Chapter 19: 12.1

Alessio felt that he was gradually getting used to life after ten thousand years.

    Although there were no hordes of servants, there were various modern facilities, which were very convenient for bathing and entertainment. What’s more, the food, not to mention the fresh blood, was served until he said no, and there were all sorts of well-prepared delicacies of the same standard as those he had eaten at the castle back then.

    The most important thing was that the psycho was so far perfectly normal, and they didn’t have to fight each other.

    Alessio went to the cafeteria with Ellie to have breakfast. He called the psycho, but he didn’t open the door. He just said he had to go to the medical department today. As for why he was going, psycho wouldn’t tell him, which made Alessio a little angry.

    He had thought that their relationship had really changed for the better.

    After he left, the Saint in the room gazed at the 《 Federal Dark Creatures Protection Act in front of him.》

    His left eye still ached, a punishment and a warning. His previous thought was really absurd. Even if the other Dark Creatures that had been protected after ten thousand years were docile and harmless, Alessio, who had been revived with him, was different, a true third-generation Vampire Prince, powerful and dictatorial and arrogant.

    He did not know Alessio well enough to see the fangs that lay beneath his harmless exterior. He tried to open the notebook, which was already full of records. It must have contained much of the information he wanted to know, but he failed; his future self was so powerful that he had used the seal to perfection.

    He tried again and the notes, which could only open the title page, suddenly opened the first page.

    “!!!!”

    The first page was filled with his writing, recording his studies and life at the Temple, taking up the most space of course, or various corroborating or speculative information about the vampires, none of this modern life 10,000 years later, and none of ……

    Ruzius looked in silence at the printed and pasted picture of the cat tapping on the door on the notebook he was currently using.

    “……”

    It’s just information!

    “…… Perhaps Mr Ruzius is really a little uncomfortable?” On the way to the cafeteria, Ellie tried to appease Alessio, “The examination report also says that Mr. Ruzius has experienced flashbacks throughout, both physically and mentally. It relies on you to take a little more care of him.”

    She noticed that Alessio was in a slightly better mood.

    Ellie felt as if she knew the art of language in dealing with Alessio.

    They arrived at the entrance to the cafeteria, which had originally been open, but today a crowd had gathered there, most of whom were the internal staff of the Centre who originally used the cafeteria. The staff lined up nicely, one by one sticking their heads inside the canteen, making a “wow” sound and then pulling their heads back in excitement for the next person to see.

    Alessio: …… a bit stupid.

    “What’s happening? Another Dark Creature breaking in?” Ellie, obviously familiar with the situation, tiptoed over the human wall to see which Dark Creature had taken over the cafeteria, and without raising his eyes, Alessio gave her a straight answer.

    “It’s a wolf cub.”

    He could smell that snow and ice fur. It was undoubtedly a werewolf in the cafeteria now, the first humanoid Dark Creature that he had seen since his recovery.

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    But what is wrong with its humanoid …… er …… form?

    His identity as a Dark Creature was the perfect pass. The crowd parted like Moses dividing the Red Sea, looking excitedly at Alessio and then inside the cafeteria. A few staff members who had become familiar with him over the past two days greeted him.

    “Hungry, are you? Xixi go straight in, we’ll eat in the second cafeteria.”

    Alessio had an empty space in front of him, so he could see inside the cafeteria, the silvery, round …… fur ball?

    Alessio: ????

    The silver ball of fur was just two palms big, hogging an entire table. Its tongue was hanging lifelessly, fur tail sweeping, but it refused to eat. The female caregiver beside him was whispering something persuasive when the furball rolled himself on the table and lifted both paws to cover his wolf ears.

    Behind Alessio, there was a small cheer of admiration for its cuteness.

    Only Alessio, who stared at the silver ball of fur for a long moment, turned his head and asked Ellie.

    “Is he always like that?”

    “Huh? Meaning …… being a picky eater and liking to run around? It happens all the time ……” Ellie replied halfway through, noticing that Alessio had furrowed his brow and wondered, “Is there something …… wrong? “

    “It’s a werewolf,” Alessio said.

    “Yes, that’s right, a werewolf,” Ellie replied in seconds, still confused.

    Alessio breathed deeply.

    “So the wolf is here, where is the human? Where is his human form? Don’t werewolves only take wolf form in wartime?”

    Ellie exclaimed.

    “Werewolves …… have human forms?!”

    “……”

    Why else would they be called werewolves, otherwise!

    This statement seemed to completely turn Ellie’s long-held notions upside down as she looked at Alessio pitifully.

    “Isn’t it because they have the sentience of humans ……”

    Alessio closed his eyes wearily. He couldn’t make a conclusion just yet, as he couldn’t rule out the possibility of a werewolf mutation in ten thousand years. To make sure of that, he walked into the cafeteria and the ball of fur, as if sensing something too, retracted its tongue that was hanging down by its mouth and the tip of its black nose poked around and started sniffing in the air.

    He caught a distinctive smell, like some kind of cool floral scent, which made him feel very at ease. The fur ball’s tail shook, wavering between whether to get up or not. Laziness eventually won, and he decided to just stay limp. The owner of that scent surely couldn’t resist coming over and petting the cute him anyway.

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