Carlos woke up in the morning light and felt a thin layer of sweat.

He felt that he had a tiring dream, but turned his head and saw Aldo. He fell asleep so quietly, and the rules were no different from those when he was awake. He would never touch his feet, and even stayed overnight, and he didn't even mess with the quilt, as if he was lying down.

Carlos sat up gently, hugged the quilt and was stunned, and looked down at Aldo again - noticed that a hole was cracked in the corner of his mouth, and there was a piece of bruise on his chin that looked worse.

Carlos was stunned for a while, finally sighed, carefully stretched out his fingers, gently stroked the bruise that was hit by himself, thinking, I was really unconscious last night, and when I was excited, I started to take action hard.

He didn't want to disturb Aldo, and planned to go over him to wash his face, but he was grabbed by his wrist when he moved.

Aldo's fingers burst out with a fearful force in an instant. He pinched Carlos' wrist that had not had time to withdraw, and then half opened his eyes. After a while, he suddenly realized something, let him go, and said softly: "Sorry."

Carlos glanced at him, then flipped through the bedside table, and found a tube of ointment from the corner and threw it to him.

Aldo caught it, lowered his eyes and showed a slightly distorted smile: "Can you talk to me now?"

Carlos opened the curtain, leaned against the window, held his hands in front of his chest, and nodded: "You said."

"You have to go back to the temple with me today." Aldo looked at his expression, carefully selected such a topic, and skipped the unpleasant part of the night before.

When Carlos touched the corner of his mouth gently, he woke up and immediately understood that the other party was shaken. Aldo knew that this opportunity must be seized.

With just one gap, a gap, he will be sure to eat the whale and swallow the ground and get what he wants.

Carlos was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that he would suddenly mention this. After a long time, he asked back with some confusion: "Hmm?"

"I need you to help me see the box that Kevin Watson brought. In addition, Mr. Goode discussed with me that all the hunters in the Temple will go back to participate in special training when there is no mission. He obviously hopes that you can serve as an instructor."

"What?" Carlos frowned, "Do you mean those hunters who have passed the internship period and have obtained their license?"

A hunter has obtained a license, which means that he can stand alone and take on the lives of others and himself. For so many years, the temple has never been rebuilt by a real hunter.

The cool Chenfeng swept his back, and Carlos was stunned: "Is there something wrong with the barrier?"

Aldo did not deny it, but just gently applied it to the bruise on the corner of his mouth with a paste, and said calmly: "From the day when anything is established, there will be a process of prosperity and decline. Everything can happen. I originally thought that although the folk bounty hunters have disappeared, there is always the last guard of the Temple. But the Templars are now simply a group of children who don't know what sinister means. To be honest, I also hope that the next time I close my eyes, they will let me rest for a long time."

The word "rest" obviously successfully shocked Carlos.

Aldo smiled: "Nothing, living people don't want to die, and 'dead people' are not willing to come alive all the time. At first, I lived in the coffin of the underground palace, checking the barriers that issued alarms day and night, but it was not so easy in my spare time, because I always thought that time had changed and the world changed. This time, I really had no hope to see you again. In this way, I felt that living is torture than death."

Carlos was silent for a long time before asking, "Then you... then why do you want..."

"Why do you nail your soul to the seal of the barrier?" Aldo shook his head, "I once decided to dedicate everything to the temple for some illusory things before my mind was fully developed, but... the temple took away my you. Maybe I shouldn't say that, but I actually... I have resented here."

Like Evan.

"It's undoubtedly true. The temple is innocent, and the things that have happened... are inevitable," he said this, and suddenly paused, staring at Carlos's eyes with a calm gaze. Every new beginning requires a sharp blade to cut off the old scars. "I am such a person, Carl, I am different from you. I was born with nothing. No matter how high I climb, I can never get rid of the inferiority in my bones. It is like a shadow that has been with me for many years, always imprisoning me not to go to the sun, conceal others, and concealing myself. I hysterically desire more for everything I can grasp."

Carlos looked at Aldo blankly. He remembered that Aldo was a person who hated others to approach him very much. He was so proud and sensitive that he was not allowed to mention anything about his bloodline, nor was he allowed to ask others, just like a little hedgehog who had excessive self-protection.

But now, he leaned against the head of the bed in a lazy and casual posture, even holding a ridiculous ointment in his hand. While he couldn't help but wrinkle his face in pain, he gently uncovered his reverse scales.

"You may not understand," Aldo said bluntly, "but I can never leave the things that block your footsteps as casually as you. Yes, we are completely different people, but... I still cannot suppress myself being attracted to you, loving you, and missing you in despair."

"So I stayed and finished everything, even if eternal life was uneasy, but this was the place we once guarded together, which gave me the illusion of... I always had some kind of connection with you." He suddenly laughed happily, "But look, this was not an illusion later. God really sent you back to me."

"I actually understand." Carlos suddenly said softly.

Why don't you understand? After years, he is no longer the ignorant little playboy in the temple. For a child who has been instilled with "will rather die than criticize" since childhood, he betrayed his faith the night he fled from the temple in a hurry, and lived a life of losing everything and living a life of silence.

Spiritual castration is always more painful than **.

He understands what nothingness is, and what darkness is.

Aldo admitted that he had resented the Temple - this place made him successful, but also imprisoned him, making him devote all his energy to life and death, and not be free. His frankness made Carlos involuntarily think of the sixteen-year-old he didn't want to recall.

Yes, they grew up and became less stupid, and they all understood what was going on.

Parola was possessed by Satan in the human bone box and became his puppet. The demon in the human bone box was once cut into several sections by Flaret... or a powerful ancestor who had been associated with the Flaret family and sealed it in it. The so-called "Talent of Light" is actually just a sacrifice that continues to the blood of the descendants.

That was just the devil's revenge.

Besides... what can you demand a sixteen-year-old child? He can't even cover up the little cunning he was born with - he is still a child like Aldo.

Carlos said this to himself, but it was probably precisely because of this that he has always been stubborn and unwilling to have any contact with Aldo, even if he is not willing to maintain a basic friendship.

Aldo always reminded him of the passionate but fragile and awkward feelings he felt when he was young, which brought all the past he had been deeply buried and did not want to mention again.

He was like a nightmare to Carlos.

The wind sword and frost sword can always cause limited damage to people who are already full of wings. Only those injuries that have been born and weak are always covered in hard armor. Although no one can see them, they are wrinkles that even the years have not been suppressed. Even if they try to forget them many years later, they will penetrate into a person's bone marrow, waiting for the right time, and then take root and sprout, pierce the lungs and skin, and grow dark vines.

Fear and pain can destroy all the beautiful feelings in the world.

He tried to forgive, tried to pretend that nothing had happened, and tried to be a selfless love saint - without regrets and complaints about the other party's life and death, but he couldn't.

Carlos Flaret, has always been... just a person.

Aldo stood up at some point and supported one hand on the wall beside Carlos - although he wanted to stretch out his arms to circle him inside, Aldo knew that he could not do that, which would make Carlos feel forced into a dead end, making his heart that had finally softened and hardened, and he might say many hurtful words in his mouth.

Although it is within the tolerance range... that is lethality that cannot be underestimated.

"Let's start over." He whispered in a nearly begging voice, "Don't hide from me anymore, don't deliberately stop talking to me, don't even bother to look at me...please."

Carlos was silent.

"Please."

"I……"

When Carlos opened his mouth, Aldo held his breath.

Carlos tilted his head and avoided his gaze: "I'll think about it."

Then Carlos quickly walked around Aldo and headed straight for the bathroom, and said to him with his back: "Didn't you say you want to go to the temple? Don't be too slow."

Aldo leaned sideways against the wall, looking at the bathroom door that was closed in front of him, his pleading expression faded away, and he slowly smiled.

As long as the death penalty becomes a reprieve, he can further turn it into a fixed-term, a reduced sentence and even acquittal in the end.

At a good start, Aldo told himself that he picked up the coat on the back of the chair and went back to his room to wash and organize.

On the contrary, when Gal saw Carlos, he made a fuss: "To be honest, I am the one who almost swallowed half of his brain, Carl? Why can't you get up if you lay down like a sleeping beauty? I almost thought I was going to get someone to wake you up with kisses - what's wrong with your neck?"

"I hate high-collar clothes, which makes me feel like I have become a chicken with a choked neck," Despite this, Carlos still pulled the high-collar that he had put on to cover a wound with guilt, and turned Gal over annoyedly, "Also, Mr. Xie Cai, when you lay down, I went to Death Valley to fight monsters--what the hell are you holding?"

"Lily and Mike gave you, they have visited you." Gal smiled maliciously and handed him a poster.

Carlos's eyebrows were raised higher and higher. After looking horizontally for a long time, hesitantly asked: "This chin is one meter long... is it a person?"

"The male protagonist in Disney's "Sleeping Beauty" cartoon," Gal explained in fear that the world would be in chaos, "is the one responsible for waking up the princess who had been sleeping for a hundred years..."

Aldo walked down from the building and asked casually: "Who has been sleeping for a hundred years?"

Gal was silent and realized that the real "sleeping beauty" who had been sleeping for a thousand years was accidentally shot. Then he noticed the bruises on the corner of Aldo's mouth and his eyes paused on it.

Aldo calmly pretended that it did not exist, without any intention of explaining it. Fortunately, Gal was not Evan. After only a few glances, he realized his rudeness and looked away as if nothing had happened.

Carlos muffled the stupid poster on Gal's head and complained casually: "You are a bunch of unfilial descendants who will be punished one day."
Chapter completed!