Aldo was taking a bath when Carlos came to find him.
Difu is rampant in this era, there are many bounty hunters among the people, and the densely populated city-states will have their own lords, they usually spend money to hire these folk hunters, while maintaining law and order, they also defend against Difu, so not all Difu All corruption needs the temple to come forward.
Generally, it is the turn of the temple to manage the most rigorous and dangerous tasks. If you go out in the morning and come back alive at night, it is luck. Therefore, no one will deprive students and hunters of material life.
If they can get the gold medal, they can even be extravagant—for example, they have their own pool at the hot spring eye behind the underground palace of the temple.
Carlos leaned on the boulder where Aldo put his clothes, as if he had no bones, and said listlessly: "The casualty report has been handed over to Mr. Mokaros... I am exhausted."
Aldo couldn't help laughing: "What did you do besides setting the fire?"
"That's right," Carlos thought for a while and shrugged. His eyes were empty and his voice was a little soft, as if he was out of shape. "It's true that I didn't do anything, but I felt very tired."
"Sick?" Aldo raised his hand to his forehead.
This was an ordinary action, but Carlos subconsciously avoided it.
Aldo was taken aback: "What's wrong?"
"I don't know..." Carlos looked more confused than he was.
"Would you like to come down and have a drink together?" After Aldo blurted out this sentence, he almost wanted to slap himself. This is no longer a question of restraint... But the gods testify, he really just asked casually, no any other thoughts.
Aldo used the water vapor to cover his slightly flushed face, and glanced at Carlos—thinking with his toes, this guy would definitely take the opportunity to make fun of a few words, but Carlos just sat there for a long time. Look at him thoughtfully: "Uh... Your Excellency..."
Your Mightiness? What kind of appellation is this? Carlos stopped speaking suddenly, and blinked innocently, unable to figure out how he came up with such a word. The two of them looked at each other strangely and fell silent at the same time. Even Carlos, who was always nervous, looked at Aldo in confusion and asked, "You...do you think that we are both a little strange?"
Not only the other party, but even himself has become a little strange.
But before Aldo thought about it, Carlos thought of a reason for himself: "There must be too many tasks recently!"
Then he rubbed his forehead, took an exaggerated breath, and started to undress himself carelessly: "I really don't understand why you like this place, in fact, I'd rather use a wooden barrel to take a bath in the house by myself, to be honest Oh, don't you think this place is too humid and hot?"
Aldo said nothing.
In fact, it was as if his brain had suddenly come to him, and he was busy looking at Carlos's slender neck, slightly protruding collarbone, white chest, flat lower abdomen, and flexibility. waist, slender legs and... Aldo turned his face away in a panic, mouth dry.
There is indeed too much moisture in this place, and it is too stuffy!
"What are you doing, did you suddenly find me attractive?" Carlos jumped into the pool and swam towards him. From this sentence, he finally returned to his natural style.
Aldo hid uncomfortably... why did he hide? Because he found that he had an urge to jump over and press the other person on the stone by the pool to take possession of him fiercely.
Aldo, who was still a pure boy in some ways, was terrified by this sudden, mysterious idea like an alien, especially as it circulated endlessly in his brain, almost like a bad witch kept talking. He whispered curses in his ear, telling him to do... well, like bad things.
Carlos immersed himself in the pool with only one head exposed, sighed comfortably, glanced at Aldo indifferently, and talked about other topics naturally—in his opinion, such Aldo is not abnormal , anyway, he is usually "easy to be shy".
What exactly did he say, anyway, Aldo didn't listen to a word, he just nodded and shook his head mechanically - all his energy was spent fighting against the discordant voice in his heart.
I don't know if he was dizzy from being steamed by the hot water. Aldo felt that the strange agitation in his heart became more and more difficult to suppress. The desire/desire that caught him off guard was also mixed with an indescribable sadness. It's like being reincarnated for a hundred generations, going round and round until Qianqiu's long live before he realizes that he has lost the most important thing.
He felt a hand protruding from his body, opening in vain along the direction of the water flow in the pool, trying to grab those invisible, inaudible, and non-existent things... However, they walked so fast, as if they were fleeting. Passing by in a hurry, it seems that it has always been an illusion of fake play.
This manipulated him to reach out, grabbed Carlos' arm, and pulled him into his arms gently.
"You, you, you... don't be so enthusiastic all of a sudden, at least tell me in advance, let me be mentally prepared?" Carlos stammered and nudged him subconsciously, but when he reached out his hand, his skin was hot. , he hurriedly bounced away like a cat whose tail has been stepped on—this brat who likes verbal teasing and superior spirit finally knows how to be embarrassed.
They are all boys, and they grew up together. Although... it is not the first time to take a bath together, but in such a large pool, talking for a few days through the steam, and sticking together naked/naked, it is different after all. .
As if eager to prove something, Aldo kissed it almost recklessly, his lips were hot, and he pried open Carlos's lips recklessly, even a little rough. Hold Aldo's head and respond to him unhurriedly.
The heartbeat of the other party could be clearly felt on the sticky chests. After the initial embarrassment, both of them seemed to be a little dizzy, and the agitation of adolescence was on the verge of breaking out.
But suddenly, something slipped into Carlos's mouth. It was salty and a little bitter, which woke him up. Carlos withdrew the kiss first, only to realize that Aldo had burst into tears at some point.
"I... I bit your tongue?" He had never seen Aldo's tears in his life, and he was stunned, and said this sentence without thinking and stupidly.
Aldo didn't know what was wrong with him, he couldn't think of any reason for him to cry... In fact, since he was sensible, he had never cried again. He stretched out his hand to wipe his face in astonishment, The tears couldn't be stopped at all, he looked at Carlos who was close at hand through his blurred eyes, and somehow had some kind of "illusion".
It was as if there had already been a life-and-death separation between him and this person.
It was as if this person within reach would disappear forever at any time, and in order for the other person to appear in front of him again, he had already used up all his luck.
Of course Aldo knew that this idea was inexplicable, but he just couldn't restrain himself, as if... it was real.
Carlos finally came back to his senses. He first carefully looked at Aldo's face, then gently put his arms around his shoulders, patted his back lightly, and said softly, "I know you It must be very embarrassing, don't cry suddenly..."
Why is he so difficult
Carlos frowned, as if he didn't understand why he said such a sentence, but he quickly let it go-it was just a comforting word spoken casually anyway.
"It scared me to death. Is there anything I can't even say?" Carlos wrapped his fingers gently around his hair, "Anyway, no matter what, I will always stand by your side."
"Even if I did something that you can't forgive?" Aldo couldn't help asking, he just felt that something happened, but he couldn't remember when he did it.
This question seemed to make Carlos feel a little uncomfortable. He couldn't help but frowned, but when he saw the expectant expression on the other side, he softened before he had time to think about why he felt uncomfortable: "Test me What is the degree of loyalty, my dear? I can do anything for you, you must know that every Flaret is loyal to only one in his life... "
These words were like a bolt of lightning, piercing through the hearts of both of them at the same time. Carlos suddenly let go of Aldo, took a big step back, and opened his emerald eyes wide: "What did I just say?"
Aldo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He hurriedly grabbed the stone by the pool with his hand, but his vision quickly dimmed. In his hazy consciousness, it seemed that there was such a person here. In the suffocating darkness, he said in a calm and cold tone: "As a Flaret, no matter how bastard you are, you will only be loyal to one person in your life."
Then turned and left without hesitation.
Then, as soon as Aldo's knees gave way, he knew nothing.
When he woke up, he was already lying by the pool with a robe covering his body. Carlos was already fully dressed and sat beside him with a serious face. Seeing him wake up, he pressed his shoulders and asked very seriously: "What's the matter?" Oh, what's that thing on your back?"
"What?" Aldo asked in disbelief.
"Come and see." Carlos supported him, made him sit with his back to the pool water, and motioned him to turn his head to look at the reflection on the water surface. Aldo found a black and blue birthmark-like growth on his shoulder blade at some point The trace, like a vine, stretched down from the back shoulder, trying to wrap him up.
"What is this?" Aldo frowned and asked in disgust.
In fact, that thing is not ugly, and even has a kind of monstrous beauty, but for some reason, that pattern just made him sick, his stomach rolled, and he almost couldn't spit it out.
Carlos brushed his fingers across his back, frowned and thought for a long time, and finally said: "I... I'm not sure, I seem to have seen it somewhere, but I don't remember the source... It seems to be a book that introduces some kind of ritual? "
His cold fingers gave Aldo a jolt, which reminded him of what happened in the pool just now. Aldo avoided Carlos' touch in embarrassment, and moved his shoulders: "I don't seem to feel anything."
"Does it hurt?"
Aldo shook his head.
"Listen, you'd better see a therapist," Carlos pointed out sternly, "You passed out just now."
Aldo was silent.
"Leo?"
"What if it has something to do with...?" Aldo asked softly.
Carlos knew what he was referring to, and was at a loss for words.
Aldo wrapped his clothes, stood up on Carlos' shoulders, and squeezed Carlos affectionately: "Don't worry, I will take care of it myself, it's a trivial matter."
"Seriously, you should take care of yourself," Carlos complained.
He actually wanted to say, "I really don't understand, what are you thinking about every day, and the hard work is so hard that people can't stand it. Isn't health and happiness more important than those... illusory things?"
However, Carlos swallowed this sentence in the end. I don't know when this domineering young master learned to restrain himself and understand the feelings of others for the sake of one person.
Carlos looked up at him, still frowning, a strand of chestnut hair was wet on his neck, Aldo didn't know why, looking at his appearance, suddenly felt soft in his heart, couldn't help stretching out his hand, He rubbed his hair lightly, and said in a soft voice, "I'm fine, don't frown, just smile."
Afterwards, he realized how convulsive his words were from Carlos' expression as if he had seen a ghost.
Aldo's face turned green—what kind of strange thing possessed him? How could he say such a thing
He hurriedly stood up straight to cover up, and coughed dryly: "Anyway...cough, by the way, I'm going to see Mr. Mokaros, I hope he's better—you...well, don't stay here for too long, it's too hot, right? ?"
Then run away.