Hitomi has announced that he will make a big movie about werewolves from thousands of years ago. There is no need to shoot, and he will prepare the materials himself. The protagonist of the story is a werewolf, a dark creature that lives in the snowy area, and the witness to the whole story is...

Arecio.

This news caused a "pupil earthquake" on the social platform "pupil".

[Report! The trailer was forwarded by the childcare center!]

[Where is the time? Did you tell me the time?]

[The sisters above seem to be here by the middle of next month at the latest.]

[It seems that they are not going to let me sleep today. Yesterday, the attention center was invaded, and today I am crazy about watching movie trailers. 】

[I really want to watch the movie about dark creatures from ten thousand years ago! Dad Hitomi, please make a whole series, please?! I’ll buy it! I’ll buy them all! 】

This time, unlike "Flower in the Sky," Hitomi did not let anyone participate in the production. He just kept quiet and organized and edited the massive stored image data internally.

The carnival on the Internet and Hitomi's intense activities behind the scenes have nothing to do with Arecio for the time being. There is nothing going on at the center, so he and the psycho returned home after almost two days. Lucius first paid attention to the small flower garden

The vegetables in the house were growing well, and then the light brain he placed in the house suddenly rang.

His hands were still stained with dirt, so he called out to Arecio.

"Aresi, answer the call."

Arecio, holding a bowl of crispy roasted almonds, jumped down from the second floor to answer the call.

"Who? There's something crazy here."

"...?"

The delivery boy opposite slowly typed a question mark.

Arecio was enjoying the joy of smearing the lunatics. He unexpectedly saw the saint rushing in with two hands full of mud. He immediately turned on the speaker and nimbly climbed over the sofa without spilling the almonds on his left hand. The saint glanced at him.

, did not continue to chase, but replied to Guang Nao.

"Sorry, the kids at home were joking just now."

The delivery boy then put away his question mark and first expressed his apology. Yesterday, the store owner was nervously paying attention to the real-time situation of the attack on the conservation center. Almost all orders were not delivered. Today, an extra lobster was specially included. The list is abbreviated.

apology.

Lucius then turned to Arecio. The tips of the vampire's ears moved slightly, apparently hearing the content of the call and being quite interested in the lobster.

The saint suddenly seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"……Neuropathy?"

Arecio chewed an almond into pieces in his mouth. Hearing the "clicking" sound from the bone conduction to his ears, he was debating whether to give in to neurosis for the sake of the lobster.

"You made the decision that night? Aren't there only one per person per day?"

He is still struggling to his death, what if the lunatic deceives him?

"I can only have one per day," the saint said quietly, "but I met an acquaintance and used his quota to buy another one. I didn't expect that two of them were sent to me by accident. It was really hard to eat two for one person.

A bit much."

Of course, this was just to show off! He then smiled lightly, looking very polite.

"I forgot, there's not a single person here."

"..."

Arecio was so angry that he bit his own mouth while eating almonds.

"but……"

Arecio's ears suddenly perked up.

"If you are willing to give me the almonds, it is not impossible to negotiate."

"..."

"Give it or not?"

"……No."

"All the lobsters are mine?"

"...Woo."

In front of almonds and lobsters, Arecio reluctantly gave up almonds and turned to the arms of lobsters. He was a little angry when biting the lobsters. There is no need to expend strength to heal ordinary small wounds, so the bites in his mouth occasionally

When you touch the rich and spicy sauce, you feel sad.

But the lobster is really delicious.

After finishing the hard-earned dinner, Arecio huddled on the sofa and closed himself up. The almonds were gone, he was a little listless, and his mouth hurt. What kind of pain was this?

The saint was washing the dishes while observing him. Seeing the vampires huddled together on the sofa in frustration, he couldn't help but want to laugh. He glanced at the almonds that were put on hand to prevent the vampires from eating them. It was not impossible.

Return it to Alessi, but he saw Alessi eating almonds before. He has been eating almonds for many days, so it is better to set some limits on snacks.

He casually drew a cat with autism.jpg and posted it on the refrigerator. While taking out some potions that he had prepared some time ago, he also took some sugar and other things. It didn’t take much time to put a plate of green pudding on it.

On the low table in front of Arecio.

"Don't think about almonds, pudding is fine." He watched the vampires not even raising their heads, groping for a spoon on the table while shutting up, "Don't lie down to eat, sit up."

...No!

Lucius's communication rang again. He took a look at the content and saw that it was from Marshal Olson.

"I'm going out to the military headquarters." He stood up and put on his travel clothes. "I won't be back until the morning. I'll take the almonds with me. Remember to eat the pudding. There are some in the refrigerator."

Didn't his fangs bite his mouth? It would be better to eat some pudding mixed with medicine.

Arecio had already touched the spoon, but he still looked up at him. It was crazy that he was too dedicated, and he had to go out so late at night.

After a soft closing of the door, Arecio slowly slid from the sofa to the floor. No one cared about him now. He could eat lying down if he wanted. He could also place another order for almonds, and the robot would deliver them to his door.

It only takes less than an hour.

But he suddenly felt a little boring, so he sat up and ate the pudding without buying new almonds.

Now that the psycho is gone, the whole house is a little quiet. In the past, even if he was upstairs, he could hear the slightest movement of the oven, and then the aroma of sweet custard would rise up. It was the psycho who was baking.

Toast to be eaten the next morning. With the laziness of the vampires, it is really difficult for Arecio to understand the positivity of human beings. They are always preparing for tomorrow, always staying up late to deal with some things.

He put the empty plate into the sink, and the automatic dishwasher immediately started running, washing it cleanly and returning it to the shelf. Next to it was a large refrigerator. Arecio opened it. This was the first time he opened the refrigerator door, and the kitchen

It was almost considered the territory of a lunatic, and he always kept his own snacks in his room.

There are many layers in the refrigerator, and the raw materials and finished products are clearly separated. The easiest place to reach for is pudding. There is a small light-colored paper label on the pudding plate, which says "there is potion." Looking to both sides, there are baked goods.

Biscuits and snacks, dried meats and dried fruits are all carefully labeled with paper labels next to them.

【Like to eat.】

【Well enough.】

【Not good.】

All are...

Arecio's preferences.

The vampire slowly closed the refrigerator door, holding his hand on the door, but his cheeks began to turn red. He himself also felt the rising heat, so embarrassed that he almost wanted to stop this useless simulated human function, but

In the end, he just pressed the back of his hand against it, trying to ease the temperature on the side of his face with the slightly cool back of his hand.

He seemed to be pulled back to the press conference. In the slightly noisy silence, the saint said softly:

【...Aren't you scared?】

He pressed his head against the refrigerator door.

He seems to be crazy...

A bit...

The military sent a car to pick him up. Lucius quickly arrived at the military headquarters, and his griffon was temporarily kept here to recover. Olson invited him over late at night, mainly for Zhu Heng. This time

The temple has finally revealed the tip of the iceberg, and they need to seize every opportunity to deal with this dangerous organization.

Zhu Heng is undoubtedly a very suitable candidate. Theo uses him and despises him. The most important thing is that Zhu Heng is familiar with the temple. As long as the military makes efforts to send him in, Zhu Heng will become a nail in the temple.

The nail in the heart.

The military has prepared a new identity.

In the quiet and pale temporary detention center, Lucius saw Zhu Heng. The military department had been very polite to the doctor and only put electronic shackles on his hands. The old marshal was talking to him, and his expression was very relaxed.

"Here?" He greeted kindly, and then turned to Zhu Heng, "I have talked a lot with Dr. Zhu, and I have a deeper understanding of his determination. The military will provide all assistance, and the next thing will be done.

I’ll trouble you more.”

After all, Lucius was a hunter in the temple ten thousand years ago. Even if times have changed, the old marshal still believes that the current temple retains at least some things from the original temple. This is the only thing they can capture at the moment.

Lucius nodded slightly, and the old marshal left, leaving only him and Zhu Heng in the room. He sat down on the chair in front of Zhu Heng, raised his eyes slightly, and greeted him naturally.

"Best wishes, doctor."
To be continued...