The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

The Saint looked at him silently. Silence meant acquiescence. Alessio had known that this psycho was not at all as well-behaved as he appeared to be!

    “Not just this time, but also at the Griffin Training Ground at the Army Headquarters.” Alessio’s memory improved at this time. A vampire’s memory couldn’t usually be said to be much better, but it was definitely good enough for holding a grudge!

    “Although the Old Marshal suggested that the matter about my having combat abilities be concealed for the time being, I don’t think it would be hard to hide ……” he looked steadily at the Saint and suddenly smiled, the tattoo over his right eye becoming more distinct, “as long as I hit you in an unsupervised place.”

    The Saint got up at once, but now he was clearly no match for a serious vampire. The sound insulation nearby wasn’t really good, but there were no more people living on either side, so Alessio was at ease to boldly hammer him, cleansing himself of all the negative energy the psycho had brought him since his recovery.

    Once everything had calmed down, the two men sat peacefully at the table again. There was a blue bruise over the Saint’s left eye, and the corner of Alessio’s coat was burned.

    “It seems that you can’t pull out the holy spear for now.” Alessio lamented, “It’s too good to be true. I hope you always stay this weak.”

    Ruzius looked cold and took a sip of his tea, while Alessio, in a cheerful mood, held up his cup and said.

    “I’m in a better mood now, go ahead, what’s the matter?”

    “….. The real estate formalities have been completed.” Ruzius said with a cold face, “We’re moving out of the Conservation Center the day after tomorrow. Looking at the speed with which you pick out a house, I’m afraid we’ll be faced with an unfurnished sample house that day.”

    He tossed Alessio a brochure for a two-storey property with a garden in the central district of the capital. In fact, Ellie had given Alessio a number of brochures at the beginning, hoping he would acquire property in an area set aside, especially for Dark Creatures and important personnel. Alessio had picked a few new places for a while and then forgot about them, only to remember today.

    “It was previously reserved in your name, and today you coincidentally transferred money to me, plus the original some on my side, enough to pay in full.” Ruzius said, “Please decide on the interior style as soon as possible. Nowadays, despite the advanced technology, renovating tomorrow and moving in the day after is the limit.”

    This was a bit informative. Not to mention how quickly the psycho had done the mental build-up of having to share a house with him in the future. Alessio was shocked that the psycho had managed to get an asset without saying a word.

    He thought that none of the Saints of the Temple were good at making money …… After all, they were raised ……

    “History.” The Saint was brief and concise, “Because I remember almost all of it.”

    This was an area that Alessio could not venture into. He did remember some of the big events, but it was no match for the history that the psycho had memorized in an extensive system. Not to mention that psycho had always been quite erudite. The knowledge from ten thousand years ago could be vaguely corroborated in the present era, such as biological evolution, then ethnic origins, or geological changes.

    And since people nowadays were very interested in that era, even if psycho were to go into film and television and make up a story, he could still make money.

    After choosing a style, Alessio showed his choice to psycho. The Saint was slightly surprised.

    “I didn’t expect you to like this style. I thought vampires were more into that …… kind of thing.”

    Alessio’s intuition told him it wasn’t something nice, but he asked anyway.

    “What kind?”

    “The one that thunders.”

    “…… Do you want to change the symmetry of your face?”

    Ruzius stopped talking. He had other things for the vampire to finish.

     “The first mythical short film has already been set by Hitomi and will be released the day after tomorrow, so …… What did you add to the rest of the history?”

    “……”

    “No addition at all?”

    “……”

    Ruzius took a deep breath to calm himself down. It seemed he had still overestimated the working efficiency of the vampires. It should be that they did not have efficiency at all. They simply wouldn’t work without someone watching over them from the side.

    “Bring it here. I’ll watch you add new information.”

    Alessio opened his mouth and was about to say something when the Saint simply cut his words.

    “Is it that you don’t remember anything?”

    “Remember! I’ve personally experienced it!”

    For several hours before going to bed today, Alessio deeply regretted countless times the big words he had uttered at the beginning. His head hurts from remembering, and the history he recalls is still piled up in east and west. In Ruzius’ words, it was like a dog’s bites.

    “I really didn’t expect that.” Ruzius said piteously, “If I had known, I would not have made things difficult for you.”

     Intermittent memories, mostly forgotten, and those that are remembered are still easily mixed up …… Vampires do not have an amazing memory, probably because they go to irresponsible slumber after a period of time. Human-related history is scattered, but the power and changes of the Dark Creatures are very clear. At least Ruzius had gained a lot in this process.

    Alessio was slumped over the table, breathless.

    “Her mother is …… is …… is Eleer ……”

    “…… That’s her dead great-grandmother.”

    “……”

    Alessio stared hatefully at the pile of papers on the table. The messy names and countries were still tormenting him, the related terms constantly swirling and rushing around in his head, not stopping for a moment.

    He stared and stared and suddenly sat up straight.

    “Actually, I have a very good memory!”

    The Saint responded coldly.

    “Do you have some misconception about ‘good memory’?”

    Alessio wasn’t angry. He recounted one incident after another that he remembered as if he were tracing the trajectory of someone’s life. He looked up again with a little smile in his eyes.

    “See, I remember everything about you.”