In a daze, Evan still had time to have a dream. He dreamed that an abyss jackal ran over drooling and invited him to dance face-to-face, so he woke up again. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that he was really face to face with an abyss jackal with a ferocious facial expression, so that he observed the face of the legendary devil-level Difu up close - there was no hair on the face, but thick The scales looked very hard, and there was a pair of huge fangs, sticking out from the mouth, shining coldly.
"I won't agree! I don't want to dance with Difu." Evan thought numbly—given that his brain cells had been overdrawn, he was already a little abnormally active.
A voice behind him said feebly, "Why are you staring at that buck-toothed dog so obsessively?"
As if waking up from a dream, Evan suddenly sat up from the ground, rubbed the ground and moved one meter to the side, and said almost in disbelief: "We... we killed an abyss jackal!"
"Uh-huh." John's voice was a little hoarse, and he answered slowly as if he was a little unmotivated, "Yeah, you also fucked its ass/ass bravely."
"Oh no..." Evan covered his face dejectedly, "Don't mention it."
He remembered how he fainted, so he lowered his head cautiously, staring at his toes, not daring to glance at John's side: "Can you still go? Do you want me to carry you?"
John has already learned the lesson, and has covered the wound tightly. He glanced at Evan with a smirk: "Why, do you want to confirm my wound?"
Just imagining it made Evan's face turn pale, and he stuttered again: "I... I, my..."
"Slow down, I can still walk—okay, I'll cover it, so you won't see blood anymore, but give me a hand!" John stood up with difficulty, and the other hand brushed loose hair He drew up behind him, bent slightly, and walked out in front slowly.
Evan hesitated for a moment, then turned around and picked up the body of the abyss jackal, dragging him behind him.
John glanced back at him, raising his eyebrows in puzzlement.
"Yes... that's right. After the enchantment, Difu has withdrawn from people's sight, and our work has become confidential," Evan explained, "so every time we have to recover Difu's body, besides... this is A devil class, it can be made into a specimen and put in the eerie museum."
"Ghostly Museum?"
"It's specially opened for children. It's dark inside, full of all kinds of horrible Difu corpses, and the narrator follows behind to tell 'fairy tales' about demons," Evan paused, and added Said, "As an entertainment project, for children to explore, of course, tickets are required."
"Aha, getting people to pay to watch Sidifu," John paused, and continued in that drawn-out tone, "well, that's really the most brilliant thing I've ever heard."
When they got home, it was nearly ten o'clock at night. Mr. Goode thought that he would not be able to wait, so he almost left and went back first.
John fell asleep uncontrollably when he was in the car, and Evan had to stop and carry him out.
"God! What's going on here?" Gall and Mr. Good rushed up at the same time, and hurriedly put Mr. Priest on the sofa, "Do you need to call a therapist?"
John had already woken up from their torment. He waved his hand and muttered nonchalantly, "It's nothing. I just fell asleep just now. I can deal with ordinary flesh injuries. I don't need to call anyone."
"What's the matter, Evan?" Mr. Goode asked.
"We went to track down an abyss jackal..." Evan was not afraid of Mr. Goode, and the approachable archbishop looked far less terrifying than Instructor Meggert.
Gal and Mr. Good took a breath at the same time.
"It's in the trunk now, maybe you want to see it." Evan added.
John, who was lying on the sofa like a dead dog, laughed "chichi": "Don't be so exaggerated, gentlemen, there is only one."
Then he leaned on the armrest of the sofa and sat up, stretching out a hand like Mr. Goode: "So, I guess you are the current Mr. Archbishop?"
"Yes, my pleasure." Mr. Goode shook hands with him.
"No, no, it should be my honor," John laughed, "I heard that you are a highly respected gentleman."
When Gale and Evan carried the corpse of a genuine abyss jackal into the living room with infinite shock, Mr. Goode couldn't help standing up, squatting down in amazement and observing carefully: "To be honest Yes, at this age, I have never seen a real abyss jackal except for specimens and books from ancient times... Oh, look, it has a pair of buck teeth!"
Evan suddenly felt that the archbishop and John should have a lot in common.
Mr. Good straightened his clothes, smoothed his hair with fat fingers, and said briskly to Gal, "Gal, can you take a photo with it? I will treasure it forever."
…Although he is a respectable old gentleman, he still has some intolerable little idiosyncrasies-such as his terrible photo-phobia.
After Gal helped him re-apply the medicine and bandage the wound, John was already a little drowsy. Mr. Goode didn't bother him much, and made an appointment to visit him when he was better, and then left.
Gale breathed a sigh of relief, and glared at Evan: "Be careful, Mr. Goode just turned a blind eye this time for John's sake, interns are not allowed to act alone, you Want to get your license revoked before you get it?"
Evan: "Yeah... sorry."
"Got Gal." John fiddled with his camera, accidentally pressed the shutter, was startled by the flash, and almost threw Gal "the eating guy" out, "I took him there, you always We can’t keep him from seeing the world.”
"With all due respect, sir," Gal Babysitter Shoden immediately turned his gun on him, "even for a hunter as powerful as you, as a wounded patient, the only suitable activities are gentle walks and soothing exercises. Chatting, it's obviously not a good idea to take a rookie to track down the abyss jackal."
John rolled his eyes and gave him an innocent and cute smile.
Gal: "..."
He...he he dares to be cute!
"Okay, okay... Come on, give me your arm, and help you up to rest." Gal sighed.
"Mushroom Lamp Mushroom Lamp!" John excitedly climbed to the head of the bed after entering his room, fiddling with the poor desk lamp, "How do I light this?"
Gal pressed the power button, and the desk lamp emitted a soft light.
"That's great!" John said, "I just like sleeping with candles."
Gal looked at Mr. Priest rolling around on the bed, and suddenly had the illusion that he had raised an older son.
Such a person... actually came from the same era as his ancestors.
"By the way," Gal remembered his long-standing questions, leaned against the door and said softly, "You are from the era of the Black Robe War, have you ever seen the real Carlos Flarete?"
John accidentally rolled off the bed, sat on the ground with a blank face and asked, "What?"
"Carlos Frarete," Gal said, "is the great hero who killed Parola and ended the entire war in the legends of later generations."
"What... a hero?" John's beautiful eyes showed a rare look of confusion, "You said he ended... the war?"
"Of course, based on the time you came here, you may not have seen the end of that war. If you need any information, there is a book "A Brief History Before Barriers" under the bedside table, which can be used as a reference." Gal There was hopeful light in his eyes, "So, you did meet him in person, didn't you?"
John crawled up slowly, sat on the edge of the bed, hesitated for a while, nodded, and carefully chose a very neutral statement: "Carlos Frarete did return during the final battle. When I got to the temple, I met him, but...we're not familiar with him, I'm afraid."
"But your name..."
"John Smith?" John smiled slightly. This quiet smile washed away the energetic childishness on the man's face. At that moment, Gal felt as if he saw Aldo with green eyes. Archbishop, mysterious... and distant, "You don't think it's a fake name, do you? It's actually a very common name, the year I entered the Temple to start my studies alone, there were two boys in the same class named it name."
"So you're really not familiar with him." The disappointment on Gal's face flashed, "Then you don't know what kind of person he is at all? I think you at least know what he looks like."
John looked at him for a moment, and said slowly: "I only know that he was a spoiled dude before he left the temple. After leaving the temple... who knows? As for the appearance, I think he looks a little bit Like his elder brother, but after several years of wandering, he has developed the habit of hiding himself in the big hood, until the second time he returned to the temple, he still kept this."
After he finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes and asked with some doubts, "Why do you want to know about him?"
"My mother's surname is Flaret." Gal shrugged. "When I entered the temple on the first day, I carried the name 'Descendants of Flaret' on my back."
At that moment, John's expression couldn't be described as shocked. It seemed that his soul flew out of his body.
Gal laughed "haha" and said, "Why, is it that we don't look alike at all? This is normal, after all, it has been a thousand years-well, the injured should rest well, and we will discuss this issue in two days. Regarding I have a lot of questions about the temple thousands of years ago."
"Good night." After Gal finished, he gently closed the door for him and walked out.
"What... what?" Gal walked for an unknown amount of time before John uttered these words like a ghost.
The whole room was extremely silent, John sat blankly by the bed, and suddenly remembered the subtle familiarity on Gal's face when he saw him for the first time, as if he had seen it somewhere before but couldn't remember it. He stood up abruptly, walked to the full-length mirror in the closet and stood still, carefully looking at his youthful self in the mirror.
He had never seen himself so clearly—there were no such magical mirrors in their time, and he was not a person who liked to pose in front of mirrors.
The man in the mirror was pale and looked a bit embarrassed, but his deep pool-like dark green eyes were shining brightly.
"His... nose." John's brows trembled slightly, as if he was a little pleasantly surprised, but also a little afraid, "His nose is very similar to mine, and his chin is a little bit, and the profile looks..."
He slowly took two steps back, and sat on the soft carpet with a slight stagger, then he showed a sad smirk, and his shoulders trembled slightly.
John covered his face with one hand, unable to tell whether he was crying or laughing. "My God, he's a...Flaret."