Carlos lied, he knew what was on Aldo's back, and even quite a bit.
The collection of books in the temple includes everything from notes of bards to introduction guides of strange and forbidden techniques. They are displayed in six collections, each collection is called a district, and there are special personnel to clean and maintain the books—except for the six districts.
The sixth district is not forbidden to enter, but it is very unfortunate that every year there are as many trainees who enter vertically and come out horizontally as one reinforcement company.
Legend has it that a long time ago, the administrator of the temple set up a magic circle for protection and expulsion outside the sixth district, stipulating that anyone who has the ability to pass through it can be qualified to enter. But with the development of time, more and more people learned to cheat from their peers, and the magic circle has lost its original screening function.
Therefore, there is a new and more perverted regulation in the sixth district - everyone who is qualified to enter must leave his "signature", there is no limit to attack and defense, and there is no limit to the magic circle. Even a cleverly installed mousetrap is fine as long as it leaves an entry barrier for those who come after.
A classmate like Carlos who can ruin a pot of porridge and is a rat-shit-level mischievous is not allowed to have a place in the temple that he has not set foot on, so he spent a whole year trying, being blown up, and half-dead The therapist took him away and locked him up, and then revisited the place where the scar healed and forgot the pain, and finally "grinded" out the license for the sixth district.
Of course... He also paid for his curiosity. When he was disappointed to find that the Sixth District was actually just a dusty and dilapidated collection station, he received a letter of appointment from the Archbishop Mokaros—appointing him as the nominal administrator of the Sixth District. Staff, full-time responsible for cleaning the dust where.
However, although the Sixth District has acquired all kinds of junk, it does have some new and dangerous things—for example, books about various unheard of forbidden techniques are as high as a wall.
People generally have two definitions of forbidden spells. The first one is that the conditions to be achieved are extremely dangerous and the success rate is extremely low, such as the time forbidden spell. Array.
A book called "Introduction to Forbidden Art" in District 6 pointed out that people have certain authority in this world. When the goal he wants to accomplish exceeds this "authority", he needs to exchange it with something equivalent. This is "sacrifice".
Sacrifice in a broad sense can be anything, such as the sacrificial activities that people used to kill livestock in ancient times.
The reason why "sacrifice" is considered the number one sorcery in later generations is because in a narrow sense, this "sacrifice" refers to the flesh and blood or soul of compatriots.
The long vine behind Aldo will sprout from the heart and protrude from the shoulder blades. The "leaves" will die as the "vine" stretches, and finally there will be only the flower that grows bigger and bigger, watered with painstaking effort. out of flowers.
Carlos clearly remembered the name—"Swanpu's Flower", the crimson forbidden spell in the swamp.
Its sacrificial offering is the "Child of Light and Shadow", a rare hybrid of Difu and human beings in legend.
Because of this, Carlos was particularly impressed with it.
In fact, ever since he discovered Aldo's secret when he was fourteen years old, he has been extremely sensitive to the word "hybrid". Master's study... Of course, because of his limited talent in this area, he was thrown back into the hunter group by the archbishop by the collar.
Only Aldo, who had no choice but to risk his life, survived the half-baked "healer" again and again.
It was a book called "First Sin", the author was so extreme that it hurts, and there was a sense of superiority running through the lines from beginning to end - he argued that all mixed races are immoral and should be dealt with Yes, but on how to reasonably and effectively deal with these aliens that look exactly like human beings, he has spent his whole life researching and gathering the "essence" to write such a nonsense book.
It can be seen that although this person is a pure blood physically, he is still an out-and-out bastard mentally.
In his book he writes:
"The sacrifice of the flower of Swanpu is to use a living body. We all know that the reproduction of Difu is a kind of energy inheritance, and when this energy inheritance is mixed with human reproduction, a very special kind is achieved. If a living body can use this special energy, the successful person will gain incredible abilities."
"Of course, the result is wonderful, but it is very difficult to achieve the sacrifice of the flower of Swamp. The most difficult point is to obtain a living hybrid. In addition, the pollen of the mategrass in the extremely deep place is also needed. It is a rare underground creature - or call it an underground plant. Once the prey is entangled by it, it is difficult to escape. It likes to suck the blood of the prey's heart. It is said that when the prey is dying, it will be because of hallucinations that it has the best What you want. Therefore, if you want to use pollen to stimulate the flower of Swamp, you need the sacrifice to water it with the painstaking effort of 'desire', and when the petals turn from black to red, the sacrifice is successful."
What is the incredible power
Besides yourself, who knows Aldo's secret
That... What is the thing he desires most in his heart? Carlos scratched his hair irritably, thinking sourly with self-knowledge: Whatever it is, it's not me anyway.
That night, with his waist down, he sneaked into the place where Archbishop Mr. Mokaros was recuperating.
The bloodline issue has always been a part of Aldo's backlash, and he has never been allowed to be brought up by others, so Carlos is very subtle even in the temptation, and learned from the other party's reaction that Aldo's secret did not take the initiative to reveal to the archbishop.
But... After all, he was picked up and raised by the archbishop, and Carlos suspected that his overly shrewd teacher actually knew about it.
Assuming that the archbishop knew about it, and he was accidentally injured in Tangers Castle, and he has been in a bad mood since he came back... I heard that not only the interior of the temple, but also the lords of several surrounding countries have been concerned about the situation of the next owner of the scepter, Al Do was clearly one of the top candidates... so who would he consult with on matters as serious as his pedigree
There has always been a trade in the black market for the pollen of mategrass, but there are more fakes. Sacrifice—especially the dangerous sacrificial ceremony of the flower of Swanpu, a little mistake is fatal, no matter who it is Done, Carlos does not believe that he dared to buy some unknown things on the black market, besides, those mercenary peddlers are not strict, and it is very easy to be noticed by those who are interested, then...
There was a deep gleam in Carlos' green eyes that was very unbefitting for his age.
He carefully pushed aside the plants in the courtyard of the healing center’s recuperation center—as Aldo was so cautious, it was unlikely that he would have leaked that secret himself. From this point of view, the possibility of leaking from the archbishop was the greatest, and The teacher has always loved this student very much. If it is really him, then the "insider" must be highly respected and highly trusted by him.
Mr. Lard, the sword-wielding priest, Ms. Mutter, the head healer, and... the Archbishop himself.
Just when Carlos was about to dive in, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from the darkness, covered his mouth with one hand, wrapped his waist with the other, and pulled him aside abruptly.
Carlos was suspicious of his teacher. He was nervous and almost exploded on the spot. He even pulled out half of his epee before he heard a familiar voice say in his ear, "Shh, it's me!"
Aldo hid his blond hair under a hood, revealing only a sharp chin.
Carlos finally spit out the half-breath in his chest, but his heartbeat was hard to calm down, and he lowered his voice angrily and said, "What are you doing?!"
"What are you doing?" Aldo asked sullenly.
"..." Carlos was silent for a second, "I'm going for a walk."
"Walk with your waist down? It's really you." Aldo rolled his eyes at him, "Don't quibble, you idiot who can't even make up a lie, even if I was dizzy at the time, I could see what you were hiding. "
Who the hell am I for? Carlos' young master's temper was aroused by him, and he showed a sneer at that time: "I'll keep it secret."
what can you do to me Bite me
The horrific expression on Aldo's face flashed across: "Okay, please don't rush to prove my conclusion that you are an idiot - you clearly know what it is, and you deliberately suggested that I go to the teacher to test I... did he know about that? Well now you know the answer, I did hide it from him. But you still suspect that I failed to hide it, so I crawled under the teacher's window in the middle of the night to be a thief-so I carried it on my back It should be related to my... my bloodline. Judging by your expression, it must not be a good thing. It may be some kind of bad mutation, but if it is really a mutation, you should be in the sixth district library now, and It's not under the teacher's window, so I guess it must be someone's hands and feet—a curse? It's unlikely, and to be honest, it's only in your best interest if I die...then there's only sacrifice."
Carlos opened his mouth and closed it again, and stared at Aldo for a while, before finally growling in a low voice: "What do you mean it's only good for me when you die?"
Aldo rubbed his forehead: "That's not the point—I mean..."
"Sorry, I think that's the point." Carlos took a step back, folded his hands on his chest, looked at him sullenly, and said sarcastically, "Aha, I'm so nosy, this little guy The problem is handed over to Mr. Aldo, who is extremely clever, and it can be solved in the blink of an eye."
"Okay, young master, please pay attention to the occasion, and accept your bad temper, okay?"
"That's not easy, who made me a born young master?"
"Carlos!"
Then the two teenagers stared at each other for a moment, and finally Aldo shrugged helplessly: "Okay, I made a slip of the tongue."
"So reluctantly?" Carlos raised his eyebrows.
Even covered by the hood, Aldo's veins were about to explode, and he looked like he really wanted to beat up the little bastard: "What else do you want?"
"Here." Carlos nodded his lips, raised Aldo's chin slightly, and rubbed it like a disciple, "Huh?"
Aldo looked shocked: "You want me to sell my lust for such a big thing?"
Carlos looked even more shocked: "Oh my God! What did I hear? The wise and powerful Mr. Aldo actually made a joke? Am I going to see God soon? Is it coming back?"
Aldo grabbed his collar, muttered "Bastard", and kissed the bastard's lips.
He didn't know if it was affected by the thing behind him. When he kissed the person in front of him, the sad sweetness in his heart spread out again, submerging his whole body in it. Didn't even notice the taste.
Until Carlos pushed him away out of breath, and said with a smirk in his ear: "It's too hard too fast, I said you don't get too involved baby-we have to find out the business first, and be patient. "
Aldo gritted his teeth: "When you say this, can you trouble your shameless paw from my ass, ass, up, move, drive?"
Carlos looked very regretful and withdrew his hand: "I will help you solve this matter, it is only fair that you have to sell yourself to me."
"If you're down there."
The two looked at each other at the same time, each showing a slightly green and meaningful smile.
Carlos: What are you dreaming about
Aldo: Less complacent little virgin.
"Climb the wall and go in. We need the record of the archbishop's life during his recovery, especially who he met." Carlos said in a low voice.
Aldo was noncommittal, deeply feeling that this was really the most insignificant thing he had ever done in his life.
The therapist on duty had probably fallen asleep. Carlos explained what the Swamp Flower was in the lightest and simplest way to the guy who "must get involved" halfway, and then the two of them tiptoed around like thieves. Got into the on-duty therapist room.
Carlos took out a tattered parchment package from his body, put it in the palm of his hand, and blew into the therapist's office facing the window, gestured to Aldo, and the two squatted at the door and waited together.
In less than a while, there was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Carlos narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth. He stood up and wanted to go in, but Aldo grabbed him: "What is that?"
"Black sweet powder," Carlos said triumphantly, "it's only for thieves and hooligans who sneak into girls' houses in the middle of the night. It's not cheap on the black market."
Aldo: "..."
Then he gave Carlos a hard twist on the waist - you're getting better!