The Final Protectors

Chapter 19: Underground Two

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Seeing the two of them staring blankly at each other, and the other's smile froze suddenly, Mr. Gude suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right, and he coughed in some doubts to smooth things over: "Hey? Gall, why didn't you tell Smith gentlemen… "

At this time, Aldo's lips trembled slightly, and he called out in a voice that was almost breathless: "Carl... Carlos."

Mr. Goode: "..."

Aldo suddenly found that it was difficult for him to distinguish between reality and illusion. He just managed to gather a sliver of reason and tried his best to convince himself that it was not real.

But this sigh, which seemed to be raving, fell on the ears of others like a thunderclap.

Gall was stunned, Louis was stunned, and even Mr. Good was stunned. The three of them lined up with their mouths wide open and their eyes wide open, forming a brand new combination of "Zombie Trio" in an instant.

Only Mike, the ignorant person fearlessly tugged at the corner of Carlos who was standing still, raised his head and asked innocently, "John, why did that man call you Carlos?"

Carlos looked down at him expressionlessly, his eyes were so empty that they were almost cold, which startled Mike, subconsciously let go of his hand and took a step back.

Carlos could almost hear the sound of his heart and blood vessels beating, it was like a machine that was about to break down, making a "chug" sound in his body, which disturbed him almost without any energy left for thinking. Belatedly, I felt my heart go cold, all the blood rushed to my limbs, and my fingers were almost numb.

"He recognized the wrong person." Carlos said subconsciously without thinking about it. When the words fell, he realized that he had said something stupid, but his mind was in a mess, and his expression seemed indifferent. How strong are the "threesome" and "sleepwalking man in white", so he made a more stupid move in a panic - Carlos pulled Mike up, turned around and walked out of the hall.

He couldn't believe that his first instinct/instinctive behavior was actually to run away, but his two legs seemed to have completely escaped the control of his brain, and in his hysterical self-rejection, they were straight towards the outside of the temple. go.

The back of Carlos turning away obviously hurt Aldo's nerves jumping up and down in numbness and sobriety. Aldo pushed away Mr. Good who was blocking the way in front of him, and said sharply, "Stop!"

Archbishop Al has always spoken in a very soft voice. It turned out that he did not intend to play tricks on purpose. It was only recognized by such a shout. He probably had some throat problem, had been injured or had a disease, and was amplified by such a little excitement. The volume brought out a piercing hoarseness.

In the process of sneaking out in self-defeating, Carlos was already vehemently spurning himself in his heart. Archbishop Alfred's not-so-polite order just ignited the fire in his heart, and quickly turned the internal conflict into a external conflicts.

So he stopped, turned his back to Aldo, put Lily down, pushed the two children behind, and showed a gentle smile that made people's teeth chill, and said, "Go to Gal."

Then Carlos puts his hands/in the pockets of his coat—for such pockets sewn on such clothes, he has learned some of their uses without a teacher—such as being cool and looking for a punch.

Carlos raised one eyebrow lightly, turned sideways, and scanned Aldo ten meters away with the corner of his eyes. This action might seem a bit frivolous if it were done by other people, but for some reason, it seemed lawless when it was placed on him free and easy temperament.

The corners of his slightly thin mouth were deliberately raised, revealing a painful and itchy smile: "Your Excellency the Archbishop, what orders do I have for calling criminals?"

Aldo choked suddenly, and for the first time in front of others, his handsome face showed a complex expression like a living person.

Reincarnation and time took away everything, but they couldn't take away the love and hatred that had settled down to the bone.

This morning, Aldo was almost crushed by the ensuing accidents. The memory engraved on his soul and the illusory reality were mixed together. Finally, only this one remained in his eyes. people. All the temples and barriers were packed into a package and thrown into the North Pole. His eyes were scattered, and he repeated almost mechanically: "No, you can't go, I will never allow you to go..."

As if to prove that he meant what he said, the ground shook slightly following his words, and all the energies in the entire underground palace and even the entire temple were agitated because of Aldo. This unique magic circle master didn't even need to Any liquid medium in the usual sense, even air, can be his tool.

Mr. Gude and the others retreated decisively, for fear that this little space would not be enough for the two of them to make full use of, and it would be too tragic if the city gate caught fire and the fish in the pond were affected.

Gal murmured, "Unbelievable..."

Louis: "I suddenly discovered that I have never learned magic circles before!"

Mr. Goode: "Wake up both of you, the temple is about to collapse, now is not the time to be an apprentice!"

The flowing cyclone twisted into a magic circle that modern people could no longer understand, and suddenly turned into a big net, covering the green-eyed man overwhelmingly.

Carlos turned around suddenly, and the hem of the long windbreaker cut across the air sharply. The man sneered: "If I want to leave, it's up to you, can you stop me?"

An epee suddenly shattered the window of the corridor, dragged the shattered glass all over the floor, and flew straight into Carlos' hands. It is old and simple, and even the scabbard is rusty, as if it will fall off if you touch it. Carlos effortlessly pulled the sword out of the scabbard that had been glued together eight hundred years ago.

There was no light on that sword edge, but it was as sharp as if the breathed air would be swung off. It condensed the killing intent that made people retreat. Carlos held the epee with both hands like a cloud and flowing water, and precisely split the messy air in the air. circle.

From one end to the other, it is unbiased and crisp.

Gal Fu forehead: "He finally realized his long-cherished wish to break the glass."

"That's not the point..." Louie said dully.

"The point is," Mr. Goode pointed to the sword in Carlos' hand, "isn't that the symbol of the sword-wielding priest? Shouldn't it be in your office at this time, Louis?"

"Don't look at me," Louie shrugged. "Well, I didn't lock the locker when I came out—the problem is that it's rusted to such a degree that I thought it would be hard enough to sharpen a pencil!"

"No, no, no," Gal shook his head in confusion, desperately trying to straighten out his train of thought, "I don't think that's the point, the point is..."

What's up

Mr. Mike Sharpie Shotton's immature voice interjected/entered: "Why did they fight?"

The three adults who were completely out of shape looked at each other. Mr. Goode's brain, which had been on strike for a long time, finally remembered his responsibilities lonely. He took a deep breath and shouted: "No, stop, you two! Please stop!"

With a "boom", Carlos, whose arm was entangled by an unknown magic circle and temporarily paralyzed, opened a long crack in the ground. Stones flew around, and the surging energy resonated with the countless magic circles in the underground palace. Get up, echoing an unbearable roar.

No! This coming Christmas is the tourist season and a construction crew will ruin it all!

"Lily." In distress, Gal pulled his little niece, "Cry, cry loudly."

Suddenly a strange uncle appeared, and John, who vowed to take them to the eerie museum, ignored them and went to fight by himself!

man! What an unreasonable creature this is!

So Lily cooperated very well and decided to make a big move to exercise her female privileges-she howled out "Wow", shockingly appeared on the stage, abruptly interrupting Aldo and Carlos' demolition of the house.

Carlos, who was still fighting, glanced at Aldo coldly - in everyone's impression, this person is always sunny, and he has never shown such a gloomy expression. The next moment, he raised his hand fiercely Cut off the magic circle that restrained his movement, dragged the tip of the sword on the ground, passed Aldo straight, and walked towards the crying Lily.

The wind blowing Aldo's slightly curly blond hair as he passed by, he grabbed Carlos' wrist—this was the ten thousandth time he couldn't help reaching out to grab it, but the imaginary ten thousandth time from the air The scene that passed through in the middle did not happen.

He actually held a handful of real body heat. Aldo seemed to wake up suddenly from a hallucination, and turned his head in astonishment and disbelief, looking at the familiar and indifferent face of the person close at hand.

The pupils of the man who was aggressive just now, who looked like he was crazy, shrank violently, and suddenly let go of Carlos as if he had been scalded.

"Carl!" Aldo's pale lips trembled for a moment.

Carlos' eyes fell straight on the ground, waiting for his high-level speech.

A tense silence spread out, and Aldo suddenly found that he was completely dumbfounded like a young apprentice who was stopped by his mentor for the first time and asked questions in public, and he didn't hold back a word for a long time.

It wasn't until Carlos' sword tip slightly scratched the ground and made a heart-tight friction sound that he didn't know what to say, so he said, "I'm sorry!"

Carlos's cheeks were tense, and he even bit out some vague muscle shapes. After a long while, he lowered his eyes and said in a polite but unwavering tone: "No, I was rude. Your Excellency ,please forgive."

He even bowed slightly, then brushed past him without raising his eyes, hugged Lily, carefully wiped away her tears and snot, and put the dirty handkerchief directly into his pocket indifferently: "Okay baby Princess, don't cry, I'll take you to that 'Horror Memorial Hall'."

"It's...it's the 'Ghostly Museum'." The little girl said sobbingly—John is an idiot, he will definitely not be able to get a wife in the future!

A very forced smile flashed across Carlos' face: "Whatever you say is what you say—come here, Mike."

Mike didn't move. This dead boy who had shown unparalleled sharpness from the beginning held his small backpack, raised his head and asked loudly, "Are you Carlos, John?"

This obvious wrong sentence hit the nail on the head and asked everyone's aspirations, and Aldo's eyes seemed to stare Carlos out of a hole.

Carlos was silent for a moment, then shrugged: "Yes baby, I've been called that name before."

The air seemed to be frozen, making it difficult to breathe.

Carlos suddenly discovered his own timidity, and that kind of fear made him unable to lift his head. The child's childish words seemed to force him to take off the last fig leaf and expose it to everyone. , even the gentlest morning wind can scratch his body.

A thousand years ago, Carlos Frarete was a man who disgraced his proud surname, but a thousand years later, the hero known to people is not him either.

No one knows better than himself what he has done and what kind of person he is. Those "honors" imposed on him are simply a greater insult.

He even refused to think about why Aldo, an old man who should have been "dead" for a thousand years, stood before him alive again, refusing to look at Gal's expression.

"Oh..." Mike thought for a while, then pulled out the ridiculous poster from his backpack, tiptoed and stuffed it into his hand, "Well then, this is for you, I promised of."

The man's hand was as cold as a dead man's, and he quickly retracted Mike's meaty paws.

Carlos closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to take it, and finally a streak of blood appeared on his lips, showing an unnatural smile, and said softly: "Thank you, but I think I look much more handsome than him, what do you think? "

Mike shrugged and said disapprovingly: "But I think he's more powerful than you—take us to the spooky museum!"

Only children can be so direct, they will never have so many complex and entangled feelings that even they don't understand, they don't care who is Carlos and John, the big hero or the dwarf, they just ask for what they want , always know what to do.

The goal is always single and clear.

"It has been an honor to serve you."