with who
Archbishop Al was not interested in listening to it at all. He seemed to ask questions just out of politeness, and he spoke casually without caring about the answer. Before he finished listening, he nodded lightly and interrupted Gal: "It's okay."
He doesn't care who captures this rare, extremely ferocious Difu that only exists in nightmares and horror stories, anyway, whether it's "Evan" or "Jack" or "Tom" The name doesn't mean anything to him.
Gal had no choice but to shut his mouth tactfully.
Aldo leaned over and picked up the corpse of the abyss jackal. The animal was hunted very cleanly. Except for some unknown blood stains on the tail, the only fatal wound was the throat. Killed, no other places were hurt at all.
"It can be used, thank you." After Aldo's appraisal, a door suddenly opened on the wall of the corridor next to the archbishop's office without warning. He picked up the body of the abyss jackal, turned around and was about to walk in.
"Ah, please wait, Your Excellency!" Gal suddenly stopped him.
Aldo stopped: "What else, young man?"
"Yes, a question about the dark energy that repairs the barrier," Gal said. "You said it very generally that day. I want to ask, is this energy measured by the number of difu? For example, how many difu Can a super-difu be worth a demon-level difu?"
Aldo was stunned for a moment, he turned his head to look at the young man in some surprise, and he was sure almost immediately that this child was the most sensitive one among the four people who entered the underground palace that day.
"Of course, grading is just a human perception. Many difu are actually extremely powerful, but because of some reason, they don't have their own 'boundary', so after comprehensive consideration, they are classified as second-level," Aldo thought for a while. , Said, "Even lower-level Difu, as long as the quantity is sufficient, can indeed gather considerable energy, but its purity, durability and various qualities are far inferior to a small amount of more powerful Difu. "
Gal was thoughtful.
Aldo's eyes lingered on his face for a moment, then he suddenly looked back as if feeling something, and said: "Next time you catch a usable Difu, just put the body at the 'exit', and I will knew."
In fact, Gal still had more questions in his mind, but the whereabouts of Archbishop Altar was really hard to ascertain. The next time we met did not have to wait until when. Seeing that he was leaving, Gal had to pick up the most critical questions and ask them. Say loudly: "Also, sir, do you know the time forbidden technique?"
At that moment, Gal saw that the face of Aldo, who was facing him, suddenly changed. This man who looked like a wax figure suddenly "lived", and an extremely complicated scene flashed in his inorganic eyeballs. mood.
"What did you say?" After a while, Aldo asked softly, "Time forbidden technique..."
"Yes." It was rare to arouse the other party's interest, and Gal immediately added quickly, "After I got the 'Golden Medal', I got the right to borrow some forbidden books in the temple, one of which was called "Ten Forbidden Techniques", It records the existence of the Temporal Spell, in fact I think..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Aldo, who had been cold but polite.
"Time prohibition doesn't exist." The blond man said bluntly, his eyes were empty again, he didn't know if it was Gal's illusion, at that moment, he even felt that the archbishop's eyes were almost dead.
"You can't be so sure, as a matter of fact now in my house..."
"Time prohibition does not exist," Aldo interrupted him again, "I have studied it all my life, and I have only come to the conclusion... that it is impossible to succeed-you are sharp and bright, and you have a bright future, young man, if you I'm you, and I'll focus on something more valuable."
After he finished speaking, he didn't look at Gal any more, turned around and stepped into the stone gate without looking back.
Gal: "Wait, sir! Sir!"
The stone door had been closed in front of him without even a single gap, as if there had never been a secret passage there.
"Why don't you listen to me, maybe you are still acquaintances." Gal touched his nose, shrugged, and patted the dumbfounded Evan on the shoulder, "Hey, wake up buddy, we're going back."
Evan followed Gale numbly, and he had almost developed from having the same hands and feet to hemiplegia.
I don't know if it was Gal's illusion. He felt that the word "time forbidden technique" seemed to offend this mysterious "deceased archbishop" in a certain sense. Is there... any taboo in it
The corpse of the abyss jackal was at Aldo's feet, showing ferocious fangs and a blood hole on its neck.
"Time Forbidden Technique..." He suddenly laughed lowly, covered his face with one hand, leaned his back against the cold stone wall, and slid down slowly, the laughter echoed faintly in the underground palace of the temple.
It has been more than a thousand years, you idiot, he thought, except for you, who has already stuffed half of his body into the barrier, who is neither human nor ghost, who else can live for a thousand years
Even his bones are turning into dross!
The man suddenly let out a low growl, and threw out the rose flower that he had been holding in his hand like a baby.
He watched the black scepter penetrate Carlos' body with his own eyes, and watched Paola being involved in the forbidden technique.
Just as they planned, all the energy of the demon's body was absorbed into the prepared magic circle in an instant, forming the initial shell of the barrier.
But why did he stand in the forbidden magic circle, why didn't he withdraw
Would you rather die than see me again
When everything subsided, there was only a dead body of Parola left on the ground, but that person was never seen again.
Aldo searched for him like crazy—Flaret Manor, Adorat, the entire Sara State, the entire continent, all the places where Carlos was said to have appeared, all possible places... But he disappeared from the world up.
It was as if that person had never appeared in his life.
That flower used to be the thing that entrusted Carlos' feelings. Every feeling has its own unique energy, but a long, long time ago, he didn't cherish it. When he started to regret it, he found that he only had this flower left .
He calmly drew a magic circle on it, and ordered it to grow undefeated, until its former owner set foot in the temple again, before it could wither and return to the soil.
After Carlos disappeared, Aldo began to study the forbidden time technique. With a glimmer of hope, he longed to return to his carefree boyhood—if he was not too inferior at that time, if he was not like a long A hedgehog full of thorns, if he believed... what the other party said when he was young, if he could do it all over again, if... could they have a good ending
But time ban does not exist, everyone has only one chance, if you miss it, there will be no more.
A string of ancient incantations came out of his mouth, and the entire underground palace was suddenly filled with fog. Aldo tapped the ground lightly with his fingers: "Appear."
If anyone heard him, he would find that the incantation he was reciting was somewhat similar to the one when Mr. Good ordered Kelsen's badge to appear that day, but it was obviously much more complicated.
This mist is different from the dense and sticky substances that haunt the abyss jackals. They are light and gentle, and people in it seem to have entered a dream.
Deep in the mist, there was a sudden sound of wind chimes.
Aldo, who was sitting outside the mist, suddenly held his breath—like a thousand times, watching everything that was going on there almost piously and madly.
A young man's clear voice came from the mist: "Hurry up, Leo, follow me!"
Indistinctly, two figures appeared, with the typical thinness of a teenager. The boy walking in front was fourteen or fifteen years old. He was a beautiful child who seemed to have been blessed by an angel. Aldo stared at his face without blinking, vaguely a thousand years old, but his face was still as clear as yesterday.
Yes, that was the person he missed all his life afterwards.
Followed by a young man in a long robe, with a few books in his hand, he said impatiently, "Who allowed you to call me Leo—where are you going to take me?"
That idiot was himself.
Carlos didn't look angry when he was a boy, he just paused, grabbed his companion by the collar, quickly attacked him on the lips, and said triumphantly like a little bastard: "Of course I can Call, Leo baby."
Aldo saw that the young man's face was blushing, and he couldn't help but smiled softly. At that time, he was probably... a little angry, and more of a bewilderment, brought by the other party's fresh and soft lips. That smell is like a light but deep imprint, no matter how you rub it, it won't linger.
Little Carlos stubbornly took Aldo's hand, and after being thrown away by the latter again and again, he stuck to it with a stern face, and walked awkwardly through the palace of the temple, where there was a way to leave directly. The secret passage of the temple—Even a thousand years ago, the underground palace was a forbidden place for apprentices, but prohibitions and the like would basically be understood as welcome words for people like Carlos.
He dragged little Aldo to avoid the magic circle with ease, got into the secret passage, left the temple secretly, crossed the castles, turned over a large piece of farmland, and came to a hillside.
"Come, sit here and wait." Little Carlos pulled Aldo to sit down on a big rock, and he took about ten steps to stand on the hillside covered with withered grass. He has raised light brown hair, and there is no haze between his eyebrows and eyes. Although he is a little spoiled, a little playful, and a little too lively, he always does things that make people hate it, but it doesn't hinder everyone watching Those who come to him will be happy with him.
The young man's voice floated in the wind, and he recited a series of spells that could not be found in any magic circle or spell book. It was so brisk, so brisk that the onlookers a thousand years later would almost shed tears.
Then a soft light flickered on the ground, and at some point the magic circle drawn there was activated, out-of-season grass suddenly sprouted out of the ground, emerald green vines entangled the big trees with fallen leaves, lilies and roses The sweet scent filled the air, and the hyacinths wrapped around the boy's outstretched arms.
No one has ever been able to re-grow flowers all over the dead hillside in winter... Since ancient times, there has only been one Carlos Flaret.
"How... how did you do it?" Little Aldo asked in disbelief.
"The magic circle is a healing circle for purifying water paintings, and the key is to add a mantra," the young little Carlos said with a little show off, "the mantra is my own creation. It, I searched through all the spell books in the temple, it must be able to instantly increase the temperature on the hillside and isolate the sea breeze, I also added part of the 'memory manifest' spell in the badge, so that the plants have the illusion of time ... As for the seeds, hey, I planted them there yesterday, do you like them?"
The boy sitting on the rock raised his head and looked at his companion with crooked smiling eyes.
Little Carlos reached out and plucked a blooming rose from the branch, bent down and pinned it to little Aldo's neckline, his cheeks suddenly showed rare tension and shyness, only at this time, he looked like a first love young people.
"This spell was created for you, and I'm going to call it 'Return of Life'," little Carlos said softly while bending down in a sea of flowers, then he tentatively got closer to the other party, and without being rejected, Slowly closing his eyes, he kissed little Aldo softly, "Happy birthday... And, Mr. Leo Aldo, are you willing to accept my pursuit?"
The boy's narrow and delicate waist seemed to be in front of his eyes. Aldo, who was sitting in the corner, couldn't help but wanted to raise his arms to hug him, but his arms passed straight through—these are not real, but just a memory that he refuses to give up. .
The mist suddenly dissipated, and the boy's figure and the flowers that bloomed in winter all faded and disappeared.
Aldo's empty hands stayed in the cold air for a while, and finally fell down in vain. He looked at the beautiful rose that seemed to be shining not far away, his eyes were slightly red, like a desperate trapped animal, But it has been dry for a thousand years, and there are no more tears to shed.
"I haven't had time to..."
I haven't had time to say to you personally: I love you, please forgive me.
However, in the end, Aldo stood up, carefully picked up the flowers on the ground, and gently wiped off the dust on them. This seemed to be his only sustenance, even though he knew that there was no hope—just to spend every day in the coffin When I wake up, I see it, and I have the hallucination of such a movie moment.
"Carl..."