Carlos lied, he knew what was on Aldo's back, and even knew quite well.

The temple collection covers everything from the notes of bards to the introduction of curiosity and forbidden techniques. It is displayed in six collections. Each collection is called a district, and there are dedicated people to take care of cleaning and maintaining books - except for the six sections.

It is not prohibited to enter the sixth district, but unfortunately, every year there are so many students who come in vertically and come out horizontally.

Legend has it that a long time ago, the administrator of the temple set up a magic circle for protection and expulsion outside the sixth district, stating that anyone who has the ability to pass it can get the qualification to enter. However, as time goes by, more and more people learn to call cheats from their companions, and the magic circle has lost its original discernment function.

Therefore, there is another new and more abnormal rule in the sixth district - everyone who is qualified to enter must leave their own "signature", with no limit on attack and defense, and no limit on spell formations. As long as you can leave obstacles to entry for later people, even a clever mouse clip is fine.

Students like Carlos who can ruin a lot of porridge and have a bad habit of rat shit do not allow the temple to have places he has not set foot before, so he spent a whole year tempting, being blown away, and being taken away by the therapist half-deadly, then healed the scar and forgot to hurt and revisited the old place again, and finally "grinding" the license for District 6.

Of course... he also paid the price for his curiosity. When he was disappointed to find that District 6 was actually just a dusty collection station, he received an appointment letter from Archbishop Mocaros - appointing him as the nominal administrator of District 6, who was responsible for cleaning the dust from wherever it was.

However, although District 6 has acquired all kinds of rags, there are indeed some fresh and dangerous things - such as books about all kinds of unheard of forbidden techniques, which are as high as a wall.

People usually have two definitions of forbidden techniques. The first is extremely dangerous to achieve conditions and has extremely low success rate. For example, the time forbidden technique, and the second is more mysterious, referring to all spells or formations involving "sacrificial".

A book called "Introduction to Forbidden Techniques" in the six districts points out that people have certain authority in this world. When the goal they want to achieve exceeds this "authority", they need to exchange it for something equivalent, which is "sacrifice".

Sacrifices in a broad sense can be anything, such as sacrificial activities completed by people in ancient times by slaughtering livestock.

The reason why "sacrifice" was considered the number one evil technique in later generations is because in a narrow sense, this "sacrifice" refers to the flesh or soul of his compatriots.

The long vine behind Aldo will sprout from the heart and extend from the shoulder blades. The "leaf" will wither as the "vine" extends, and in the end, only the flower that is growing bigger and bigger and watered with painstaking efforts will be left.

Carlos clearly remembered that name - "Flower of Swanpu", the crimson forbidden technique in the swamp.

Its sacrifice is "children at the intersection of light and shadow", a rare legendary hybrid between Difu and humans.

Because of this, Carlos was particularly impressed by it.

In fact, since he discovered Aldo's secret at the age of fourteen, he has been particularly sensitive to the word "hybrid". After thinking painfully for more than a month, he decided to give up his identity as a hunter and participate in the study of a therapist... Of course, because of his limited talent in this area, the archbishop took the collar and threw it back to the hunter group.

Only Aldo, who had no choice, risked his life and survived again and again from this half-loving "therapist".

It was a book called "The Sin of the First Birth". The author was so extreme that it was painful. There was a sense of superiority running from beginning to end between the lines. He advocated that all mixed blood was unethical and should be dealt with. However, he studied it all his life and collected the "essence" to write such a nonsense book.

It can be seen that although this person is physically pure blood, he is still an absolute bastard on the spiritual level.

He wrote in the book:

"The Swanpu Flower Sacrifice is for **. We all know that the reproduction of Defu is a kind of energy inheritance. When this energy inheritance is mixed with human reproduction, it becomes a very special living body. If this special energy can be used, the successful person will gain incredible abilities."

"Of course, the result is wonderful, but it is very difficult to achieve the Swanpu Flower Sacrifice. The most difficult part is to obtain a ** mixed-race child. In addition, it also requires pollen from mating grass at a very deep place, which is a rare underground creature - or called it an underground plant. Once the prey is entangled, it is difficult to escape. It likes to absorb the blood in the prey's heart. Legend has it that when the prey is dying, it will think that it has got what it wants most because of hallucination. Therefore, if you want to use pollen to stimulate the Swanpu Flower, you need to water the sacrifice with the blood of "craving". When the petals turn from black to red, it is the time for the sacrifice to be successful."

What is the incredible power?

Who knows Aldo's secret except yourself?

That...what is the thing he longs for the most in his heart? Carlos grabbed his hair irritably, and thought with a sore heart that he knew it: No matter what it is, it's not me anyway.

That night, he leaned his waist and sneaked into the place where Archbishop Mr. Mocaros was recovering from his injuries.

The issue of bloodline has always been Aldo's reverse scale and is never allowed to be mentioned by others, so Carlos even had a very obscure test. He learned from the other party's reaction that Aldo's secret was not leaked to the Archbishop on his own initiative.

But... he was picked up by the Archbishop after all, and Carlos suspected that his overly smart teacher actually knew about this.

Assuming that the Archbishop was informed, and he was injured unexpectedly in Tangerth Castle, he was in a bad mood after returning... I heard that not only the inside of the temple, but also the lords of several surrounding countries have been caring about the situation of the next master of the scepter, Aldo is obviously one of the popular candidates... So who will he discuss with about such a serious issue of his bloodline?

There have always been transactions in the black market for mating pollen, but there are more fakes that are just filling in the numbers. Sacrifices - especially the dangerous sacrificial rituals like Swanpu Flower, a little bit of mistakes are fatal. No matter who did this, Carlos doesn't believe that he dares to go to the black market to buy something unknown. Besides, those profit-oriented vendors are not strict and are very easy to be noticed by those interested in their hearts. So...

A deep light flashed in Carlos's green eyes that was very unfit for his age.

He carefully opened the plants in the yard of the place where he was recuperating. With Aldo so cautious, the secret was unlikely to be revealed by himself. It seems that the possibility of flowing out of the Archbishop is the greatest, and the teacher has always loved this student very much. If it was really him, then the "informer" must be respectful and very trusted.

The sword-holding priest Mr. Raard, the chief therapist Ms. Mutt, and... the Archbishop himself.

Just as Carlos was about to sneak in, his hands suddenly stretched out from the darkness, covering his mouth with one hand and holding his waist with the other, and pulling him aside.

Carlos suspected that the teacher was on the head, and was nervous, and almost burst out on the spot. He even pulled out half of the heavy sword before he heard a familiar voice saying in his ear: "Shh, it's me!"

Aldo hid his blonde hair in his hood, revealing only a sharp chin.

Carlosca finally vomited half of his breath in his chest, but his heartbeat was hard to calm down. He lowered his voice in anger and said, "What are you doing?!"

"What are you doing?" Aldo asked with a gloomy face.

"..." Carlos was silent for a second, "I'll go out for a walk."

"Hanging your waist, you really have it." Aldo gave him a blank look, "Don't argue, you idiot who can't even make up lies. Even if I was so dizzy at the time, I could tell what you were hiding."

Who the hell are I for? Carlos's young master's temper was aroused by him, and he showed a careless sneer: "I just hide it."

How can you bite me?

Aldo's face flashed with a terrible expression: "Okay, please don't rush to prove that I said you are an idiot--you know what it is, but you deliberately suggest me to go to the teacher to test me...Do he know that? Well, now you know the answer, I have indeed kept hiding him. But you still suspect that I couldn't hide it, so you climbed under the teacher's window in the middle of the night to be a thief--so what I carried on my back should have something to do with my... My bloodline. Judging from your expression, it must be something bad, maybe it may be some kind of bad change, but if it is really a change, you should be in the library of District 6, not under the teacher's window, so I guess it should be some human-made curse? The possibility is not great. To be honest, if I die, it will only be the best for you... Then there is only sacrifice."

Carlos opened his mouth and closed it, stared at Aldo for a while, and finally roared in a low voice: "What does it mean that if you die, it is only the best for me?"

Aldo rubbed his forehead: "That's not the point--I mean..."

"Sorry, I think that's the point." Carlos took a step back, held his hands in front of his chest, looked at him with a tense face, and said sarcastically, "Ah, I'm really meddling in business. This kind of small problem can be solved in the blink of an eye by leaving the extremely smart Mr. Aldo."

"Okay, Master, please pay attention to the occasion and accept your bad temper?"

"That's not easy. Who made me born a young master?"

"Carlos!"

Then the two teenagers stared at each other for a moment, and finally Aldo shrugged helplessly: "Okay, I've lost my word."

"So forced?" Carlos raised his eyebrows.

Even though he was covered by the hood, Aldo's veins were about to burst. He seemed to really want to beat the little bastard up: "What else do you want?"

"Here." Carlos pointed the corner of his mouth, raised Aldo's chin slightly, and rubbed it like a disciple, "Hmm?"

Aldo looked shocked: "You want me to betray my beauty for such a big deal?"

Carlos looked even more shocked: "Oh my God! What did I hear? Mr. Aldo, the wise and powerful, actually joked? Am I going to see God soon? Is it a comeback?"

Aldo picked up his collar, gushed "bastard", and then kissed the bastard's lips.

He didn't know if it was influenced by the thing behind him. When he kissed the person in front of him, the sad sweetness in his heart spread out again, drowning him in it, and he didn't even notice that the kiss that was about to be released slowly changed.

Until Carlos pushed him away panting, and smiled in his ear, "It's hard too fast, I said, don't be too involved in it, baby - we have to find out the matter first and endure it."

Aldo grinded his teeth: "When you say this, can you trouble your shameless claw from my ass, thighs, move, drive,?"

Carlos looked very regretful and withdrew his hand: "I will help you solve this matter, you have to sell yourself to me to be fair."

"If you're down there."

The two looked at each other at the same time, each showing a slightly immature and meaningful smile.

Carlos: What dream are you dreaming?

Aldo: I am so proud of the little virgin.

"Climbing the wall into the wall, we need the daily records of the Archbishop's daily life during his injury, especially who he has met." Carlos said in a low voice.

Aldo ignored it and felt deeply that this was the most vulgar thing he had ever done in his life.

The therapist on duty was probably asleep. Carlos used the lightest and simplest way to explain what the Swanpu Flower was, and then they tiptoed into the therapist's room on duty like a thief.

Carlos took out a ragged parchment bag from his body, put it in his palm, and blew into the therapist's office towards the window, gestured to Aldo, and the two of them squatted at the door and waited.

In less than a while, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from inside. Carlos narrowed his eyes and grinned, stood up and walked in, but was caught by Aldo: "What's that?"

"Black sweet powder," Carlos said proudly, "It is not cheap for thieves and gangsters who get into the girl's house in the middle of the night."

Aldo: "…"
Chapter completed!