Arecio himself doesn’t remember when he first became concerned about mental illness.

Before being dragged into the coffin, he lived for about two thousand years, two-thirds of which were free of mental illness. He also remembered many things, remembered many vampires, and remembered many hunters in the temple. Some were dead, and some were still alive in the end.

Yes, but he always felt that he had been living as if he had been floating for more than a thousand years before encountering the mental illness.

If he is unhappy or tired of it, he can cover the coffin board at any time and lie in a closed space that he feels a little disgusted with. When he opens his eyes again, the world will definitely be different. Just like when he was heartbroken after the death of his friend Long, after taking revenge,

After sleeping in the coffin, the princess that Long loved became a new lich, and he had a new friend.

Use deep sleep to resist boredom, use deep sleep to face farewell... before encountering neurosis.

After encountering a mental illness, he felt like a kite was connected to the string. He knew that human life was very short, and the temple's way of combating shortness was to freeze. He did not want that noble saint to become one of those frozen to death.

, so every time before he lay in the coffin, he would think about it, grit his teeth, and stay awake again.

As long as he is awake, the other person is precious to the temple.

He was forced to obtain one piece of news related to the saint in the long waking hours, and those news were all shining without exception. The saint walked all the way, heroic and full of brilliance. That was Ah

What Recio looked like in his dream when he was still human.

But he no longer has the right to dream.

"I remember everything you participated in, so I have a pretty good memory." Arecio retracted his thoughts and did not forget to stretch his memory.

The saint looked at him with a strange look. Something in his sky-colored eyes flashed slightly, but was quickly covered up again.

"Yeah, me too."

He said slowly.

Arecio also nodded. Suddenly, he remembered that the person in front of him was once a psychopath. He remembered the things that the psychopath had participated in, because everything the neuropath experienced was his dream when he was a human being, and the psychopath said

I remember everything related to him...

Arecio is horrified when he thinks about it carefully. His "remember everything" and the "remember everything" of a psychopath are definitely not the same thing! With the degree of distortion in the later stages of neurosis, that "remember" is definitely a "remember" in which all details are remembered!

It’s a “remember” that I write in a notebook and still take it out to flip through in the middle of the night! It’s a “remember” that I can read all the changes in his expressions in the past in front of him!

You are careless! Is the neurosis starting to change now?

Arecio stood up in horror and stared at the saint in front of him warily.

"Do you want to start now?"

Lucius paused for a moment, then looked at him in confusion, as if he didn't know what he was going to say.

"As a hunter with the ultimate goal of hunting you... once." Lucius did not forget to add, "Of course I have to understand the great things you have done. It is better to say that this is one of my homeworks.

."

Arecio hasn't let down his guard yet. The shadow that the mental illness brought to him is really too great.

"Then tell me what you remember...Delvi's incident."

He had indeed recovered this memory. The saint thought for a moment and slowly stated:

"Dervi, Queen of Blood Thorns..."

His voice was indeed very suitable for describing history, because even when describing events in which the vampires had the upper hand, there was no unnecessary emotion. He talked about the Queen's purge plan, how the Manticore asked Arecio to intervene, and

Speaking of how Arecio sent four generations of vampires to kill the queen, he himself broke the silver cross and disgraced the temple.

Although Arecio did not expect how the manticore contacted him, and the temple was actually able to learn about the process, the psycho's current narrative made him slowly relax.

"That's it?"

He sat back on the chair. The saint opposite him frowned slightly and sat upright, looking very well-behaved.

"Is there any omission?"

"No, it's very comprehensive." Arecio was completely reassured, his mental illness was quite normal now, and they could still get along happily.

The saint then lowered his eyelashes quietly, but Arecio felt a little regretful. He should not be biased against the neurotic who still has amnesia because of some extreme actions of the neurotic in the past. That would be too unfair.

But he was a bit unable to say an apology...

"Are you...are you going to sleep? Go to the room with the coffin? Can you fall asleep?" Arecio had to forcefully change the subject. He saw the saint nodding slightly, so he decisively stood up and left.

How about he get up early tomorrow and bring breakfast to the psychopath, and that's an apology? Arecio was still thinking about it when he returned to his room, but then he thought that he would never get up earlier than the psychopath, so he gave up. He thought about it for a long time.

, suddenly approached the door and heard the sound of the saint leaving. After hesitating, he didn't know what his psychology was, so he covered his breath and followed quietly.

The conservation center is not extremely quiet at night. On the contrary, there are many dark creatures walking at night, and there are many people taking care of them. The center is brightly lit. Aresio followed Lucius, and he deliberately hid so that the current saint could not find him.

, Arecio even had the leisure to look out the window.

They were walking past a floor-to-ceiling window one after another. Sea snakes breathed out at night, and bright-colored flames floated on the surface of the inland sea. The firelight reflected their silhouettes, but this flame was not the flames of war in the past, but rather gentle.

The coffin was placed on the next floor, and a room was specially vacated to store this precious item that was thousands of years old. After obtaining permission, the center took some roses for research, but most of them were still left in the coffin.

The magic of time is frozen and blooms forever.

The Saint came to the coffin, but he did not rush to lie down in it to rest. Instead, he sat on it and took out a notebook. Only then did Arecio notice that the Saint had brought many other things, as if he planned to

Also do something before going to bed.

The curtains in the room were not all closed, and the cold silver light was projected from the cracked gap, leaving the shadow of the window lattice on the ground. The backlit saint was leaning on the heavy coffin, wearing half a silver cloak.

As it fell, the moist moonlight-colored breath of the rose filled the space, and the saint seemed to be immersed in this ocean of pale silver, reminding Arecio of the first time they met.

Of course it wasn't the day when he folded the silver cross. That was the day when the psychopath forcibly corrected him, hoping that he would regard that as the first day. But in Arecio's own understanding, it was also the first time he met Lucius.

In such a dark late night, when there was no light around, and the saint appeared in front of him——

Suddenly the moon rises.

It was a hunting ground for the nobles of the kingdom. The temple and the nobles were jealous of each other. The dark clouds with broken silver crosses hung over the temple, making them crazy for revenge. The temple planned to launch an attack on the werewolves in advance, and the kingdom

Their troops can help them repel those snowy border people who believe in darkness.

The hunters trained in the temple were prohibited from using magic and martial arts, and they were searching for prey. Suddenly a golden stag jumped out of the trees, with the moonlight shining on its antlers - it was the most precious prey today. It fled crazily among the hunter's bows and arrows, and the hunter

They shouted and chased, all the way into the deep forest, wading through knee-deep shallow water, and an arrow with a name engraved on it accurately shot the deer down in front of the dense forest.

The cheers of the hunters did not ring out, there was only deathly silence.

In front of the dense forest, an intruder in a black cloak stood quietly. An excessively pale hand reached out from the wide sleeve of the cloak, grasped the arrow, and pulled it out with no apparent effort. The owner of the hand looked at it carefully.

name, laughed.

"Lucius...which one?"

Facing the three generations of vampires who had just broken their silver crosses not long ago, among the trembling hunters, only one person stood out. That was the scene of their first meeting in Arecio's memory.

The saint waded in, as if he was walking on an immortal myth woven by the stars and the moon. He shone brighter than the fallen golden deer, and his drooping eyelashes blocked the color of the sky. Arecio thought, how could he be so beautiful?

What about humans?

"That is my prey." said the human, said the saint, said the hunter whose life's mission was to kill him.

In fact, he just wanted the deer, right? The golden fur and horns were really nice. Arecio felt sad after recalling it. He should not have acted like that in the first place. He should have just carried the deer away and made the skin into a blanket.

The horns are made into decorations, which makes you crazy.

He looked at his watch and saw that it was already the time for the Immortal Cultivation Party's carnival, and the psycho didn't plan to sleep yet. This was unscientific. He knew the precise schedule of the psycho, unless...

He didn't want to sleep at all, or couldn't sleep.

So the quality of sleep has not improved at all? Counting today, I have been staying up all night for six consecutive days!

Arecio couldn't hold himself any longer, and just as he was about to go in, the tips of his ears twitched slightly, and he quietly returned to his original place, watching quietly as the visitor knocked on the door of the room that was not closed.

It's Zhu Heng.

Arecio's judgment was very accurate. He quickly entered the room before Zhu Heng entered and stood against the wall. As expected, Zhu Heng closed the door and took out a box of medicine from the pocket of his white coat.

"I was working the night shift today, and I brought the extra medicine myself." He handed the medicine to Lucius and frowned worriedly, "Relying on medicine to sleep is not a long-term solution. If you can, you can try it.

Undergo hypnosis.”

Lucius rejected the offer.

"Then, if you need anything, you can come to me. You do seem to be..."

"It's not very good, right?" Lucius answered his words and lowered his eyes, "I'm indeed not very well. The day after tomorrow... no, it's tomorrow now. I will be under the same roof with the vampires."

"...This may be the source of your psychological stress."

"...Inherited ideas are difficult to change."

Lucius finally said.

Zhu Heng left the medicine and left. Lucius looked at the instructions on the medicine box and suddenly looked sideways and saw Arecio.

"Don't take what I just said to heart..."

"You doubt Zhu Heng."

Lucius' hand paused slightly, and then a faint smile appeared on his expressionless face.
Chapter completed!