugar bowl should be placed on the table."

"..."

"I once suspected that you were eating three kilograms of candy a day."

Lucius' eyes darkened slightly, and his feeling at this moment was a bit strange. He did envision how to buy a house of his own after completing his mission and retiring, and how to make the house comfortable, but these

Something the Vampires shouldn't know.

Sugar is the same, but most of the time when he eats sugar, he feels a lot of pressure. He has to rely on some sugar to suppress himself and keep himself calm. But the vampire said that he once had to eat a lot of sugar a day, so he used to eat a lot of sugar.

To what extent are you suppressed, and what are you suppressing?

It seems that the vampire doesn't know this question. Fortunately, he has gradually recovered some fragments of memory. One day, he will know the answer.

"There are two things." Lucius stopped dwelling on the issue of sugar or not and went straight to the point.

"One thing is that my memory is recovering." When he said this, he looked directly at the vampire, intending to implicitly warn the other party not to try to deceive him. He would eventually remember all the past one day, and then the vampire would have

He can expose as many lies as he wants.

Arecio just nodded casually with a magnanimous expression. Suddenly he thought of something and his face changed slightly.

The cunning Vampire told him that there was indeed truth in what he told him. Lucius said with certainty, he found it strange that the Vampire always seemed to have a good relationship with him, as they were obviously old enemies who killed each other.

Arecio's brain circuit was not on the same channel as his. He was just a little horrified to think that if his memory could be restored, would it mean that the seemingly well-behaved saint in front of him would eventually turn back into the psychopath? Although

In this way, he could ask why the other party started a war so brazenly, but on the other hand, he really couldn't bear that psychosis.

"The second thing is about the military personnel who came to the door just now." Lucius said, "Marshal Olson made a special trip back from the northern front. I hope that I can contribute to the glory of the north that has not subsided in the future."

He looked at Arecio's expression, and not surprisingly, he saw a slight confusion. The vampires were always like this. They had too long lives, so they always seemed very undisciplined and only focused on what they were interested in. This interest usually

It wouldn't last long. Lucius lowered his eyes. He had studied many courses about vampires in the temple, but he never expected that he could directly use a vampire as a comparison to prove the authenticity of what he had learned.

This is... funny.

"I thought there would be no war in the world ten thousand years from now." All Arecio saw during this period was singing and dancing, which was not at all like wartime.

"Because it's not serious, it has been completely suppressed in the north." Lucius said, "The power of light in the world is extremely strong now. People convert the power of light in the atmosphere into a light index."

Arecio thought of the brightness index he had seen in the barrage, and there was another related word that seemed to be...

"...Light haze?"

"That is the situation after the explosion. The light will fill the air in the form of dust, and even the creatures that are inclined to the light will feel uncomfortable in it." The saint skillfully called up the relevant pictures from the light brain, but there was no

He turned around to show Arecio, but he just watched quietly.

"The haze on the northern front is highly concentrated and has escalated into a haze. That's the level at which ordinary humans will die in just a few minutes without wearing protection."

The optical brain showed scenes of thrilling scenes, including resistance on the front line and soldiers who had unfortunately been infected in the rear. The people in the photos were lying weakly on the hospital bed, with large bright spots covering their bodies.

This is one of the consequences of light ulcers, that is, actinic disease. Some people or light creatures who have more light power will also show this state once their power is out of control. Some of them will even attract light from the void.

The alien species will be a complete disaster by then.

Arecio had moved his chair to a position so that he could see the screen at an angle. The picture on the screen made him frown slightly, but he did not feel much fear.

He has experienced too many more brutal battlefields.

"But why..." He heard the saint next to him make a confused sound, "Light is good, darkness is evil. If there is overflow of good things, why will it bring about evil consequences?"

"We have been working hard to fill the world with God's glory. Why is the result after we achieve it like this..."

The crazy person was still having such cute thoughts... but he could see it more clearly in the later stage. He obeyed the instructions of the temple and was not convinced at all.

"Because it's wrong."

Without raising his eyes, Arecio opened the candy box given by the old marshal with a click.

"Both sides are wrong."

The colorful candies were each crowded in their own small compartments, and they looked very sweet. Arecio was struggling with which one to eat. It was difficult for him to make a decision, so he raised his head and asked the saint.

"Which one do you like?"

"Is the camp you belong to also wrong? Is the vampire clan wrong too?"

"Of course, they are a group of fools clamoring to plunge the world into eternal night. I thought that only children of a certain age would have such sick thoughts...which one?"

"..."

"Which...one...piece?"

"...orange."

"OK."

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

I thought I was giving it to him. Saint:...

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

"The vampires will surely be happy for His Highness the Prince's rebellious idea."

"Ha, they are so angry." Arecio looked quite happy. Even after a long time, thinking about the faces of those vampire elders still made him want to laugh out loud. "However, they are also scared to death that their father will die.

After that, who dares to fight against me?"

Lucius paused for a moment. He knew the blood family genealogy by heart and naturally knew what kind of person Aresio's father was as a third-generation blood family member.

"That second-generation vampire...is dead?"

The most feared enemy of the temple, the second-generation vampire whose strength is infinitely close to that of God, and the father who transformed Arecio into a vampire... is dead?

Arecio's interest seemed to have suddenly dropped. He didn't like talking about that person very much, and he wasn't in a good mood when he talked about it. But this time it was his first start. He always forgot about this psychosis and had no subsequent memories. At present,

She is still in a very innocent and lovely stage.

"Let's not talk about him. I already know the two things you said, so you want to go to the military headquarters tomorrow? I don't have anything else to do, so I will go with you. After all...one thousand meters, right?"

Lucius did not ask further questions, and he was destined to get no results if he continued to ask. He nodded, and then took out a stack of paper documents from the desk drawer and handed them to Arecio. It was his own idea to organize these documents, so

Not included in the business.

"These things, if you have time, I hope... you can at least stand on your side and find fault with me." He watched the vampire take the document, looked at it for a while, and then raised his head in surprise.

"Is it our history?"

"Yes." Lucius held his hand slightly at his side, and then slowly released it. In order to obtain a more objective and correct history, he could put aside his self-esteem for the time being.

"History is a compulsory subject for me in the temple. The main historical context has been sorted out here. However, what I have accepted is the revised history of the temple. There may be many modifications and beautifications, which is not objective enough." He looked at the vampires.

, "So I hope you can read this history, make additions and modifications, and we can discuss the controversial areas."

Arecio blinked. He had never seen an expression like that of a psycho. Perhaps it was because he was not familiar with the neurosis of this period. At this time, the neurosis was like a true saint, believing in the light, firm in his stance, and possessing

He has an extremely strong sense of responsibility and is even willing to lower his head and ask for his help.

Overall...it's really cute!

"You have asked for it, so it doesn't mean that I can't help you." Arecio stood up with the documents, "After all, I have lived for so many years, and a lot of the history you mentioned was my own personal experience, so I can't be more clear about it."

He drawled and glanced at the saint, who dared not speak in anger.

Damn, this is so happy!

"I can accept some of your conditions." The saint swallowed his anger.

This made him seem like a bad guy... Arecio muttered to himself that he actually didn't want the other party to do anything, he was just very competitive and refused to let go of the opportunity to gain the upper hand.

"Then I ask you..." He looked at the saint's slightly nervous expression, and deliberately gave up for a while, "I ask you to think carefully about the previous topic, the topic of good and evil."

Is it that simple? The saint breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't need Arecio to tell him, he would think about it himself.

"Even if according to your position, light is good and the temple is good, then you who were trained by the temple and believe in light should practice all good virtues and abandon all evil thoughts." Arecio looked at the beautiful saint.

With his sky-colored eyes, he knew that at least at the moment, the other party must be doing the same thing.

That's why he said that the lunatics of this period are the real saints.

He had deep respect.

"But you have to think about it, are the fanatic believers who are so far away that you don't know, and the teachers who are so close that you respect, really practicing your virtues and precepts... Don't rush to refute me, I have already defined the scope

For true believers and your teachers, you should trust these people, right?"

The saint who wanted to argue fell silent.

"Anyway, your memory is recovering. I'm not in a hurry to get the result of your thinking. You can think about it slowly."

Arecio took the information and pushed open the door, preparing to go back next door to use his historical expertise. He is a vampire who has lived for thousands of years. He...

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