Lucius closed his old notes. He had already shown off with Arecio today, so he felt calm now when he looked at the record of eating dog food. He rarely appeared in his notes when he was crazy. Lucius

Si looked at the few pages left in his notes. It seemed that he stopped recording from a certain period of time.

This is not a normal phenomenon. His research and recording of Aresi should be based on a lifetime.

He looked out the window. There was a drizzle tonight, and the rose buds in the rain were huddled safely under the shed he built, waiting to bloom. The lights on the first floor were still on, projected out from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, slanting and staining the rain curtain.

, Arecio is still awake, probably playing with u.

He turned around and browsed many free plays written by people on the web. Many of the scripts were quite interesting. Even if they could not be performed in the square here at the conservation center, they would be played in celebrations held in various places.

Extraordinary splendor. Everything is as it was thousands of years ago. The whole world seems to be rejoicing for this approaching festival. Human beings are, so are the creatures of light, and so are the creatures of darkness.

Just like Arecio said, a dream world.

Even he, who is not romantic at all, thinks so, so those difficult years are really over.

Probably because he was missed for a moment, Arecio sneezed when the cat on the top floor of the cat climbing frame downstairs was clinging to the star ring. He glanced at the stairs suspiciously, and then he felt relieved after confirming that the lunatic did not go downstairs. This circle

The ring looks simple, but actually falls apart very easily. Arecio was bald for several nights, and now it's finally finished!

He took the shining ring in his hand, looked at it, and put it away carefully. There was still a week before the carnival, so he could make the gift more rounded before giving it to the psycho.

He looked at the hand holding the ring, paused, and curled up his fingertips slightly. The feeling of being clasped seemed to still remain on his hand, and he also began to pay attention to the increasing number of neurosis that had affected him during this period.

Touching, the more he thought about it, the more suspicious it became, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that lunacy was interesting to him.

But what if...it's just persistence?

The third-generation prince, a vampire who was at the top of the combat power pyramid whether it was ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years later, raised his hand to cover his burning cheeks.

Even if you are persistent, you have to give it away.

He thought a little angrily, shook the star ring, and began to guess where the crazy memory was now restored.

The years of small church gatherings? It seems that we need to push it a little further.

Was that... those years when we spent the carnival together? It seems to be further back.

Recently, the psycho has touched his back more and more. After seeing his wings on the northern front, he has not been so active... Thinking of this, Arecio sat up suddenly from the top of the cat climbing frame, almost touching his head.

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He thought about it, it should have been the time when he was injured but still went to the chapel to meet the lunatic, right? At that time, he was dissatisfied with Theo's decision to massacre the village, and clearly realized the ideological gap between himself and Theo, and coupled with the long-term

Since then, Theo has suppressed him sporadically... Due to various reasons, he and Theo had a falling out, and the two had a fight. Unfortunately, he lost and escaped with one of his wings torn off.

He had no doubt that Theo would definitely kill him if he hadn't escaped in time.

At that time, he risked being discovered and still went to see the neurotic. Miraculously, with his poor memory, he could actually remember every expression of the neurotic at the time. He felt that the neurotic was not happy and lonely at the time.

Sitting on the bench of the dilapidated church, her sky-colored eyes gained a little warmth only when she saw him.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, even thinking that the psycho had been interested in him thousands of years ago. Arecio felt deeply powerless about his own imagination, so he took the small ring and quietly slipped back to his room. He passed by the door of the neurotic's room.

When he arrived, he hid the ring behind his back and knocked on the door of the other party, very confidently.

"Go to bed early and don't stay up late."

This is his father's love!

"……Um."

Arecio then went to bed confidently. He once again defeated the neurosis with a strong sense of existence (in his mind) with his unique thinking circuit. However, he was not happy for long. He fell asleep until midnight, and Arecio opened his eyes.

Damn, the psycho is really haunting. He actually shrunk and appeared in his dreams, and he was so cute!

He cursed the insidiousness of the psycho in his heart, hesitated, glanced at the star ring on the bedside, and finally closed his eyes quickly.

The best way to get revenge is to go back to that dream and pinch the face of the psycho that has become smaller! Just wait, the psycho, your dad will be here soon!

After pinching his face all night, Arecio felt refreshed the next morning, and the look he was looking at the lunatic was a bit strange. Of course, Lucius noticed his strange look, and kept calm while looking at him.

The plate holding the fried eggs was placed on the table, and he asked seemingly unintentionally:

"Why, did you have a good dream?"

Arecio poked the omelette and ate it. The tip of his tongue was burned and he covered his mouth, but he was still very happy.

"Yeah, sweet dream."

"...?"

Lucius sat down on the other side of the table and glanced at him.

"It turns out it was really a dream. I thought you were so happy because you saw Hitomi's announcement this morning."

Huh? Hitomi has made a new announcement?

Arecio blew the fried egg and stuffed it into his mouth, and clicked on the light brain with his other hand. As expected, Hitomi's homepage was in a very explosive state. Hitomi's new announcement was pushed to the top, and it was as concise and comprehensive as ever.

Hitomi: The tragedy "Girl and Death" will be released in the form of holographic projection on the day of the carnival, so stay tuned.

Arecio's eyes widened immediately. God knows how much he likes this play! After his official battle with the psychopath thousands of years ago, he never went to the theater again. Years of war have also brought many small theater troupes to the verge of collapse.

Opportunities are becoming less and less. In this way, Arecio has not seen this play in at least nearly ten years, and he thought that he would never have the opportunity to see it again in the future.

Who knew Hitomi would give him such a big surprise!

He quickly forwarded and added a series of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". He didn't have time to look at the comment section that was excited because of his rare excitement, and looked up at the crazy person with shining eyes.

"That day we..."

"That day we..."

He and Crazy spoke at the same time, and then Crazy smiled. Apparently, they thought of going together.

"you say."

"Let's go watch it together that day!" Arecio slapped the table and stood up. He was so happy. "I don't know where the performance will be. It won't be in the new building built in the square, right? I asked before

It was said at the time that it was planned to be a free theater, is "The Girl and the God of Death" also planned to be screened there?"

"Most likely." Lucius also had a smile in his eyes, "There should be internal votes. I will pay more attention to it."

Ouch!

Arecio was so happy that he wanted to roll around, and Lucius had to hold him down and eat breakfast obediently. Arecio couldn't vent his excitement, so he picked u up from the ground and rolled it into a fluffy ball.

u:???

Big brother? Why did the eldest brother hit me? Second brother is slandering me again?

After being fucked, U humbly sent the two eldest brothers out, and humbly lay down on the lowest level of the cat climbing frame. He now feels that the relationship between the eldest brother and the second brother is getting better and better. He is so redundant. Maomao is crying.

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*****

The news that "Girl and Death" will be released again made Arecio very happy. He also brought out his emotions a little when he checked my and their homework, and he was much gentler when pointing out problems.

After the class, all three of them were very interested in this play that affected Arecio's emotions, and pestered him with questions.

"What kind of play is that?" I blinked, "Isn't it a tragedy? Even if it's a tragedy, it's still pretty good."

"Of course!" Arecio nodded without hesitation, he didn't mind blowing the show to the sky.

"Entertainment was not very developed ten thousand years ago. This show has been a phenomenal work for hundreds of years, which is enough to show its strength. I have lived for so many years, and the one who performed this show best is

Xinghui Theater Company, that theater group was probably active about two hundred years before the Great Fire."

After hearing him start to talk about the past, I, Lucy, and Helgodon sat down around him.

Arecio recalled it and said.

"Speaking of which, I actually witnessed the birth of this tragedy. This drama actually has a prototype, which is the previous story of the princess and the dragon." At this point, Arecio's tone softened, "The Temple

Cultural control was very strict, and the market at that time was full of works that praised light and had educational significance. If this tragedy was to be performed smoothly, the original story had to be hidden behind various obscure images."

""The Girl and the God of Death", as the name suggests, is a love affair that spans races and even life and death. The God of Death was impressed by the power of the girl's youth and took her to roam the three worlds and witnessed many things together. However, time is ruthless, mortals will die, and the girl's life span

Exhausted, he lay in the arms of Death and passed away with a smile. The God of Death also gave up his position beyond life and death, and turned into an elder tree in front of the girl's grave. White flowers bloomed every time there was a light rain, attracting nightingales to fly over. This story is inspired by the nightingale.

What was sung.”

He hummed a sad melody softly.

The nightingale played a soft tune, and it became increasingly lonely and melancholy through the misty rain curtain. In the drizzle, the nightingale stopped the bard who passed by the girl's grave, and asked the poet to listen to its song, and then describe this melancholy love.

Stay on the strings.

[Wandering traveler, would you like to listen to my song and the story about the elder tree I am standing on right now?]

[I am not an arrogant dictator, poet, you can make your own judgment.]

[If you find it boring, you can throw it away; if you find it exciting, please keep it on the strings.]

"The rough words are like this. I haven't memorized them deliberately, so there may be some deviations." Arecio is not particularly sure. He is actually quite amateur and is an enthusiastic audience, but the three little ones are all very supportive.

"It sounds great!" I praised it vigorously. Helgodon nodded, and Lucy nodded along with her. Even as the melody sang, a sad sweetness filled her heart.

"What happened next?" she asked softly, "What did the nightingale sing?"

Arecio felt that his memory was being challenged, and suddenly someone next to him continued to hum.
To be continued...