The limited space in the auditorium seemed to be extended to endlessly, and a "real" war was going on there, with endless powerful difu emerging, bringing the smell of rotten meat and blood. After half an hour, all resistance began to be stretched. At the beginning, the organization seemed to be organized slowly showed signs of collapse as fewer and fewer people were present.

Some people were hoarse in their voices, and some were sitting on the ground accidentally, unable to help crying loudly under the pressure of death. They seemed to have forgotten that this place was once an auditorium, not a cemetery that could not be seen. Every inch of land became a place to bury bones.

The people in the monitoring room were silent together. After a while, Louis asked in a low voice: "Is the battle of the black robe that year... so tragic?"

Carlos, who was recording something, blinked and turned around and shrugged: "Black robe? How could that be possible - at best, this is a medium-sized Defu attack, almost a common program during festivals."

Then his eyes fell on the monitor screen, paused, and said lightly: "In the Battle of Black Robes, we almost fought to the point where we were out of ammunition and food. The tragic war, casualties were all light. The key was that the materials were extremely scarce, food and medicine were unsustainable, and there were fewer and fewer people. It seemed that most of the members were scattered bounty hunters who escaped from all over the country. How many real Templars were left...? One tenth?"

"Not one in fifteenth." Aldo said exactly, "including underage apprentices."

Carlos laughed: "I have been wandering outside for so many years and haven't tasted hungry. I didn't expect that when I returned to the temple, I made me feel what refugees are."

"Don't there even be at least food for food and clothing?" Louis asked.

"Food is absolutely not enough. At first, you can also cook some wild game as meat and add vegetables. Later, the temple was besieged, and only Difu's body could be eaten." When Aldo said this, he remembered something, smiled, and glanced at Carlos, "You also invented that... what? Difu sandwich?"

"If the black fish's ribs are clamped with the dark elf's thigh meat, it would be even better if there were a few wild vegetable leaves." Carlos showed a little nostalgic expression, "Don't look ugly, the meat on the ribs is delicious raw. It tastes a bit like the mustard-stained on the oriental island... Well, sashimi? Unfortunately, the great bishop doesn't appreciate it and is determined to accept new things - it's boiled in white water or roasted on fire every day, aren't you tired of it?"

"That's all tolerant than eating raw meat." Aldo shrugged, "Seriously, your creativity is really disgusting sometimes."

Dark creatures are not suitable for consumption. Even if not, everyone present knows that the taste will never taste like fish grown in clean water. They will emit the unique and deep-rooted odor from the world without light - not to mention the corpses of the corpse cleaned on the battlefield, and even freshness is not guaranteed.

Carlos also joked: "But that is good for teeth. I think if you use Difu for a long time, humans might also grow strong buck teeth like Abyss Jackal!"

Aldo: "I can't see where they fit the aesthetics of which era. Moreover, human faces are too peaceful. If a pair of sharp teeth grow, the first thing that suffers is his chin."

Gal actually always wanted to ask Carlos why he returned to the temple at the most dangerous time, and also wanted to ask Aldo why he could protect the temple for so many years without hesitation, but now, he found that these problems have no meaning.

Because they are such people, they will fight to the end after a daughter promises.

The virtual battle ended within an hour and a half. The lights in the auditorium suddenly turned on, the fog and the false atmosphere of the cemetery dissipated, the psychedelic magic circle was cut off, and all the doors and windows were opened together. The long-lost fresh air flowed in, awakening all the people who seemed to have had a life and death.

There was a silence like death in the auditorium, and they had not yet recovered from "death".

A few minutes later, the hunters gradually got up from the ground in a mess, touching the "fatal wound" on their body in disbelief, and found that the skin there was still smooth. Then they suddenly realized that this was an upside down dream, and finally someone shouted out: "What's going on?"

The door of the monitoring room was pushed open, and Aldo walked straight out of it. Except for the time he came out of the underground palace on the first day and had gathered in Mr. Goode's office and ran into him, most people didn't know who he was. However, they all grew up watching the statues in the garden.

Who is this man?

Why does it have a face that is exactly the same as a statue?

Aldo lowered his eyes and stood on the podium in the auditorium. His eyes swept around everyone present, and strangely calmed people again.

"My name," he said, "Leo Leslie Aldo."

It seemed as if thunder fell, and there was an uproar.

Aldo stood quietly on the small podium of the large auditorium. The soft light fell on his head and body. He stretched out his palms. The auditorium was knocked away suddenly. The Archbishop's scepter flew straight over the heads of the people, falling accurately into his hands, emitting a dazzling white light.

He then said the second sentence: "The barrier core is aging, the degree of damage is more than you can imagine, and the repair progress is not ideal - although it can still play a protective role, in the future, you will face more and more advanced or even demon-level difu, and there will be endless scenes, perhaps even more dangerous than the simulation battle just now. If someone feels that he can't bear it, he can quit now, and Mr. Megelter will write a suitable letter of transfer for you."

After Aldo said this, he waited for a minute, but no one moved the scene.

A hunter, trained from a very young age, learns various skills needed to become a hunter, which has become their career in life. Even though their training intensity has become smaller and their field experience is limited compared to a thousand years ago, the reason why the temple still exists is that it has not abandoned thousands of years of tradition - these young people who seem less capable still have the chivalrous spirit that has long been abandoned by the times.

Otherwise, decades of hard training will not be able to tell their relatives and friends, so they will have already left Sarah State.

"I'm very relieved." Aldo showed a long-lost smile, "You have let me see hope - you know that we are already in the past after all, and the inheritance of the temple is in the present, not in the past."

His smile stopped for a moment, then returned to his seriousness, and his eyes turned to the monitoring room next to the podium.

At the door of the monitoring room, Louis and Mr. Good were whispering something. Carlos was still wearing his hat that was huge, which could cover most of his face. He stood in the corner, watching quietly like an unobtrusive bystander, and he came and went quietly, always trying not to leave any trace.

Carlos seemed as cool as the wind, and nothing could stumbling on his footsteps, but in his heart, he always wanted to hide it.

It seemed as if he was ashamed of his still using the name "Carlos Flaret". Perhaps he felt that the youngest son of the Flaret family, who was outstanding in talent, should have died in the summer of sixteen years old.

After that, the only one who left the temple was a wreckage with his head and tail exposed.

He passed by Flaret Manor several times, but he had not taken the initiative to contact anyone in that family, even though he missed them so much that he was crazy.

He returned for the temple, but with a pseudonym, he hid under the huge hood as an invisible man, doing what he should do, like a ghost whose obsession remains in the world but cannot be exposed to the sun.

A living ghost.

Aldo could even imagine that when Carlos first saw his name in history books, the expression on his face must have been like he was whipped by someone.

This is probably why... When the two of them met in this time and space for the first time, Carlos drew his sword toward each other without hesitation.

He is such a proud person, but for more than ten years, he lives, fights, and wanders around with such a mentality that deeply disgusted himself.

and...refusing to admit his name.

If possible, Aldo didn't want Carlos to be seen by others. It would be better that only he knew all his secrets, only he could call his real name, only he could see him, only he was the only source of his joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

But……

When Aldo's eyes moved, Carlos had an ominous premonition, which made him push Gal away quickly, lower the brim of his hat, and intend to sneak out of the small door next to him as fast as possible. At this time, Aldo's voice had already spread throughout the auditorium through the microphone.

He said, "Mr. Flaret, can you come up?"

Carlos stopped, his back facing him, his back stiff as a stone.

The hunters were quiet for a moment, and suddenly someone screamed: "Flarat? Oh my God! Which Flaret is it?"

Archbishop Leo Aldo has been resurrected, so who is the one he says...?!

Those real or fabricated history have turned Carlos Flaret into a legend, and even legend has a director who is tracing his life and has also filmed a film called "The Last Guard" to be released in the summer.

Carlos' palm suddenly had cold sweat. For a moment, he really wanted to smash Aldo's heavy sword with a newly replaced sword scabbard on the face, and his heart jumped up quickly as if it was about to crack. Even when he was serving as a sword sacrificial service, he refused to embroider his name on his cuffs, but he was suddenly named in public.

No matter what kind of enemy he faced, Carlos became fearful like never before, and all the blood in his body surged to his limbs, his face as pale as if dead.

Aldo's calm voice came from the podium again: "Mr. Carlos Flaret, the forbidden art of time brings you back to us. Do you not want to meet us at all?"

The noise of the crowd almost lifted up the roof of the auditorium.

Carlos turned around and his eyes under the brim of the hat met Aldo's gaze from afar.

At this time, Gal grabbed Carlos' wrist and dragged him to the podium.

A moving beam of light hit the top of the auditorium, which hit the two of them. The hunters, who were tortured to the point of breath, had to boil with their last strength. They walked for twenty minutes in this short journey and were constantly interrupted by the hunters who were trembling and incoherently demanding a handshake and hugging.

The most exaggerated thing is Andy. His face turned red and he shouted: "I knew! I knew! You killed two shadow demons in less than a day and a night! Two shadow demons! This cannot be something that ordinary people can do!"

Then he pulled out the edge of his wrinkled shirt from his trousers, lifted up his clothes to reveal his back: "Sign up a name for me and write it on me, I promise not to take a shower in my life!"

"No!" Gal pushed Andy away, "Don't sign him, believe I can really do it. We don't want to be stinked by him!"

Someone laughed around him, and Carlos bent his mouth with difficulty. Even with Gal's protection, he was at a loss by the hunters who rushed up to "see" him from time to time, and was dragged by Gal like a puppet doll.

Aldo put down the microphone and looked silently in the direction of the surrounded man: look up, baby, even if it's hard - forget the ridiculous pseudonym John Smith.

In addition to owing you a 'sorry', I also owed you a hug and told you to welcome you back.
Chapter completed!