Carlos stood far away—the man's leather goods seemed to make him feel very uncomfortable.
For example, that thing is like an invincible fart, and everyone with a normal sense of smell—such as these experienced hunters except Evan—can smell it, and it disgusts them, but bear with it Tolerance does not cause any serious discomfort.
However, for Carlos, due to his special talent, his "sense of smell" in this special "smell" is equivalent to several times that of others, which is simply an innate tragedy.
But at the same time, he was very curious. He probed his head for a long time, as if he wanted to verify the improved version of the famous saying "curiosity kills the cat". Finally, he couldn't help it anymore and chanted a levitation spell to put this precious The lone copy of the book floated into the air, as if watching a small movie, he used his epee to flip through the pages one by one.
"What Krystal inherits is not blood, but memory." Taking advantage of this time, Aldo explained, "They are a race between humans and non-humans. They look no different from humans in appearance, but Have their own language, and in this secret inheritance from generation to generation, know a lot of things that we don't know - such as the 'key'. We can now speculate that a shadow demon ate the old gentleman you said memory, and in this way obtained the secret of the key, such as a function now known - to allow them to evolve."
"And what about the leaves?" Gal asked.
"Memory is a very special thing for Krystal. When the master is dead, those memories that remain in his body will condense into one entity, which is the crystal leaf you see." Carlos explained, "Uh... that summoning method is that I saw a Krystal priest do it a long time ago, but I just remembered the sound bluntly. It was luck to be able to summon it."
Evan said blankly: "If I can also remember a language that does not belong to me after listening to it once, I will definitely become the darling of Instructor Meiguert."
"Come on, unless you were also buried in the soil and dug out after a few years," Gal said, and then continued to ask, "Then the meaning of Krystal's existence is that key?"
"Of course not, as I said, it's inheritance." Aldo said.
"But there should be a deeper meaning, right?" Evan came to a conclusion through associations that revealed his usual ignorance when his mentor was thinking about it, "For example, what treasure to guard, keep a secret, or…”
"It's really inheritance." Carlos scanned the human skin book at a glance, and interjected, "Evan, the meaning of human existence is also inheritance. Krystal is just a race, and he is neither inferior nor superior. But because they Therefore, the basis for determining the death of a Krystal is not the death of his body, but the loss of memory."
"Like Alzheimer's?" Evan asked.
Did this dead boy do it on purpose? Carlos looked back at him, and quickly judged that Evan was the kind of silly boy who would not hurt his self-esteem no matter how hard he hit, so he said bluntly: " There are also brains eaten by Difu, it is said that a bite of blood is very tender and juicy."
Evan: "…"
He had been somewhat numb from the blow, and his conditioned associations with speech had all but disappeared. Probably in order to deepen his memory, Carlos picked up a small tomato in the fruit basket on the coffee table and threw it into his mouth, "Hehe" smiled: "It's like this."
A stream of blood-red liquid trickled down the corner of his mouth.
Evan finally rushed to the bathroom like a pregnant woman.
"Is that tomato bad?" Mrs. Shoden stared dumbfounded at Carlos, calmly took out a napkin and wiped his mouth, "Don't spoil your stomach."
"No, ma'am," Carlos said, "I put the thing that the therapist injected into it with prune juice."
Mrs. Shorten immediately threw the fruit back into the fruit basket.
"Oh," she said in surprise, "I thought you were an adult."
"Okay, don't scare him," Aldo and the others said unhurriedly after vomiting their stomachs out, "The only food for shadow demons is memory, they don't eat brains."
"Oh yes, this sounds a bit like a vegetarian." Carlos smiled gloatingly, and Evan, who was crawling back with a disheveled face, winked his eyes, and then turned his attention back to the book made of special materials. on the book.
Aldo's eyes paused on his back for a while, and after one night, he had completely calmed down—indeed, he thought that he was too confident before, and he was too confident about the specific situation and environment. Both are lacking. Aldo admits that he does have some potential enemies. For Carlos, both men and women are possible, which will cause great changes in his plans and actions.
But it doesn't mean he will lose.
In this world, no one can make Leo Aldo admit defeat.
Gal is considered a careful person, but after all, he is a bachelor who has been on missions all year round. He didn't pay much attention to these flirting details, but for some reason this night, he almost caught the flash in Aldo's eyes as if he was overreacting. After being firm, I suddenly felt that my head was as big as a fight.
What happened between the two of them? It must not be a story like setting up a study group for top students who get together and use circles to study Krystal's memory.
Gal was thinking absent-mindedly, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind—speaking of memory... Is the memory between Karl and His Excellency Aldo irreplaceable by anyone
This made his stomach heavy as if he had swallowed a block of ice. Gal found that the gap between him and them was not just as simple as a thousand years, it was like an ignorant child looking up at a giant. This allowed Gal to clearly see the unwillingness and... unquestionable jealousy in his heart.
That night Gal kept wandering, Carlos called him twice but didn't hear him, until he was hit by a "mutant" tomato on the shoulder, and he came back to his senses.
"Uh... um? What did you say?" Gal suddenly raised his head, his eyes met Carlos's, and almost immediately, he subconsciously looked away.
"What's wrong with you?" Carlos asked strangely.
"No, it's nothing," Gal said quickly, "I'm probably a little tired today."
Carlos was stunned, and stared at him in surprise for a while—Gal discovered that Carlos, who he always thought was safe in terms of character and other aspects, actually had a pair of particularly sharp eyes , I don't know if it's a guilty conscience, he almost has the illusion that he is about to be seen through.
Fortunately, Carlos didn't intend to delve into it, so he diverted his attention for a while and asked everyone to go to rest.
Although Carlos said it easily, he didn't sleep well that night. He always felt that there was another person's smell on the bed. He lay on his back on the bed by the soft light of the mushroom lamp beside the bed, and lifted himself from the quilt. Li pulled out one of his arms, and after rolling up the sleeves, there was a scar that had faded a lot on the forearm a little closer to the elbow.
He remembered that it was a tooth mark.
I don't know if it was because he looked at the tooth marks for too long, but he had a dream as soon as he closed his eyes.
It still happened when I was a child. At that time, the garden of the temple was not as luxurious as it is now, and the level of the gardener was very limited. My brother Chuck was talking to an old man, and the other party gently touched him with his warm but skinny palm. touched his head.
But his eyes fell on a child in the distance.
Carlos still remembers how he looked when he saw Aldo for the first time—he was so thin, almost like a three or four-year-old child, with a thin and lonely wrist exposed from the wide apprentice robe, and his skin was like Like milk, it seemed to glisten in the sun.
like... like what? The young pervert with a poor vocabulary couldn't figure it out, but couldn't help but move over, only to find that the child was crying.
In the dream, Carlos seemed to be controlled by something, and he couldn't help standing in front of him stupidly.
Hey idiot, say something! He despised himself like this in his heart, but he also became nervous.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" He couldn't help a moment of frustration when he heard his own childish voice say in a tone—what's with that arrogant tone like someone's trespassing on your turf
The blond "Little Beauty" looked up, as if taken aback.
Then, Carlos heard something he didn't want to hear: "Why are you crying? Are you a boy? My brother said that only little girls can hide their tears in a place where no one is around."
Listen, is this here to find fault and fight? It was hopeless—at that moment, Carlos almost wanted to seize control of his body. He couldn't even believe it. Was he actually so annoying when he was a child
Sure enough, the blond-haired child was at a loss for a while, and then finally realized that he had been insulted, and the red eye circles were even higher, and even his little face was flushed with anger. Without saying a word, he shook his hand and left.
"Hey!" Little Carlos hurried to catch up, grabbed the opponent's arm that was obviously thinner than his own, and said dissatisfied, "I haven't told you to go yet, I'm talking to you, why do you So rude?"
Carlos wanted to cover his face—he couldn't recall when he learned the spelling order of the word "polite".
There is still a big difference between the strength of a five or six-year-old child. For example, the blond little thing almost made him tumble, staggered, and happened to be caught by a stone when he was retreating, and he sat down on his buttocks. on the ground.
"Oh..." Little Carlos froze for a moment, as if he realized that he was wrong. He was not a bad boy, but as the youngest one in the Flaret Manor, he was spoiled a little too much. He never got into trouble. An adult came to pat him on the back to reassure him that "it's nothing", and there was almost no conditioned reflex to form an apology.
"I didn't mean to." He muttered as if making excuses, "You're too weak."
A few years later, Carlos himself, at this time, carefully examined Aldo when he was a child through the eyes of a child—it is so different from the present, and the growth of human beings is really incredible. How could such a small and soft ball grow? Is it as big as it is now
But... some things remain the same.
For example, the child's eyes - depressive, gloomy, full of guard and hostility towards the surrounding... even fierce.
He once thought that Aldo was very pitiful, probably the initial and most childish feelings were not only attracted by his brilliant hair, but also had a little sympathy.
But later, this man proved to the world that he was really the one who needed the least sympathy.
Carlos watched quietly as the blue-eyed kid pressed Aldo's shoulders stiffly, saying nothing to let him go, and then the silent little guy who hadn't spoken was finally irritated, and he tore off and wrapped himself around him. arm, and took a bite on it.
When we met for the first time, I left him such a gift.
Even if the cub's teeth were not sharp enough, it was enough to leave an unforgettable scar. At that moment, the pain almost came together with the memory, and Carlos suddenly twitched and woke up.
He was stunned for a while, and then let out a long breath. The genius outside the window was dimly lit, and the dawn had just dawned.
Carlos turned over and got up, took a cold shower to refresh himself, and his eyes stayed on the scar on his arm for a while, then he turned his eyes away as if nothing had happened, and decided to see Kevin—he was not sure about Krystal's Does memory have a special attraction to Shadow Demon, and he can't even determine the mysterious cause of Uncle Kevin's death, which makes him a little worried.
Just as Carlos gently pushed open the door of the downstairs living room and walked out, a person behind him suddenly whispered, "Going out?"
Carlos didn't look back, and nodded slightly indifferently—with no third person present, he didn't even bother to do basic perfunctory.
"Be careful and come back early." Aldo instructed softly.
Then he hugged her from behind, begging for a kiss or something, Carlos thought sarcastically, come on, you're not my wife.
Without pausing at all, he walked straight out of the gate.
After watching him leave, Aldo smiled, and took out a small piece of animal horn-like thing from his pocket. It was tied with a strip of cloth—he got it from the lower palace of Tangers Castle, along with the human skin book.
According to legend, the horn of the shadow demon can be made into a special magic weapon to manipulate people's dreams.
If you can't remember, then I will remind you one by one.
Then he stuffed this thing into his pocket, put on his coat and went out. He needed to go to the temple to adjust the energy circle that was repairing the barrier, and continue to check for any clues about the crystal key.
It is also very busy.