Aldo was awakened by the sun's eyelids.

The moment he woke up, his body subconsciously tensed - there was someone next to him, and he was not very familiar with him.

Fortunately, the man did not hide his existence at all. He not only did not hide it, but also deliberately made noises. He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, turning the newspaper rustling.

"Berg..."

"Amy." Amy said casually, "Although you have a noble status and I can't say anything, I sincerely hope that you will not always be so annoying. I am really annoyed by the title of 'Mr. Berger'."

"Berg therapist." Aldo changed into a more resurgent name. The next moment, he saw the newly changed clothes on his body, and his face suddenly looked a little ugly.

"Oh no, no, don't get me wrong!" Emmy jumped up and explained, "I haven't touched you before. I don't have my fingerprints on my hair. I have always kept a safe distance of two meters from you - your clothes were stripped by Carlos, and the wound was also treated by him. As for whether your innocence is still there, please ask him yourself, it has nothing to do with me, it doesn't matter to you!"

"Yeah." Aldo was stunned for a moment, then his expression softened a lot. Finally, he glanced at Amy in surprise, "What are you doing so excited?"

Emmy poured him a glass of water, stood three steps away from him, tiptoed and stretched out his hand to him, and said shyly: "Carlos said that if someone touched you, you would do strange things. Oh, he hated, he only liked Louis."

Aldo's firm intention made him drink the water without changing his face.

"Where is Carlos?"

"Oh," Amy twisted her waist and sighed, "To be honest, a cruel man is no longer popular now. When he woke up, he asked another man in front of him that there would be no market in the future."

Aldo looked at him without saying a word.

"Okay," Amy sagged onto the sofa like a deflated ball. Her virtue of sitting without sitting immediately made Aldo frown. Amy said, "One of our hunters was killed by the man named Douglas. He also kidnapped a little boy and they went to chase him."

Aldo paused with a water cup: "Douglas?"

"Hey, I said," Amy was bold and stretched out his skinny claws, shook him in front of Aldo, and slightly restrained his grin on his face. "I heard that you killed the shadow demon in the world, and even split the two levels of the world with one sword, and used his own mental power to force the Lord of the World, so now you should be very sad, dizzy, and even want to vomit, right?"

Aldo did not deny that his face was indeed ugly. Emmy sighed, pulled out a row of pills from under the table, and threw it to him from a distance: "It's anti-emetic, eating four tablets, which has a hypnotic effect. After eating, sleeping, the sky fell, and that guy was holding on. He, a living person, shamelessly ate in the Atorat Cemetery for thousands of years, and it's time for him to make some contribution."

Aldo silently took the medicine and took it. If it weren't for not touching it casually, he could be considered a model patient.

"Most people think I'm disgusting." Amy lay on the sofa, lazily looking for something, "Why don't you react to me?"

"I'm not most of the people." Aldo said, he didn't even have much effort to speak, and the volume was so low that no matter whether others could hear it or not. He picked up a magazine on the head of the bed and flipped it out, waiting for the pills to work.

"Oh yes, okay - of course," Emmy smiled, "You are the kind of big guy who just glances at others on the road and makes others think that this is a gift. How about you sign me? Use fancy fonts and I will use it to make people old, so I can rely on it to support my old age."

Aldo ignored him as air.

Amy played with her fingers for a while without any fun and asked again: "Hey, I said, do you really like Carlos?"

Aldo's eyes raised from the magazine and straightened the weak therapist to the sofa.

Amy said dryly: "Is it okay to ask?"

"It's not what you should ask." Aldo retracted his gaze.

"Curious! Ancient puzzles! Historians have been arguing and researching for hundreds of years. Archbishop, you are a celebrity after all. Don't you know that celebrities have no one? Celebrity's ** is used by paparazzi to hype? Even such gentle private interviews must be banned. Don't you know that the people have the right to know the truth?"

Aldo: "…"

"What do you think," said Emmy's dead pig without fear of boiling water, "I asked, how about it? Do you want to rape me?"

The bombshell finally shocked the stable former Archbishop to a certain extent. His eyes looked twitching and he was silent for a while before he avoided the important and said lightly: "As long as you are not blind, you should be able to see it."

"I probably couldn't see it." Amy shrugged regretfully. The man in the women's clothing suddenly became sharp. He raised his eyebrows and said word by word, "In my opinion, you should love yourself more, just as if you like this little thing called 'Carlos Flaret', and you want to keep it around you endlessly, regardless of your life."

This time Aldo didn't even raise his head, but just asked softly: "I'm curious, what gave you such a courage, Berger therapist?"

Emmy smiled a little reluctantly, but she still insisted on saying the disgusting words: "Oh my God, is it the first/rape and then kill this time? If it is the other way around, it will be too heavy!"

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped several degrees. Although Emmy knew that as the old and old senior in the temple, Aldo was unlikely to really do anything to him, she still couldn't help but feel a trembling, and every hair of his sweat stood up.

But he couldn't help but want to talk. Amy seemed to be a person of this type. The more he squeezed, the more he resisted. Even if the whole society felt that he should be a dignified man, he liked to be a woman in his heart, so he had to dress himself up as a woman. Even if everyone thought he was disgusting, he was happy.

"Don't you think it's very sad?" Emmy squeezed out an ugly smile. "No matter how much a person loves others, he can't love himself. No matter how much he likes, he just wants to possess him. After all, he is just unwilling to be lonely?"

Aldo commented with a faint expression: "It's unreasonable - if this was a thousand years ago, Mr. Berg, I promise you wouldn't leave this room alive."

"Of course, of course, I'm just an ordinary person," said Amy, throwing an unsuccessful look at him, like a cramp. "Even if I live for another thousand years, I won't be recorded in history. What I do best is to be smart. But let me remind the great Archbishop Aldo in a clever way, so what if you try hard? It's just for your own goal. Even a little person like me can see that...you're talking about that...will you look confused, but actually the smart gentleman doesn't understand?"

Aldo's eyes froze, and his eyebrows seemed to raise their eyebrows a little.

Amy covered her face and smiled: "So, love is the most hypocritical thing in the world. Whoever believes in this will be a pitiful person."

Aldo's slightly thin eyelids half-hung, which softened his coldness in an instant. He sat there motionlessly, silent for a long time until Emmy thought he had fallen asleep under dizziness and medicine. Aldo spoke in that usual, gentle and overly gentle tone: "Maybe you are right."

Amy was surprised.

"It's just something between us, you probably don't understand." Aldo's voice was low and slow, like some ancient musical instrument. A little touched, it would make ancient and old music sounds. "Even if we separate, quarrel, and become unfamiliar for ten years, we can still walk through the darkest moments together. You can't imagine the pressure we once shared and the disaster we suffered together - so now... I'm probably at a loss and don't know how to face each other."

"Maybe I've got something wrong." Aldo said this summary almost calmly.

This mad woman-like therapist tried hard to wink the fan-looking false eyelashes. He couldn't believe that the few words he said just now seemed to give the other party some inspiration.

"What happened?" He thought to himself with difficulty, "Did I influence his strategic deployment? If the Carlos Heights fall, will I be killed by friendly forces?"

This is so scary!

Aldo closed his eyes and asked in a vague tone: "Where have they been?"

"Uh..." Emmy blinked and it took her a long time to react. "It seems to be somewhere in County Jarrery. I probably heard Carlos mention Gem Mountain and Death Valley."

Aldo's eyes opened a crack, and then he frowned gently: "The Gem Mountain near Death Valley? Is it the Temple of Clesto?"

"Hmm? What?"

Aldo thought for a while, threw the magazine aside, and lay down: "Since Douglas killed our people, he was no longer an ally, Carlos will deal with it - I need a rest now, don't disturb me if there is no emergency."

Amy: "…"

Are you too relieved, sir?

The temple of Clesto is mysterious as a legend.

A thousand years have changed. The Death Valley, which Carlos once passed through step by step, and the Gem Mountains he walked through are now beyond recognition. He looked at the extremely similar tall buildings in Gelare County and the busy intersections that looked almost exactly the same, and finally rubbed his eyebrows: "What's wrong with humans? Has it finally occupied every corner of the world in a thousand years? Where are the beasts in the mountains now living?"

"In a nature reserve or a zoo," Louis said dryly, "Sorry, I'm sorry I don't know that you are an environmentalist, we locusts disappoint you - but I've never heard of a tourist attraction in County Jarrery called the 'Clesto Temple'. Are you sure it's still here?"

"Clesto's rats who like to dig holes will not allow others to take pictures of their temple. They are not in the world and do not care about the tickets." Carlos spread the map of Jereri County on the car cover, "The temple is hidden."

He took the pen handed over by Louis, shook it hard, and drew a circle on the map in a crooked manner: "If I remember correctly, it should be in this area--the tip of the pen is too smooth!"

"Smooth is to let you not pierce the paper," Louis pulled away from GPS and looked, "We are already in this area."

"Um." Carlos wrapped his arms against his chest and twisted his uncomfortable neck, "Then try this."

He put Louis' pen on the hood and then gently turned around. The neutral pen turned at a constant speed as if it had escaped friction and air resistance. Carlos recited a spell. Perhaps because Louis was next to him, he deliberately made a sound to facilitate the other party's memory. The nib of the pen was spinning slower and slower. Finally, it drew a tiny spark from the air, and Mars burst out one meter away.

"Wow!" Several onlookers retreated at the same time.

"This is... this is not a human spell, right?" Louis asked, "I mean how you pronounce it."

"This is Cleisto's traction spell. The group of people has never been united. They are said to be of the same clan. In fact, except for those with blood relationships, no one knows anyone. The old and new Cleisto who go to the temple to pay tribute every ten years depends on this direction."

With a "crunch", the tip of the pen pointed in one direction and stopped.

Louis said in surprise: "You can even..."

"It's stolen." Carlos grinned, as if he was talking about something so glorious. "When you go out, you must have a skill. It's not too much to steal occasionally. No one knows... Oh!"

With a "bang", the neutral pen exploded, and the upright collar finally had its own purpose - such as preventing the owner's face from being scratched.

"Okay, it seems that someone knows it." Carlos said dryly.
Chapter completed!