"Today is Christmas," Gal locked the car at the entrance of Vincent Hospital in Sanctuary, and sighed as he looked at Carlos, "It's good for the two of you, you are going to Luther State early in the morning, and the other suddenly wakes up when you wake up." Going to the hospital, there is no one who obediently left behind to open presents—why are you going to the Holy Land Vincent Hospital?"
The work of "unwrapping presents" is obviously one of Carlos' favorites. Unfortunately, he is so confused that he can only do business now, and completely forgot about it.
"Oh..." Carlos hesitated for a moment, regained his sanity, and said slowly, "I met a boy last night and gave me half a bag of sugar. I promised him to visit his grandpa at the Holy Land Vincent Hospital today."
Is your appearance fee only half a pack of sugar? This is really cheap... Gal was silent for a while: "Is there anything special about his grandfather?"
"I'm not sure," Carlos thought for a while, "but Kevin—that boy yesterday, he mentioned that his grandpa used to keep a special 'key', and when he got sick, that key disappeared, The boy's uncle was a hunter and appears to have passed away."
"Kevin?" Gal was taken aback, "What's his last name?"
"Watson, do you know him?"
Gal thought for a while and frowned: "I do know a person, his name is Roger Watson, he had just graduated when I entered the temple, and I met him at the ceremony, but he was not on a mission It seems that it was because of illness or something... I don't know, I just heard that this person is very strange. Mr Good also seems to have advised him to see a psychiatrist."
"What doctor?"
"The kind of doctor who treats the mentally ill."
"How to do it?" Carlos never expected that after so many years of inheritance, this ancient industry of bluffing and deceiving can still be preserved, "Smashing people's heads, and exorcising them in the name of exorcism?"
Gal: "..."
"Okay," Gal, who was hesitating deeply before the generation gap, gave up, "Let's not mention this, let's talk about the 'key', what do you think?"
"I wish I knew," Carlos shrugged happily. "When I was an apprentice, I was not the kind of person who liked to read textbooks and do what was written on them. You'd better ask Aldo."
"Okay, don't be sour," Gal laughed, and made a joke casually, "You are the omnipotent hero in our hearts, when we were young, we always wanted to post a picture of you on the bedside to sleep peacefully.”
"Can you scare away nightmares with that 'square-faced man'?" Carlos frowned, as if he didn't like this topic, and after a while, he said in a nonchalant tone, "And I'm not a hero."
"Your role in that famous war was invaluable."
"That's because everyone else is dead." Carlos said blankly, "And it's not me who is important, it's the boss, who lives in your house. I suggest you go back and confess him." Get up, take some more photos of him, and sell them as temple souvenirs."
"But you killed Parola."
"Come on, is Parola so easy to kill?" Carlos turned his head and glanced at him, "How old are you still listening to fairy tales? It's a trap that has been designed for a long time, and in the end there must be a whole Someone with arms and legs went to pull up the holster, and that happened to be me."
"I'm not Evan, Carl, I passed the history," Gal argued, "It was a forbidden technique that killed Parola."
"Oh, that's really strange, isn't it?" Carlos said without blinking, "To be honest, in our place, you don't know two forbidden techniques, you are like an apprentice who doesn't know how to climb over walls, and you are embarrassed to mix it up." go down."
A golden medal hunter who can't even know the forbidden art feels like he has been shot in the knee by an arrow.
"Anyway," Gal said, looking at Carlos who had made up his mind and was focused on arguing with others, "it is always an indisputable fact that you returned to the temple at that time and stood at the forefront of the war."
Carlos glanced at him strangely: "Dude, this is what I do."
Galton had nothing to say about his natural attitude towards him.
"Okay," Carlos waved his hand, "I know you are trying to comfort me about that thing in the morning, but I am not the one who suffers, you can lend your shoulder to that one and let him complain bitterly I'm always throwing things away."
Gall felt that when he carefully thought about the meaning of this sentence, his young heart was frightened.
Then the two of them walked into the hospital, and lowered their voices at the same time. There were doctors and nurses in a hurry, and a smell of medicine wafted out of their nostrils—the hospital is a not-so-pleasant environment, and everyone who came here Everyone is worried and frowning.
There was no such centralized medical care in Carlos’s era. He stood there at first, a little dazed, and then almost blocked the way of an emergency room. He whizzed away.
Can you survive like this? Temple bless the poor guy.
"The inpatient department is here." Gal pulled Carlos back, "Also, are you sure it's visiting time?"
Carlos blinked and blinked, his dazed and ignorant expression clearly showed that he was a level nine disability.
"Oh, my God." Gal sighed sincerely.
Just as the two of them reached the entrance of the inpatient department, a young boy's crisp voice stopped them: "John!"
"Hey!" Carlos finally showed the first smile of this particularly unlucky day.
It was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy with freckles on his face. He happily stood up from the steps and waved his hands vigorously to Carlos: "I have been waiting for you for a long time!"
He took Carlos's hand familiarly and led him to the inpatient department—as if they hadn't just met for one night, but were old friends for a long time.
Gal put his hands in his pockets and followed behind the two of them, feeling a little strange.
If it wasn't for Carlos, who would care about a commitment to a young boy who just crossed paths? Sometimes he felt that Carlos was like a child, and sometimes he felt that, based on his own experience, he really couldn't understand him.
He is like a miraculous fire poured into the water, never extinguished, and at the same time drifting with the tide, there seems to be a different world in his heart, always value what others ignore He is as light as he is, no matter where and when he is, he will never be bored and will always have fun for himself.
He is not heartless, but he never indulges in bad things.
"What's wrong with him?" Carlos looked at the old man on the hospital bed. He was wearing a strange mask on his nose, and he sprayed on it with breaths, and all kinds of tubes were inserted into his body.
"I don't know." Kevin said, placing a Transformer next to the old man's pillow, "Grandpa has been sleeping."
"Where are your parents?" Gal asked.
Kevin shook his head: "My dad works in the company, and my mom is on a business trip."
Gal glanced at Carlos. Carlos was not aware of the secrecy of the job of "hunter" in this era. He knelt down and asked Kevin, "Do your parents... know about hunters?"
Kevin shook his head: "Uncle Roger told me, he told me the story of hunting demons."
"Is that why you went to the temple yesterday? Did you go by yourself?"
Kevin nodded: "I checked the route on the Internet, and Uncle Roger said that if there are any problems that cannot be solved, go to the Temple to find the 'Templar Knight'."
"Then what problem did you encounter?" Garrard caught a glimpse of Carlos's face suddenly becoming serious, and carefully checked his face beside Old Man Watson, and even bent down to sniff in his ear.
"I had a dream." Kevin lowered his head, curling Mr. Watson's bed sheet with his fingers. He seemed to be a shy child, and he only became a little lively when facing Carlos. "For a month, I dreamed of a key every day, and I was sleepy during the day, and Miss Steele told my dad."
The sound of "buzzing" suddenly started to sound from Carlos, and Gal was taken aback: "Did you bring the sword?"
Carlos untied the epee hidden there from under his coat, and it looked very restless.
"Wow, that's cool." Kevin's eyes widened.
"What's wrong?" Gal asked.
Carlos put his finger to his lips: "Shh—"
He carefully opened the ears of the unconscious old man, and gently read a strange mantra into it. It is different from any human language, even the way of pronunciation is different. When Carlos read it, his lips moved It's very light, like raving, and it seems to be the singing of an extinct ancient nation.
His epee made even more restlessness, and the bloodthirsty killer and the gentle male voice formed a strange echo. Gal couldn't understand a single syllable, but he could feel the call and the sound coming from that voice. appease.
The old man's fingers miraculously moved, and Kevin couldn't help but took a step forward, and Gal grabbed him and fixed him in place.
Then there was a scream, and the old man's head screamed like a train whistle, white mist sprayed from his ears to both sides, and Carlos took a step back to get out of the way. Then, a bright light burst out of Old Man Watson's ears, flying out like a shooting star with a long tail, and Carlos grabbed it in his hand with lightning speed.
His troubled palm, which was still bandaged, immediately smelled of burning, and a black hole was burned out of the bandage, but as soon as the thing touched the skin of his palm, it seemed to suddenly quiet down, Carlos Opening his hand, he held a small, crystal-like leaf in his palm.
"The descendants of the hidden Krystal family." Carlos looked at Kevin with complicated eyes. The pronunciation of the incantation just now seemed to have put a great burden on his throat, making his voice sound a little hoarse. "I was lucky enough to meet someone from your family only once when I was very young, and I got a lot of help from him."
Kevin looked at him ignorantly: "Do you think my grandpa will get better?"
"Kevin, listen to me," Carlos knelt down and patted his head, "Old Mr. Watson, he's not here anymore."
Gal looked up at Mr. Watson's steady heartbeat on the instrument.
"What does that mean? Where did he go?"
"A place far, far away," said Carlos, "very nice, and he'll be happy there—do you want him to be happy?"
Kevin looked at him hesitantly, and asked in a low voice, "Are you saying he's going to die?"
"Yes." Carlos said calmly.
Kevin's eye circles slowly turned red.
"Death is not a sad thing, man," Carlos said softly. "We came from that country, and after a long journey, we are destined to go back. You, and I, will follow in his footsteps." , and also go back to the place where it all started. All the sorrows and pains of the world will become illusory things. At that time, you will understand that all the differences are only temporary. You are a descendant of Krystal, be strong a little."
"What's Krystal?" Kevin asked.
"I'm sorry, I don't know." Carlos said, "I only know that you come from the will of God at the beginning of the world, and each generation is passed on in a special way, guarding something... we don't know. Of course, We are friends, if you need, you can always write to me... "
"Uh-huh, call." Gal reminded with a dry cough.
"Oh no," Carlos coughed dryly, and said pretendingly, "You should use the ancient way to tell the ancient inheritance. People's notes will contain some kind of magical power, and it will also exercise your spelling, okay?"
He borrowed Gal's pen and wrote a string of addresses on the back of Kevin's hand: "I promise to reply, anytime."
At this time, Aldo had already arrived in Luther State, and got into a taxi directly: "I heard that there used to be a Tangosi Castle in Luther State, right?"
"Oh, it's there now," the driver glanced at his passenger, "Are you a tourist? It's one of the local characteristic historical sites. I can always send you to the place where tickets are sold, and they will give you You get 10% off."
"Thank you." Aldo nodded.
The driver started the car, glanced at his hand inadvertently, and said casually, "Your hand is injured? Wounds in winter don't heal easily."
There was a slender slit on his thumb, which could just be hidden in the palm of his hand when he clenched his fist. Aldo lowered his head and showed a meaningful smile.
"That," he said, "is just a very sweet little conspiracy."