Carlos staggered against the pillar, his eyes almost closed, and as soon as he approached, he could smell the smell of alcohol, and his hair was a little messy.
"Hey, come here." Aldo pulled his arm, and Carlos was like a lame doll, his barely maintained balance was immediately destroyed, and he fell headlong.
"Okay, Mr. Pretty, how much did you drink?" Aldo looked helplessly at Carlos hanging on his arm, gently stroked his hair, and asked in a low voice.
Carlos probably felt dizzy that someone was pulling him, put a hand on Aldo's shoulder, and whispered while holding his forehead: "It's better, don't...don't force me anymore."
It sounded quite organized—Aldo thought he was still sane, so he put him on the chair and let him sit down by himself: "I just figured out a little clue here, it shouldn't be created out of thin air, there must be Some kind of clue record, but we have not noticed it, you sit down for a while, sober up, and then go back together."
No one answered.
"Carl?"
Aldo turned his head to glance at him, only to find that the drunk was staring at the two amethyst buttons on his chest with a serious face—before the costume could be changed, his "Satan" robe was so gorgeous that one All the hunters envy and hate.
Carlos started scratching his head and flipping around.
"Looking for what?" Aldo asked.
"Purple..." Carlos mumbled, poking his fingers on the two buttons that flashed under the lights, "Purple, two... and one more can be eliminated... "
Aldo: "..."
What with what? What do Lily and Mike pester him every day
He shook his head, reached for a bottle of juice drink on the table, wanted to pour it to sober him up, and asked casually, "Do you still know who I am?"
"Um… "
It seems that focusing on the focal length is a big project for Carlos. He frowned and stared at Aldo for a long time, as if he wanted to stabilize the shaking person in his sight. speech.
Forget it, looking at this virtue, it would be nice to remember who he is, and Aldo wasn't going to expect him to answer.
However, at this moment, Carlos frowned and smiled slightly: "Leo..."
The paper cup in Aldo's hand fell to the ground with a "snap", and the dark red blueberry juice flowed all over the floor.
He raised his head abruptly, and at that moment, his expression was almost terrified.
Only Carlos, who was so drunk that he could not tell the difference between the north and the south, was still sitting there contentedly, with his hands propped by his side, his hat crookedly covering one eye, and only one eye was exposed. It was shocking in the ambiguity green.
Aldo knelt down slowly, fingers trembling on Carlos' knee.
"Call me again." He said, he had waited for this person to call his name intimately, for an unknown number of years, living... and dead years, so long that he almost thought it was a hallucination, or just in this ten thousand In the festival of home lights, the illusion of being confused by distant human voices.
"Call me again, please."
Carlos leaned back in the chair like mud, his eyes were almost closed, and he whispered, "Leo, I'm sleepy..."
Aldo's eyes turned red, he thought he would cry, but he didn't.
It is said that a person's life is a process from soft to hard, and then from hard to soft. Aldo felt that his heart became a stone during such long and difficult years, and then the wind and rain sculpted it It became a mottled monument full of unspeakable words.
"Just after you left, in the first year I took over the scepter from Teacher Mokaros, I encountered the 'Black Swamp Eruption' in Southern Lars State," Aldo said softly, "We I lost more than 20 of the best hunters, the older generation of the temple, and the elites who could give me guidance and advice were almost lost. The head was blue, and even the interns who had not graduated were pulled to the top. You know, many people said at the time that the temple was about to end."
Carlos has completely passed out, only his eyelashes are trembling slightly, and he doesn't know which time and space he is dreaming.
"That was probably the only era in history when the administrators of the temple had to go out on missions in person," the light hit the blond man's face, but his face, which was so frightened and crying by Amy, looked extremely soft, " At the most terrible time, I took two young hunters and three interns in the wild for seven days, while being hunted down by Difu, while chasing Difu, everyone took turns to rest, only I dared not close my eyes...they I brought them out, in the most difficult moments, still believe in me, do the most difficult work with me, I have to bring them back alive."
Aldo sat down on the ground, leaned his head gently on Carlos' knees, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes: "Three years, the days of fear, I have lived for three years, the temple It was only getting better slowly, but Parola came back, I thought the worst days were over, but I didn't expect the worst days had just begun."
There is an entire chapter in the textbook describing the era of Archbishop Altar, which is still called "the darkest age" to this day, but he has become synonymous with many complicated historical events that need to be recited, become It is the most unpopular part of the exam, and no one can understand how difficult it was at that time.
The praise is too empty, and it can't make up for the fact that this man didn't enjoy a stable day in his life.
Carlos seemed to be getting cold, and slowly curled up, and the hat fell down, pressing down on the bridge of his nose.
"I shouldn't complain—let's go back." After an unknown amount of time, Aldo suddenly laughed at himself, stood up, took off his robe, wrapped it around Carlos, and led him away from the apse with half arms and half arms. A cold library.
Carlos frowned, as if it was too painful for him to be forced to move around, he struggled a little, but was quickly conquered by the warm body temperature left in his robe, and was reluctantly dragged out by Aldo The temple, twenty minutes later, a car drove out of the temple.
The driver was Gal: "Don't worry, I didn't drink. I spent the whole night with a glass of plain water with lemon slices to deal with others. It's not considered a drunk driving-tonight is really choking, except for the sudden burst of difu, And you have to deal with a bunch of reporters who are just too enthusiastic."
He thought he obeyed the traffic rules, but the two guys in the back seat had no idea which language the traffic rules were written in.
"I'm causing trouble for you." Aldo said without sincerity. In fact, in his opinion, this is probably not a problem at all-these so-called "golden medals", if you catch a black fish, you will swarm them, just like Just like gangsters fighting in groups, if you can't even do this little thing well, you don't have to do anything else in the future.
"Oh no, not at all." Of course Gal could hear that he was just being polite, so he laughed dryly and glanced at the drunken Carlos through the rearview mirror. The group of young people here became acquainted, and they had a whole night of trouble, and they were very popular among tourists, and many people bought him wine, otherwise they would not have drunk so much."
Aldo smiled and looked down at Carlos lying on his lap.
Carlos buried his entire face in his arms and breathed steadily. Even though he could only curl up aggrievedly in the relatively small back seat of the car, he still looked very contented, as if he got up and stretched himself. It's the same as being able to continue to be alive and kicking around.
"By the way," Gal remembered, and asked, "What happened to that black fish?"
"Its heart is at least three times larger than that of ordinary black fish, and even the color is different because of the mutation." Aldo said that black fish is also a kind of difu that likes internal organs. According to Aldo's theory, it is the same as the abyss jackal. The heart should be the organ that condenses the most dark energy, "but after taking the key out of its body, it shrank—it didn't return to its original shape, like a persimmon that was sucked dry. I can't see how it is. , I can only hand over his body to those... well, is it a test or something?"
"Laboratory." Gal nodded, "What about the key?"
"I can confirm that it does contain unknown energy, but I haven't been able to detect what it is, nor have I found any relevant records, but I can confirm that there is no dark matter in it."
Gal was silent for a while, then he looked in the rearview mirror at Aldo, who was carefully pulling up Carlos' collar to keep him from catching a cold.
"Your Excellency," he said suddenly, "today... are you dissatisfied with our performance?"
Aldo smiled slightly again and made no comment, but Gal easily understood his meaning through his expression - the "deceased" archbishop clearly said "this is nonsense, it is obvious" or something. So the gold medal hunter immediately sat upright, not daring to say much, and reflected on himself along the way.
When they got home, it was almost dawn, and Gal hesitated at the door of Carlos for a while, watching Aldo take off Carlos' coat and boots without any help: "Do you really need my help?"
"It's late, you go to rest." Aldo didn't look back, expressing firmly with his back that he wanted Gal to go away quickly.
But Gal was really ignorant on this point, hesitantly stuck there and didn't want to leave, always thinking that leaving Carlos here alone would cause trouble.
"Is there anything else?" Aldo looked back at him with a half-smile, and then pretended to raise his eyebrows as if he had suddenly realized, "Are you worried... what will I do to him?"
Gal coughed in embarrassment.
"What do you think of him, a little girl who can't unscrew a bottle with both hands?" Aldo sneered, pointing to the epee that Carlos held tightly in his arms. He was so drunk that others Taking off his clothes, picking off his shoes, and transporting him back from the temple, none of them could wake him up for a second, only the sword was like his life/root, and he would never let go... Of course, it is not Unique, enjoyed the same treatment, there is also half a pack of Skittles who don't know who gave it.
Gal finally left with extreme uneasiness after probing his head a few times.
Aldo closed the door, found a towel, wiped the face and hands of the drunk, and finally cleaned him up. Another half an hour passed, he was relieved, went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, and then stood Beside the bed, he pulled the candy out of Carlos' hand.
Hold it tight, don't give it.
He pulled the sharp sword out again... still didn't give it.
The Fraret family's epee is made of unknown material, even though it has been held in someone's arms for a long time, it still has a coolness unique to metal.
"Okay, let go." Aldo bent down to break his fingers, intending to lift the big guy out, but Carlos turned over impatiently and hugged his arms tightly, Aldo was dragged to the bed by him, and he had to stretch out his hands to support the bed so as not to press him.
He lowered his eyes, and the side face of the man was close at hand, probably because he covered it too tightly with his clothes, and there was a slight blushing on his cheeks that were always less bloody, and Aldo's throat suddenly tightened.
After a while, he took a deep breath, sat down sideways, and caressed Carlos's side face lightly with the other hand by accident, his eyes flickered under the dim desk light, as if he was thinking about something.
"Do you want to get rid of me?" He suddenly said softly, his expression was a little cold, but his eyes were very hot, "That's not possible."