The Pilates Fair is only once a year, and it is a well-known grand ceremony on the mainland. It lasts for more than half a month every year, but the flow of people is very large. Especially this year, it is said that a group of businessmen went to sea to get a lot of rare treasures. Come out, and even attracted many nobles to go.
"The problem lies in the sea caravan. There is something wrong with the things they brought back. They have attracted two demons and about twenty second-level and third-level difu." Lalder said, "I sent the first two days ago A cavaliers team, but now they are stuck in the circle of who knows which difu, can't be contacted, the youngest son of the Duke is also in Pilates, and has been putting pressure on the temple-I discussed it with Mokaros Alright, now you go to save this field, okay?"
Aldo's eyes flashed: "Is the Duke's son dead?"
Lard glanced at him with a half-smile: "Who knows?"
"I need the fastest horse, the right to mobilize the knights of the second team and the third team, and I need the Duke to mobilize some personal soldiers to participate in the search and rescue. The Pilates area is too big, and the temple doesn't have so many people... especially we have to face This kind of riot of hundreds of difus." Aldo emphasized the word "hundreds" and said, "Knights go ahead with light clothes, and ask Carlos to bring the purified water and medicines immediately, and bring the treatment The division and the fourth team followed up with support."
"It's absolutely fine, I think the Duke is willing to help you." Lard said, and then he seemed very emotional, and even said to Aldo earnestly, "Me and Mokaros have high expectations for you, You know, for someone your age, the gold medal is not the end, it's just the beginning."
This sentence touched him. No matter how young and mature Aldo is, he is only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy at this time. He really has too many things to be proud of.
Throughout the entire history of the temple, how many people can pass the internship period from the mentor in just one month, and get the gold medal less than a year after the official mission
The two students brought out by Archbishop Mokaros himself—geniuses that have never been seen in the temple for a hundred years, but only Aldo knows that Carlos is born with the blood of light and unparalleled spell ability That genius, he wasn't.
There is even the other half of the dirty and cold blood in his body. They have been taking him to the place closest to death since birth, giving him the most difficult childhood, and at the same time giving him and other innocent people Teenagers are different from precocious and precocious.
What would he have become if Mr. Mokaros hadn't adopted him on a whim
Maybe he died a long time ago... Or maybe he became a monster who is not a human being, and who is not a human being, wandering in the place where the darkness and the light meet, waiting to be killed or swallowed by someone from one side
The more children climb out from the depths of the swamp, the more they yearn for the high air. This has almost become something engraved in Aldo's bones during more than ten years of temple life. He has no family, no origin, and no There is no retreat, only a hard and fragile shell slowly worn out by illusory self-esteem, which must be indestructible.
"Yes, I understand." Aldo said to the current priest Lard seemingly calmly, "How is Teacher Mokaros' body?"
"It's not optimistic, it's good and bad," Lard paused, looking straight into Aldo's eyes, and said, "To be honest, as the archbishop, Mokaros really shouldn't go to Dangers Castle himself to take risks—he's too young. It’s there. If, I mean, if the archbishop loses his strength this time, who will be the next owner of the scepter, have you thought about it?”
Aldo was taken aback for a moment, and then said tactfully, "I don't agree with the teacher's last action... It's a pity that I'm a hunter. If I practiced as a healer back then, I can help a little now."
Lard glanced at him rather disapprovingly: "Modity is indeed a virtue, but don't you think you are too restrained? To be honest, Leo, I don't think it is a virtue."
Although he was complaining, his tone was very friendly, clearly the appearance of an acquaintance and elder.
Aldo smiled and didn't answer his voice.
Lard observed his words and found that he was still unable to arouse the young man's great interest, and he was a little frustrated—those sixteen or seventeen-year-old stunned youths are not sure if they are easy to deceive, but this is so difficult to deal with... Could it be because of Difu? lineage
He decided to make persistent efforts: "The heirs of Mokaros, there are only you and Carlos in total. Who do you think he will hand over the scepter to? Although Carlos is also very good, I really think that position will be taken over by you." More appropriate, don't you think?"
Aldo immediately paused vigilantly: "This kind of thing is not suitable for joking, Mr. Lard. My qualifications and abilities are too far behind. Even if the teacher is in a daze, he will not hand over the temple to you so hastily." I."
Kerald seemed to have finally got a satisfactory answer, and patted him lightly on the shoulder: "No, believe me, all you lack now is a little qualifications, and Pilates is a very good job." what do you think? Don't let me down, young man."
Aldo flashed his eyes, saluted him in a hurry, and left in a hurry—Lard's words hit his deepest heart, even though he accepted the other's feelings under someone's stalking, Aldo He also has to admit that his feelings for Carlos have always been complicated.
The young master of the Fraret family, a bright talent who attracts attention...Aldo always feels that Carlos and himself are two extremes. He has everything he wants, but he doesn't see any intention to cherish them at all. It means—when the gold medal was awarded, Carlos didn't even bother to show up, and he didn't care who led his medal...just to sneak out and buy a barbecue with unique spices from a traveling entertainer.
The names of the two of them are always mentioned at the same time, and people seem to enjoy talking about the completely different personalities and intimate feelings of the two teenagers, but... Aldo clenched his fists lightly, knowing in his heart that he and Ka Ross has never been on the same level.
Looking at Aldo's back, Lard finally couldn't help showing a smile—the seed has been planted, and it grows with malicious ambition... All the traps have been laid, don't make me wait too long, Precious little hybrid.
Obviously, this is not the first time that Aldo has done this kind of rescue. He mobilized his staff in an orderly and comprehensive manner, and deployed at the fastest speed. However, this time he was inexplicably uneasy, and there was a voice in his heart that kept reminding him, "There is something on the shoulder blade, take it off, take it off quickly! It will kill you!"
This caused Aldo to subconsciously reach out and brush his back when he got on his horse before leaving the temple. Honed by the years towards the broad and straight shape of an adult man, the gold medal pinned to his chest is as dazzling as a strand of blond hair that accidentally hangs down.
He was clean and there was nothing on him, Aldo laughed at himself - what is he suspicious of
Aldo raised the bow and arrow on his shoulders high, the bowstring condensed into a sharp light in the air, and gave instructions to the people behind him: "Let's go!"
At this time, the Pilates Bazaar has become a hell on earth. The joy of the people who came from thousands of miles and brought all kinds of goods attracted the demons from hell. They chased the fresh flesh and threw themselves on those fresh flesh to feast on. Or stuff those ugly sex/organs into people's bodies, and rip out the guts of their prey with loud howls.
People ran and even stepped on each other, for fear that the half-gnawed hands and feet that appeared in front of them the next moment would be their own.
After Aldo got the topographic map, he scanned it as quickly as possible. The first command was to tie all the hunters together with the "sensing rope"—this is a tool used in swamps or dense fog areas where it is easy to get lost. , is woven with a kind of difu hair, very thin, and it will automatically stick to the human body when it is hung, but people with two sections of rope can share the five senses and six senses.
"Are we forbidden to move freely?" A knight from the second team questioned, "Then how to search and rescue the people inside?"
"Search and rescue is not our job." Aldo said coldly, "Mr. Duke's youngest son will naturally be rescued by his personal guards, otherwise we outsiders will not know if they are wrong, don't we? Listen to gentlemen, today we The task is not to save people, but to kill all the difu in the Pilates Bazaar! From northwest to southeast, leave a person waiting outside the market for Mr. Flaret and the fourth team, inform him of our direction, He knows what to do."
Even the elites of the First Cavaliers, scattered in multiple devil-level difu realms, were scattered and trapped—of course, the premise is that they were not tied together with induction ropes and stepped on with sharp weapons when they entered. "Knights" with iron hooves.
In the cavalry regiment formed by the two teams, it is never allowed to separate, and it is never allowed to act alone. It turns a blind eye to the wounded, dying, and people running around in all circles. It is like a huge chariot, from the southeast exit to the northwest exit. , swept across the entire Pilates Bazaar with a hard heart.
Two hours later, Carlos arrived with the second group of personnel. After receiving the signal from him to stay behind, he immediately comprehended, led people to block the northwest exit of Pilates, and set a big fire by taking advantage of the wind direction.
In the world, the last abyss jackal caught between the fire and the knights showed its claws desperately, and the epee with the Flaret family crest was on fire, and intercepted it like it was out of nowhere. Cleanly beheaded it.
On this day, Aldo carried out his order from beginning to end: he killed all the difu in the Pilates market, and only three of the two teams of knights he led were slightly injured.
The blond boy was riding on a horse, took off his heavy helmet in his hand, calmly directed people to clean up the scene, and then lightly put an afterthought, sending people to "assist" the Duke's guards to find the Duke who was trapped in the circle, "By the way" search for comrades who were trapped in the world before... and put out the fire.
The temple did what it was supposed to do, and even sympathized with the duke's anxiety, and allowed him to interfere with the temple's operations. As a result, he could not be found or died.
Anyway, the temple is "assisting" with all its strength.
Aldo looked up, just in time to see Carlos sitting on a table, smiling at himself idly. At this time, Aldo's heart sank suddenly, and for no reason there was an urge to get off the horse immediately and rush over to hold him in his arms.
Aldo even moved like this uncontrollably, and then he was taken aback, wondering in amazement: "What am I going to do?"
In the end, he finally just nodded to his young and jumping lover reservedly and restrainedly, then let out a sigh of relief where others could not notice, and said to himself secretly: "Okay, Leo, you are the best!" That one, others have already seen a little, right? They will see more in the future, you have suffered so much, and you are destined to go further than everyone else."
A slight stabbing pain suddenly passed over his shoulder, but it was too light for him to notice—under the armor, on the boy's shoulder blade, a black pattern like a plant sprout stretched out on his skin.
An ominous flower slowly bloomed.