The manticore was easy to handle. Arecio stroked the wolf cub and took out a small handful of fallen fur. He randomly balled up the hair and threw it out, and it turned into an agile bat again. In this way, the manticore

affim……

"Ouch!"

However, the manticore did not raise its claws and chase, but turned around and ran away, as if it was not a bat but some kind of psychological shadow. The manticore thought of the person who snatched the button, and then took a slight sniff, smelling the terrible thing belonging to the vampire.

The taste of people.

So it tucked its tail between its legs and ran away, being chased by the bat without looking back.

Arecio:…

There seems to be something wrong, but at least it achieved its purpose.

What troubles Aresio more is night birds. Although night birds were very common in his time, they were almost always used to serve on the dining table. As a prince, Aresio would certainly not be so condescending as to raise them.

A kind of creature. He doesn't even know what night birds usually eat. Of course, it is impossible to know how to change the mind of night birds who are on hunger strike. He...

Arecio's mind suddenly went blank because he saw those squatting on the shelf...

Black ball?

Do people in this era have any special interest in spheres? Spherical manticores, spherical wolf cubs, and even night birds with long and narrow wings and strong body shapes can be cultivated into spherical shapes. How can we eat them... No, this is not the case.

You are already sitting on the bottom of the jail and you can't eat anything!

The black balls were squatting peacefully on the shelf, their feathers were fluffy and shiny due to daily careful maintenance. From time to time, they moved their necks and called softly. The caregiver next to them immediately took out a wooden tickler to scratch the night birds.

On the neck, the night bird squinted its eyes and enjoyed it. After a while, it called again. This time it wanted fruit, but after taking a few bites, it didn't want it anymore and turned its head to one side.

Arecio: So fat... No! So lazy!

Night Bird, who closed his eyes and was concentrating, noticed a gaze, and moved a few centimeters on the clip uneasily. The next piece of fruit was brought to his mouth, and Night Bird stopped thinking too much, took a few hasty bites, and turned his head away in disgust.

Go. However, the piece of fruit did not take it back as before when it found it didn't want to eat it. Instead, it firmly placed it in front of its eyes.

Nightbird glared angrily at the caretaker who didn't look at him, but he met the vampire's expressionless face.

Arecio poked a piece of fruit with a toothpick in his hand. He didn't give up because the night bird wouldn't eat it. Instead, he insisted on passing it to the night bird with a sullen face.

Arecio: Eat.

The feathers of the night bird exploded one by one. Before the caregiver could speak to smooth things over, he quickly lowered his head, ate the piece of fruit in big gulps, and then looked at Arecio in a flattering manner. Arecio remained expressionless, not because of any reason.

He praised it for its obedience and picked up another piece of fruit.

"Eat." Arecio didn't know what to say at this time, so he said the simplest thing. He looked around and saw that the black balls on the shelf collectively exploded into spiked balls, and he hurriedly lowered his head to find something to eat.

Two of them even fought over a piece of fruit, and both rolled off the shelf. Before the caregiver could pick them up, they climbed up the shelf without saying a word, and continued to look like they were enjoying their meal.

After eating the fruits and staple food, Arecio looked at the meat and vegetables in the food box with brightly colored meals. He felt that these night birds probably eat better than humans. He didn't know why they went on a hunger strike. He pondered, and there was something in his ears.

The regular sound of eating suddenly turned into the sound of pecking at the lunch box. Arecio looked up and saw that the night bird he was feeding had already finished the food in the food box and was pecking away at the empty lunch box.

Why are you on hunger strike when you are so hungry?

Night Bird:...Do I dare to stop?!

Arecio couldn't help but stretched out his hand, but he couldn't hold the night bird with one hand. He could only half-circle it and squeeze it. The feathers of night birds were also very popular thousands of years ago. They felt cool and delicate to the touch.

Meat is even more... Wait, why are you thinking about breaking the law again!

The fat and thin night bird was almost crying after being tested by him.

The night bird caregiver was dumbfounded as he looked at the night birds desperately eating. As soon as the vampires came, these night birds were obedient. It was incredible! He thanked Arecio again and again, but Arecio felt that he had done nothing at all.

So he shook his head slightly and picked up the wolf cub that was trying to eat the fruit on the ground.

The amount of exercise today is definitely enough.

It's time for him to get off work too orz

Lucius also finished his day's work. The Institute of Ancient History accommodated his and Arecio's situation and specially allocated people to open an office in the conservation center. He had a pleasant chat with several editors, and the work was progressing

Not bad, in a few months the revised part of the history will be available.

Anyway, the work now is much less stressful than when I was in the temple.

Lucius was sitting in the car in the center waiting for Arecio to go home with him. Then he saw an Alexander vampire. He got into the car, closed the door, looked blank, and finally leaned against him.

On the chair.

Arecio sat in the front row and he sat in the back row, which was the position he carefully chose. Lucius calmly took out his notebook and prepared to record.

"Why, work is not going well?"

"...It's so difficult for me."

"But I heard you did a good job."

Arecio slowly turned his head to look at him, Lucius calmly hid the notebook aside; Arecio slowly turned his head back, and he moved the notebook back to his lap.

"But I'm almost afraid of work..." Arecio said quietly, "You know, it's a boomerang and a hunger strike."

"I'm not tired from work, but I'm just so tired..."

"Not only tired, but also weak..."

Lucius' note-taking hand paused. For the first time in his life, he couldn't understand the meaning of Arecio's words. He frowned in confusion and retrieved the chat records of all parties from the optical computer.

Records say that Arecio did a good job and solved many of the center's problems.

Lucius: No, we will investigate all night tonight!

The next day, Lucius faced the dark circles under his eyes after a sleepless night and unpacked the breakfast takeaways delivered by the center. When the work situation stabilizes, these deliveries can be stopped, and he can buy some materials and make them at home. After unpacking the takeaways, etc.

After a while, I saw the vampire slowly coming down from upstairs and sitting at the dinner table, holding the fork bitterly.

Lucius: Continue the investigation all night!

On the third day, it took a long time for the takeaway to arrive, and Arecio went downstairs. He was not in a hurry to eat, and just lay down on the sofa, face down, and his voice was muffled.

"I'll be ready soon... right away... lie down for a while..."

Lucius: Keep investigating!

On the fourth day, Lucius knocked on the door, and Arecio slowly opened the door. He finished breakfast with dull eyes and went to work at the child care center.

Lucius: Continue--continue--

On the fifth day, Arecio failed to get up.

Lucius put down his meal and went to knock on the door. He had to find out the truth today. In fact, he was almost exhausted!

"Aresi, it's time to go to work."

"Ahhhhhhh, are you a devil!" Something banged on the door, and the vampire groaned under the quilt, "We can still live together if we don't mention work! If we do, I'll put you in the flower garden.

The carrot inside was pulled out!”

"..."

Talk nicely, why are you persecuting Carrot!

"Speak carefully if you have something to say," Lucius advised, "why take it out on carrots."

"..."

This time it seemed to be a pillow, hitting the door of the room, enough to show the anger of the vampires inside.

The saint pondered for a while at the door. He first sent a message to the relevant staff of the childcare center that Arecio was asking for leave. He was really in a mental state that made him unable to work. Then he knocked on the door again.

"I'm in?"

Lucius pushed open the door and entered.

There are extremely thick dark curtains in the vampire's room, blocking out all sunlight. The camera is rolled behind the door. The parts of the model bought some time ago are scattered on the floor. It seems that they don't have the patience to put it together. On the round table in the room, except for the incomplete

Outside the model, there was also a row of small flower pots. Lucius took a closer look and recognized the fragile jade-green seedlings——

They are all his tomato seedlings.

He said! The crop varieties after ten thousand years are so excellent, and the temperature and humidity of his flower bed are so suitable, how could they not sprout! It turns out that Arecio stole them all into the room and used them as potted plants!

Lucius slowly raised his head, and his eyes met Arecio's head emerging from the quilt to observe him. Arecio was startled, quickly tightened the quilt, and wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis again.

"...Explanation." Lucius took the stolen goods and came to the vampire's bedside. The quilt squirmed a little, and finally put on a stubborn resistance posture, making Lucius laugh angrily.

"Go to work without explanation." He grabbed a corner of the quilt, and the vampire struggled to resist and protested.

"Devil! It's just a few tomatoes!"

"Are you sure you haven't thought about carrots? Come out! Go to work!"

"I don't! Devil! Ahhh let go!"

"I can't work if you don't work! Get up!"

Arecio's tug on the quilt was too tight and could not be pulled away at all. The Saint had no choice but to drag the quilt and the vampires out of bed together. He realized belatedly that Arecio did not choose to sleep in the coffin, and even gave it to himself

He made a soft bed to sleep on. This was very unethical. He wanted to take notes.

Arecio was wrapped in a quilt and dragged to the ground, dragged out the door and down the stairs. When his head hit the stairs a few times, he actually felt a faint sense of relief.
To be continued...