"The useless imperial grain borer in the huge and complex system." Aldo narrowed his eyes and said those words softly in a plain tone.

Evan suddenly stepped on the brake hard, and all the cars behind had to stop after a while. Even the police car that was opening the road was unaware of it and parked on the side of the road.

This young man, who was a little cowardly and often couldn't figure out the situation, staring at the steering wheel tightly, his face tightened to a little ferocious.

"Evan, drive." Louis frowned.

"Why do they say that?" Evan's eyes were red and his voice trembled. "Why do they say that? These lazy people just sit at home and complain about the world all day long, even if others live for their lives, even if..."

There was still one in the back seat, so that Evan even suppressed his voice, fearing that he would wake up Carlos - this man who has been regarded as a legend for thousands of years would also fall to his head when he was tired. He was also a flesh and blood body, not a statue made of Atorat's stone.

Gal - his young and outstanding mentor, was sent back to the Temple Therapy Department the day before. When everyone was already asleep, he confronted a demon-level monster who knew he could not defeat him. He was almost swallowed up half of his brain. He survived by chance, but he was just sad because he felt that he was not strong enough.

And Ivis...

"I said drive, Mr. Gorado, don't let me repeat the third time!"

The police officer who was opening the road got off the car for no reason and waved from afar. He didn't hear a response and planned to come over to check it out. Louis's voice became colder.

Even if it was a dead pig, Carlos couldn't sleep. He struggled uneasyly and asked hoarsely: "Why..."

But Aldo pressed him into his arms, not letting him look up.

"No one in the world cares what we do, even if we die, no one mourns it for this! No one cares!" Evan collapsed and could no longer control his voice. "Just like Avis, the report of his death cannot even appear on TV! No one knows that he is only twenty-three years old, and no one knows why he died!"

Carlos's ears were still buzzing, but Aldo covered his eyes, and he could only ask based on his chaotic hearing: "...Evan? What happened..."

"Shh-Close your eyes," Aldo's palm gently brushed away the hair rubbing on Carlos's face. Then he was silent for a while and said softly, "A thousand years ago, there were poverty, disease, war and death everywhere. Even civilians living in a corner would be destroyed by a sudden natural disaster, and they would live a life of displaced life. But... the Templars enjoyed the treatment of nobles."

Evan was stunned, and Carlos became quiet.

Only by pressing it on his chest could you feel a subtle vibration, and Aldo's tone was like coaxing a crying child to fall asleep.

"Since our ancestors, we have enjoyed supreme glory, the most luxurious tribute and the most noble crown. Perhaps you don't know that the price of raising a Templar was probably the taxes of a whole town, using money squeezed out from the teeth of farmers, and even the money that made their children die of starvation," Aldo chuckled softly, saying somewhat self-deprecatingly, "but due to poor management, the finances are still deficits every year - because we always need the best medicine, the best weapons and the best and fastest cars and horses. Even now, with tourism income, Sara will allocate a large sum of money every year to the repair of the temple and the placement of retirees. We have the highest privilege, Mr. Gorado, if you notice, this road is specially opened for us."

Even Louis didn't expect him to say that, and was stunned.

Aldo's fingers gently curled up Carlos' long maroon hair and asked softly: "Are these glory and privileges not enough to make you willingly die for your fellow countrymen?"

Evan couldn't speak.

Aldo sighed faintly: "Then you can't even compare to Douglas, that scum."

"If you still remember the vows you made, just read them silently in your heart a few times and think about it." Aldo's tone was a little heavier, "Drive now, don't waste time."

Louis gestured to the officer who was walking towards him with his head protrudingly, and the convoy continued to move forward at a depressing speed.

Carlos felt that someone had held his hand in the darkness, but he was still very tired and he became drowsy before he could even think about what the episode was like.

By the time he woke up, he was already in the small bedroom at the bedside of Gal's house with mushroom lamps.

"Eat this first." He held the small tray with one hand and handed it to him, frightening Carlos, who was still a little confused.

He reached out to take the medicine and water, looked up at the darkening sky again, took a sip of water and said vaguely, "All day?"

"It's the third night." Aldo put down the book in his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, "How do you feel?"

His whole body was soft - Carlos drank all the potion in one sip and said "um" simply. His face looked good, but he was just dumb and a little uninspired.

"Gal has been here to see you several times."

"Well," Carlos's brain probably hadn't been able to restart successfully, and he was a little unresponsive to other people's words. After a while, he asked slowly, "How is that child?"

"Better than you," Aldo said, taking off his coat quickly, pushing Carlos's shoulder, "Going in a little bit."

Carlos stared blankly at him climbing onto the bed and asked inexplicably: "What are you doing?"

"I've been taking care of you, so exhausted." Aldo complained softly, and lay on his bed.

Carlos thought seriously about this matter for two seconds, and finally became furious after realizing it: "Has your own room been occupied by something strange? Sir, please go out."

"What?" Aldo glanced at him with a smile, "Are you afraid of me?"

Carlos: "…"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you at this time." Aldo said, "Sleep quickly, go to the temple tomorrow. You have been in bed for three days, and there are still many things to wait."

Carlos: "…"

Aldo raised his hand habitually and turned off the light at the head of the bed.

"Hey, don't touch that!" Carlos frowned and stopped him.

Aldo shrugged, retracted his hand, and said casually: "Okay, when did you develop this kind of child's problem?"

Carlos was silent for a moment and whispered, "Sharon likes it."

Aldo's expression suddenly froze.

After a long time, he said in a slightly hoarse voice: "You deliberately stab me?"

Carlos: "You can ignore it."

Aldo suddenly rose up and stuck Carlos' neck with his tiger's mouth. He suddenly pressed him down on the bed and looked down at him. Carlos was already dizzy and was stuck in his breathing.

"As long as you are awake, there is nothing else to do except make me angry?" Aldo lowered his face, "Listen, I hate that name."

Carlos struggled violently, his joints were suppressed by the weight of the adult man, and his imprisoned neck made him breathless, but he still said, "My wife's name, what does it matter if you like it?"

"She is dead." Aldo said coldly, "She has been dead for a thousand years. I bet you can't even find her grave. What did you give her? Smith's false surname? Then tell her that you are a wandering blacksmith? Ha! What a touching love."

Carlos wanted to give him a message, but was suppressed and objective conditions did not allow it, so he decided to settle for the second best and adopt verbal cold violence - it can be seen that all the parts of his body were in the order of movement, first, then talk, and finally, when he was free, he would probably use his brain.

"She doesn't mind what I'm called or what I do. What I can give her is more important than anything else."

"The flowers that are hybridized, the stars in the wild, the gadgets of grass and branches, and even the cheap spices brought back from afar... All, everything you think is garbage and sneer at it can make her very happy. Why can't I be a blacksmith? Even if the pot I made was leaking, she willingly placed it at home as a decoration...ah!"

Aldo's answer was to bite his neck.

He used so much effort that Carlos even had the illusion that he was about to bite his throat.

It took him a lot of time before Aldo slowly loosened his teeth and licked Carlos's neck reluctantly, with blood all over his lips and teeth.

"I think sometimes," he said to Carlos' ear, "kill you, and you will always stay in my arms quietly like you fell asleep, and you will not be angry with me anymore, nor will you hide in a place I can't find."

Carlos didn't make a sound. He twisted his neck with some difficulty, and looked at Aldo, who was staring at the wound on his neck obsessively under the dim bedside lamp.

It seemed as if the green eyes that always shone with glitter were covered with a layer of mist, and the eyes were so gloomy that they were almost sad.

"I've been waiting for you for more than a thousand years," said Aldo. "Even if you don't love me anymore, you said you don't blame me. Can't we start over?"

Carlos said nothing.

"Do you hate me so much that you don't even want to give me a chance?" Aldo's tail sound trembled, "How many thousand years have it been since mankind has stood on this desolate land?"

Carlos trembled slightly.

In the quiet room, there were only two people's suppressed breathing sounds left.

After a while, Aldo sighed, let go of Carlos, took out a cotton swab and gauze from the head of the bed, and cleaned up the blood marks on Carlos' neck.

Then Carlos, who had been lying obediently, finally punched him as he wished.

Aldo did not dodge or dodge, and took it down forcibly. Then he wiped off the blood foam from the corner of his mouth and smiled reluctantly: "Well, do you want to do it again?"

Carlos finally looked away first and lay down with his back to him without saying a word.

Aldo raised his hand and gently pressed the corner of the quilt for him: "Good night, my dear."

The bedside light was still on. Although the light was dim, Aldo still felt a little uncomfortable. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, reduced the frequency of his breathing, and wanted to tell himself a story about the two children growing up stumblingly, experiencing countless breakups and reunions, and finally being together forever.
Chapter completed!