Carlos's footsteps suddenly stopped. He lowered his eyes, his thick and slender eyelashes curled up slightly into a graceful curve, and a little smooth forehead was exposed under the hat, and his straight nose and thin lips were below. This guy was the result of the genes of the elegant and beautiful ladies who married into the Flaret Manor for generations. There was still no flaw in his facial features under the light of the auditorium.

It makes people think that when God was born, he must have given him a lot of love.

This innate love and acquired ups and downs gave him a very special temperament, as if he was ready to take his simple clothes and go to the next place at any time. When people who knew him remembered him, they only remembered a back that turned around and waved, alone, but not lonely.

He must have a lot of happiness, and only in this way can he support his entire body and soul.

Because there is no place in the world where he can stay safely.

Carlos's steps suddenly stopped where he broke away from Gal's hand and avoided Aldo's gaze.

Then a clear gaze swept around the excited faces of the people surrounding him, subconsciously pulled down the brim of the hat, lowered his head slightly, and only raised the corners of his mouth, as if he had a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"Thank you." He tried to keep himself calmly as he played "self" at Christmas Eve celebrations, "I listened to Mr. Goode, probably to let me be responsible for everyone's spell lessons and fighting lessons - I know that many people have headaches with spells and tongue twisters, of course, that's nothing..."

His voice was not loud, but his pronunciation was very clear, and the people who heard it clearly started to laugh.

Carlos seemed to have smiled, but this time he hid his eyes, and no one could tell whether he was really smiling or fake.

"It's like I can't figure out the machinery either - to be honest, I still can't figure out why the method of turning off the TV is different from the computer." Carlos said this, shrugging as if he was decent.

The expression on Gal's face changed from worry to relax, but Aldo's heart sank.

"Uh... in short," Carlos waved his hand and briefly ended his speech, "You will see me after the training begins."

After saying this, he turned around and left, as if he couldn't wait to leave here. The lamp, which had been following him, stopped at a loss and set off an empty aperture alone.

Carlos skillfully bypassed those who were planning to rush over and merged into the crowd, like an incompatible fish, swimming against the current to the cold upstream alone.

When he passed by the community, he called his friends and left alone after a fun time. He savored it alone and began to go to the next place where he could gather a bonfire and chat.

If a child gets gastroenteritis due to eating something bad, even if the food is expensive and delicious, it is widely welcomed by people all over the world, he will never touch it again.

If a small animal has its legs broken somewhere, it will not go there even if the mountains and rivers are beautiful and food is accumulated.

Of course, sometimes the problem is relatively simple. For example, people will understand that eating strawberries may not be because of the food itself, but just because it is not washed clean. They will bravely try it again, customer service is a psychological barrier.

But some things are much more complicated than this, and they make people fall into it for a long time and can't figure out the causes and consequences, so he gradually becomes such a person--

For example, those who fear claustrophobia, those who do not eat something, or… enthusiastic withdrawn people.

That's how they describe him as "like a ball of fire on a desolate swamp" and "gentle and cold" people.

Then, many years passed, and even when he came out one day, he was still dead. Experience made him become such a person, and some processes were irreversible, even if he wanted to change, he could not change it back.

Carlos wandered alone in the underground palace for half an hour before Aldo chased after him.

He found that Carlos looked up at the barrier core in the underground palace with a heavy sword, raised his head slightly, and stood there quietly. He didn't know what he was thinking, the light of the barrier core dragged out his slender shadow and did not move at all, as if it had become a stone statue.

Aldo stopped two or three steps away from him, and couldn't think of how to speak for a while, so he had to stand there silently for a while.

Carlos finally turned around and gave him a surprised look.

"I thought you would want to punch me again," Aldo said.

Carlos shrugged and turned to continue studying the barrier core of the flashing light: "I know my temper is quite stinky...but does it really seem that unreasonable?"

Aldo's eyes dimmed.

"Thank you." After pausing for a while, Carlos said softly, "I know you are good..."

Aldo suddenly hugged him from behind. The light emitted from the barrier core reflected a dark blue on his fingertips. Carlos's voice suddenly stopped. He was stunned, his lips slightly opened, and his expression was a little confused, as if he wanted to spit out the next few notes, but suddenly he found that they all evaporated.

Aldo's hand became tighter and tighter, one hand pressed against Carlos's chest, as if he was about to grab the frequency of his heartbeat, and his fingers wrinkled his clothes.

Carlos came to his senses and turned his face slightly to listen to what he wanted to say, but Aldo said nothing, just hugged him tightly.

Perhaps it is because... whether it is an apology or a love show, there is no language in the world that can trace back the past.

The past can be understood, forgotten, and even the grudges can be eliminated when we meet and smile, but we cannot change it.

Therefore, time cannot be reversed, so Aldo has studied the time forbidden technique for his whole life and has only come to the conclusion that it cannot reach.

Regret is always a fantasy of people.

Even if he didn't use his brain, Carlos understood that he could only believe what he said from Aldo. As for acts and deliberately misleading, it was simply normal for him. Although this man could not be dull, he didn't talk much, but every word he said was a trap.

His whole body felt hypocritical, but he didn't say anything at this time, vaguely revealing his hidden "truth".

"Okay," Carlos thought silently, "I appreciate it."

Aldo seemed to be planning to hold him and not let go. After a while, Carlos finally felt a little embarrassed. He quietly broke out from Aldo's arms and found a topic that he thought was appropriate: "Uh... why did you say that the repair of the barrier core could not keep up with the loss of energy?"

Aldo seemed to be unsatisfied, but fortunately, he had good self-control and barely knew what it meant to stop. He let go of his hand properly and raised his hand to rub against the aperture of the outer layer of the barrier core, as if he wanted to remove the feeling of sudden emptiness in his arms.

He whispered: "You know what energy is filled with the barrier core, and I can't find any other alternatives for the time being."

Carlos frowned suddenly - of course he knew that the last step of the barrier core was completed by him himself, and the source of energy was Satan Parola who was dragged into the forbidden technique.

"That child of your family..." Aldo deliberately gave Gal this title, directly subverting the other person for a lifetime. "When he came here for the first time with the corpse of the Abyss Jackal, he asked me this question - can quantity compensate for quality? My answer is no. Even the demon-level Difu can only delay the speed of damage to the barrier."

"Well," Carlos seemed a little surprised, and then immediately became proud, "Gal is very good, very keen."

No matter how sharp you are, you are not born. Maybe you still want to have something disrespectful to you - Aldo thought sourly, but there was no clue on his face.

"I'll talk about the barrier later. Come and see what Kevin Watson gave us." The other person interrupted Carlos as if nothing had happened. "I have a son in my family to grow up." He was intoxicated by himself.

They walked through the huge underground palace and entered a secret room with extremely high authority.

Carlos saw the box found under the Anlan River. It was a large music box with a small table inside. When it was opened, the crystal tray slowly turned around. What came from it was not music, but... the sound of water like waves.

Carlos circled the strange music box several times, but he didn't find out what it was: "What is this?"

"Wait a little longer, it's almost time."

Less than a moment after Aldo's speech fell, a very thin song came from the sound of water spreading in the box, like the sound of a mermaid singing deep in the sea, in words that humans cannot understand, as thin as a needle, which can penetrate straight into a person's heart.

Then the singing slowly became louder, and even the vibrato could be heard. Carlos leaned against the side, holding his breath and listening.

The singing lasted for three minutes before slowly stopping, slowly moving away with a sigh-like tail sound. The sound of the water was quiet, as if it was restored to the calm sea.

"There is only the sound of water when this box opens every day, and only the time of day will make singing," Aldo said.
Chapter completed!