Carlos jumped out of the window on the second floor. Before his feet touched the ground, he heard a familiar voice from the side: "Where are you going?"
So he staggered and knelt directly on the ground.
Aldo was leaning against the wall with his arms folded, waiting for him.
Aldo frowned, raised and lowered his hand slightly, stopped himself from checking whether he was injured and helped him up, and smiled stiffly: "I knew you were going to run away, coward."
Carlos got up by himself, patted the floating dirt on his knees, and snorted coldly: "Where should I go and report to you? If I remember correctly, the archbishop has been out of office for a long time."
Aldo stared at him blankly: "I don't know where the disappeared pearl clam is, and I don't know what substance the key found from Difu is made of. What caused the aging of the enchantment? I haven't found out yet, the current battle strength of the temple is shockingly fragile, even a few gold medal hunters may not be able to deal with a third-level difu alone... "
Carlos looked away, feeling like an apprentice in training.
"At this time, you want to leave us...?" Aldo's voice jumped slightly, a fleeting sneer suddenly appeared on his face, and he said word by word, "You are really impressive-Ka Los Flarret!"
"I… "
"Shut up!" Aldo suddenly raised his voice, and his torn voice, which could not bear the heavy airflow, suddenly had a very vicissitudes and heavy meaning, "Don't quibble! Do you still remember the oath?"
"I will devote my life, my life and my soul, to protect all my good fellow-men - men, women, children - from death and blood and terror. We slay the last beast, stop the last Curse, cut off the last thorn, lift the last lamp until the last drop of blood is shed." Aldo stared at him closely, his light gray eyes looked cold and determined in the cold and misty winter night, "Never back down, never change until death!"
"Where's your oath? Was it crushed by the time ban?"
"I fucking just want to go shopping!" Carlos finally snarled out unbearably, with a little blush floating on his cheeks from excitement.
Aldo looked at him for a while, his eyes slowly stopped on the chocolate box he was holding, and then asked calmly, "Oh, did you bring any money?"
go to hell! Carlos turned his head and left, slammed the door shut, and ran upstairs heavily.
Evan, who was heating up the soup, looked at Carlos who came in from the outside, took something and left quickly: "Are you going out?"
Carlos glared at him angrily: "I'm going to buy ketchup!"
Evan: "…"
Aldo walked in from the outside wrapped in the cold wind, and passed by Carlos who rushed out like an angry bird. Seeing Evan's dumbfounded look, he couldn't help laughing: "It's nothing, he's losing his temper, Spoiled and a bit of a jerk as a kid, but kind of cute isn't it?"
Evan, who always suffered from innocent disasters, silently drew circles in the soup pot with his spoon.
This time the pressure was a bit harsh—Aldo picked up the small bottle of seasoning and studied it, so dangerous—that guy almost ran away again, but fortunately he saved a trick: "Are you going to put salt? Here."
With black lines all over his head, Evan said, "Your Excellency, this is sugar."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Aldo blinked, poured a little on his palm, tasted it, and said happily, "Really, your sugar making technology is amazing, and you can grind out such a fine sugar. Granules—let’s put a little too, he likes to eat sweet things.”
Evan took the sugar bowl, looking rather sad: "I guess he's going to come back with a load of ketchup, and he's not going to stop until he makes the soup bloody red — and that's what he tried to do on the plane."
Aldo raised an eyebrow.
"I know he's doing it for my own good... well, if only I didn't get dizzy." Evan sighed softly.
Aldo was stunned, and after a while, he said: "Actually... I'm afraid of seeing blood, that's okay. I also had this problem when I was young."
Evan's eyes widened: "What?"
"At that time, I was still young, just entering school," Aldo shrugged, "but it will get better slowly, there is nothing in the world that is too scary to face."
"It turns out that the person he was talking about was you..."
"What?"
"When I talked to Carlos before, he said that a person he knew before also suffered from blood dizziness. I thought he was just comforting me, but I didn't expect it to be true."
Aldo paused, suddenly a little nervous: "Then... what did he say about me?"
Evan thought for a while, automatically filtered those words that sounded harsh, and finally only thought of a good sentence: "He said that you became an amazing person later."
Aldo stayed for a long time, then suddenly laughed: "Really?"
"This is really..." The man turned his head to look at the appropriate snowflake pattern on the kitchen glass, "It's the most pleasing comment I've ever heard in my life."
The blond man's expression softened, his eyes were slightly bent, and the gentle arc eased the excessive seriousness on his face, and the corners of his raised mouth were almost sweet.
It was rare for Evan to see the archbishop so approachable, and he relaxed a little. He poured out the thick soup in the pot, and asked the question he had been asking all along: "Has your throat ever been hurt?"
"Yeah." Aldo reached out and pressed his throat, "I was stabbed by uncontrolled energy in an experiment. I was lucky and didn't die."
"My God!"
"Yes, a very dangerous experiment, I don't encourage everyone to do such a thing," Aldo showed a somewhat sour smile, "You know, there is a reason why some things are called forbidden techniques."
Evan recalled the conversation between Gal and Aldo the first time he met the archbishop in the temple, and blurted out, "Is it an experiment about the forbidden time technique?"
This time Aldo didn't answer directly, but pointed out the window and said, "Look, is it windy outside? I remember that when the wind started blowing in Sara State, Christmas was coming."
Yes, Christmas is just around the corner, and the whole of Sala is full of jubilant crowds and tour groups with cameras at the end of the year.
And on Christmas Eve, in order to generate income... Well, by the way, to welcome visitors from all over the world, the temple held a large-scale sacrificial ceremony—of course, there was no meaning, it was purely a performance.
Mr. Goode attended in formal attire, and he became the mascot of the venue. There was a long line of people waiting to take a photo with him—Mr.
Although Carlos still didn't get the so-called "therapist's signature", he finally got his wish and participated in the show—he really likes to join in the fun, and it's unreasonable to miss this.
And over what he was going to play, Mike and Lily had a fight.
Lily believes that he should play the role of His Royal Highness who was caught in the monster castle and waited to be rescued by the loyal knights, wearing a noble crown as a useless little boy, and Mike and Carlos scoffed at this at the same time, but this alliance does not It didn't last long, and the two of them quickly fell out-Mike firmly believed that Carlos should play the big devil who mixed in the crowd, with a kind appearance and a twisted heart...for this reason, the outspoken kid was hunted down by Carlos for a day .
"Which eye of yours saw my twisted heart!" Carlos threw him into the sky and caught him again amidst the child's screams, yelling at his itch.
In view of the fact that the childish words of these two children had caused him great harm, in the end, Carlos listened to Gal's boring suggestion—pretending to be himself.
On the night of Christmas Eve, he was asked to stand on a high stage and be exhibited before the "plot" to take photos with the audience in need. A group of girls pointed at him: "Look! Look at that little brother .”
"Ah! He took off his hat to me and smiled at me!"
"What is he playing? A magician or an elf? Oh, by the way, maybe a vampire."
Carlos' smile stiffened a little.
"It may also be a certain villain, you know, the current screenwriters like to do this, find someone who is more handsome than the hero to be the villain, and when he finally dies, he will show some kind of difficulty in going evil in order to earn money. Take everyone's tears. Hmm... falling in love and killing decent people, you know."
The corners of Carlos' eyes began to twitch.
A girl said something in a low voice that he didn't understand, and those energetic girls giggled and laughed at him. Such a group of young and beautiful ladies made Carlos catch the wretchedness in their smiles .
At this time, someone suddenly pointed to the badge hanging on his waist and shouted: "Oh no, he is playing Carlos Frarete!"
Thank goodness someone finally figured it out.
"What? How is that possible? Is the screenwriter of the temple confused this year?" Another girl cried out, "Isn't Carlos that muscular, square-faced uncle in the cemetery? Brother, are you Which old perverted unspoken rule did you reject?"
"The muscular square-faced uncle" Carlos asked Evan, who was pretending to be a tree man next to him, with a face full of pain - obviously this character who just needs to stay in place and stand stupidly is suitable for this guy: "What are they talking about?" What's the meaning?"
Evan's whole head was stuffed into a cottony tree trunk, and his neck couldn't turn at all. He could only squint and tell him: "This is a very subtle word. Maybe they mean that someone wants to sleep with you. Rejected by you, so figured out to get you to play... play... well, play 'that' as revenge."
"..." Carlos, "I'm not 'the', thanks."
With his heavy "canopy" on his back, Evan used a lot of strength to complete the "shoulders shrug" movement - although others can hardly see it: "Okay, girls these days always prefer villains, maybe Is it... the special aesthetics of the era?"
Carlos' stomach throbbed.
At this moment, there was a commotion from the crowd, and the girls were visibly excited.
I saw the big curtain being pulled to both sides, several clusters of special effects of dark flames sprayed out, and a man in a black robe walked out slowly. Half of his face was hidden in a delicate mask, and the exposed corners of his eyes were high Drawn up with dark eyeliner, his gloomy gaze swept across the noisy crowd like substance, and an invisible pressure spread. Just after the crowd quieted down uncomfortably, he smiled suddenly, showing the audience his His waist card—Satan Parola.
There was thunderous applause.
"Did Mr. Goode finally stuff his own stinky sock into his mouth and swallow it alive?!" Louis, who was monitoring the celebration in the distant attic, almost got his nose twisted. "He asked Archbishop Altar to play Satan?!"
"It's exciting, isn't it?" Gal finished applauding, turned around and smiled at his old friend, "This year we have our true colors, and we have an accidental crossover—OK buddy, you can't always be so rigid and act like an old pedant .”
"I think this dress suits him very well." Amy was wearing a long skirt of a women's dress, and she was arranging the flowers on her chest leisurely. "When I went to him with the script, I was a little nervous. Always a bit serious, but I didn’t expect him not only not to be angry with the business model like the temple, but also quite cooperative.”
While he was speaking, the two people on the stage had already started their hands, and the flashlights of the audience in the audience kept flashing, and applauded one after another—it was so realistic and beautiful!
Of course it looks good... because those two people might be fighting for real.
The stage rose high, but the two people in the fight didn't seem to notice it. The originally passionate music suddenly changed its tune, the drums stopped, and the bagpipes suddenly blew out a melancholy long sound like a sigh. When she turned around, she suddenly whispered, "It's time to switch to the next scene."
Carlos was taken aback. This year's screenwriters were Amy therapist and Michelle, the fighting instructor. Before he went on stage, Michelle hurriedly snatched the script away, and informed him that he had changed the script temporarily, before he had time to ask clearly. I was pushed onto the stage, and I am still confused until now, I couldn't help but ask: "The next scene is..."
Another prop in Aldo's wrist—the Black Wind Spray sprayed out a shock of black smoke, hugged Carlos when he was in a daze, and led him to jump off the high platform.
The audience exclaimed, but the falling speed of the two people became slower and slower. Carlos saw a deceleration circle drawn on the ground in advance, thinking that the original scriptwriter thought the original ending was not shocking enough, so he temporarily changed them to die together. The exit method—but it’s strange, why are the lights still following after they all exit
"Carl." At this time, Aldo called him suddenly, Carlos turned his head inexplicably, but saw Aldo took off his mask and threw it towards the audience, with golden hair shining like sunshine Falling down, with weird makeup and a black robe, he is like a combination of an angel and a demon, screaming and whistling everywhere.
Then Aldo hooked Carlos' neck, leaned over and kissed him.