Chapter 21 part 1

 

Alessio felt the undead magic fluctuate clearly as he unwrapped a packet of snacks in his room. He smiled, intending to eat his snacks as usual while browsing what was interesting today. Suddenly he felt as if he had forgotten something.

    He thought hard for a moment.

   Then he remembered!

    He immediately went to knock on the door of the psycho next door, and it was quiet. The owner of the room hadn’t returned. He whirled around the door in exasperation for a moment and began to send a message to the psycho.

    Alessio: What do you mean?

    After waiting for a while, the message kept showing “unread”. Alessio bombarded him with dozens of messages. At last, he was tired. With a bit of stubborn experimentation, he opened the transfer page and transferred another sum of money to the psycho.

    Isn’t it that you don’t have the time to look at your optical computer? Regret it! He will immediately withdraw the transfer! Just a little wait ……

    [The other party has received your transfer].

    Alessio: ????

    What kind of dog operation is this! Dammit! He had time to receive the transfer and no time to read the message. Is he kidding?

    He immediately sent a message to Ellie, asking for the location of the psycho, and furiously went into battle.

    On the other hand, Ruzius turned off his optical computer and was in a sort of happy mood. His eyes shifted back to the notebook spread out on his lap. This notebook belonged to his former self, and he was now able to open the next few pages. As he had expected, it did record later how the Cross of Thorns had been broken, with some information about the Lich who had come with the vampire, but ……

    The normal notes had handwriting that had obviously been added later. The later words were vaguely reminiscent of his current handwriting, but more slanted and harsh. In the blank space of each page, there were cross-out words or some repeatedly sketched words in different coloured ink, in some places even cutting through the paper uncontrollably.

    [He’s so cute.]

    [I want to kiss his fangs.]

    [I saw his wings.]

    [Eyes …… eyes ……]

    There were more. The words were so fiercely frenzied that it almost made Ruzius wonder if he was the one writing them, for it was more like a madman who wrote them.

    His fingertips traced over the last line, which the normal him had written in a calm tone –

    [I don’t care if the vampire treats me like a plaything.]

    And the crazy him wrote –

    [I will be the most interesting one.]

    “Mr. Ruzius, it’s been confirmed, you’ve worked hard.” The staff came out and thanked him. Today’s recording went very well. The Saint from ten thousand years ago had the calmest voice, especially suited for narrating history.

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    They, the staff involved in the production, already knew early on how unbelievable and shockingly difficult this history was. With no source, no details, and naturally no way to make it give a sense of reality, this history was sure to cause an uproar in the Federation, despite the research indicating that once Light and Darkness used to be on the opposite sides.

    Ruzius nodded indifferently, closing the notebook quietly. The mythology that had just been dubbed flashed through his mind for a moment. Vague speculation weighed on his heart heavily, but he forced them down.

    “When will it be made public?”

    “Tomorrow! Twelve o’clock tonight to be exact ……! The relevant notice is already up on the official website!”

    “Hmm.”

    Bidding the staff farewell, Ruzius took the less-used passage. Accustomed to getting a thorough grasp of the surrounding terrain, he had long since memorized the places the Conservation Center could go in the past few days. On this path, he would not encounter Alessio. The vampire would no doubt pounce on nothing and dial his number in a rage.

    It was about that time.

    The Saint stopped and stared down at the optical computer on his wrist. Sure enough, a communication request came in, but the sender was not someone that the Saint expected. His somewhat relaxed mood sank slightly. He picked up the communication. His face was just expressionless as something was said on the other side.

    “Sitting and talking is indeed a good way to solve most problems, but Dr. Zhu, I think you misunderstood.”

    “I didn’t think that word was an insult.”

    Because that was the vampire, the monarch of eternal night, the Creature of Darkness that would live forever if nothing unforeseen happened. Not to mention that Alessio was a noble third-generation vampire and at the top of the Vampire’s rigid pyramid-like social hierarchy. The Temple predicted that he was at least a thousand years old, as there had been records of Alessio not only befriending a Lich, but he also knows dragons.

    And the last dragon had been dead for at least a thousand years.

     For such a long-lived, powerful and beautiful creature to call him a “playmate” was, in Ruzius’ opinion, almost a compliment.

    Surely he would prove himself, by being so powerful that the vampire would recognize him as a rival, look at him differently, or even just look at him and try to kill him, and he would be the most ……

    The Saint’s hand suddenly trembled slightly as he thought of the lunatic’s words in that notebook.

    [I will be the most interesting one.]

    He was a little stunned for a moment.

    He was probably …… far from as sane as he thought he was.

    Alessio rushed into the recording studio. He felt that he was already on fire and the psycho was still pouring oil on his head. He walked back with an angry face. This time he finally knocked open the door of the psycho, who had already made tea and nodded indifferently when he saw him enter.

    “I have something to tell you.”

    Alessio’s anger trough finally broke down. He smiled angrily. His expression on the contrary was calm.

    “Had fun *walking me?”

(T/N: it’s like walking an animal)

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