Aldo was awakened by the direct sunlight hitting his eyelids.
The moment he woke up, his body tensed subconsciously—there was someone beside him, and he was not very familiar with him.
Fortunately, that person did not hide his existence. Not only did he not hide it, but he deliberately made noise, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, flipping the newspaper.
"Berg..."
"Amy." Amy said casually, "Although you have a noble status, I can't say anything, but I also sincerely hope that you will not be so annoying all the time, I am really tired of the title 'Mr. Berg'. "
"Therapist Berg." Aldo changed into a more cheerful name. The next moment, he saw the new clothes on his body, and his face suddenly looked a little ugly.
"Oh no, don't get me wrong!" Amy quickly jumped up and explained, "I haven't touched you, I don't have my fingerprints on a single strand of hair, and I have always kept a safe distance of two meters from you—your clothes are Carlos's." Fuck, he also took care of the wound, as for whether your innocence is still there, please ask him yourself, it has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with a penny!"
"Hmm." Aldo was stunned for a moment, then his expression softened a lot, and finally he gave Amy a surprised look, "Why are you so excited?"
Amy poured him a glass of water, stood three steps away from him, stretched out her hand on tiptoe and handed it to him, said shyly: "Carlos said that if someone touches you, you will do strange things , Ouch, I hate it, people only like Louis."
Aldo's determination made him drink the water without changing his face.
"Where's Carlos?"
"Oh," sighed Amy, twisting her waist, "seriously, ruthless men are long out of fashion now, and what is the future of a guy who wakes up and asks another man in front of his face?" There is no market."
Aldo looked at him without saying a word.
"Okay," Amy slumped on the sofa like a deflated ball, and Aldo frowned at his lack of posture. Amy said, "One of our hunters was called What Douglas's men killed, and he kidnapped a little boy, and they went after him."
Aldo paused while holding the water glass: "Douglas?"
"Hey, let me say," Amy boldly stretched out his bony paws, swayed in front of Aldo, and slightly restrained the ambiguous smile on her face, "I heard that you were slaughtered in the world in the world." After defeating the shadow demon, he also split the two layers of world with his sword, and used his mental power to forcibly counterattack the world master, so now he should be very sad, dizzy, and want to vomit, right?"
Aldo did not deny that his face was indeed still ugly. Amy sighed, took out a row of pills from under the table, and threw them to him from a distance: "Anti-emesis, take four pills, it has a hypnotic effect. After taking it, you can sleep well." I realized that the sky was falling and that guy was responsible for it, he was a living person who shamelessly ate offerings in the Adorat Cemetery for thousands of years, and it was time for him to make some contributions."
Aldo took the medicine silently and took it. If he didn't prevent people from touching it casually, he could be regarded as a model patient.
"Most people think I'm disgusting." Amy lay on the sofa, lazily looking for something to say, "Why didn't you respond to me?"
"I'm not most people." Aldo said, he didn't even bother to speak, his volume was so low that he didn't care if others could hear him or not, he picked up a magazine by the bedside and flipped through it, waiting for the pill to take effect.
"Oh yes, well—of course," Amy laughed. "You are the kind of big shot who glances at people casually on the road and makes them think it is a gift. Why don't you sign it for me?" ? Use a fancy font, and then I'll take it to someone to make it old, so I can rely on it for retirement."
Aldo ignored him as air.
Amy played with her fingers boredly for a while, and then asked, "Hey, let me tell you, do you really like Carlos?"
Aldo looked up from the magazine and pinned the effeminate therapist straight to the sofa.
Amy said dryly, "Isn't it okay to ask?"
"It's not your question." Aldo looked away.
"Curious! Mysteries through the ages! Historians have been arguing and studying for hundreds of years. Archbishop, you are a celebrity anyway. Don't you know that celebrities have no privacy? The privacy of celebrities is used by paparazzi to hype ? Even such gentle private interviews are prohibited, don’t you know that the public has the right to know the truth?”
Aldo: "..."
"What are you looking at," Amy said without fear of boiling water, "I asked, how is it? Are you going to rape me?"
This blockbuster finally caused a certain degree of shock to the stable former archbishop. The corners of his eyes seemed to twitch, and he was silent for a while before he said lightly: "As long as you are not blind, you should be able to see it." .”
"I probably didn't see it." Amy shrugged regretfully. The man in women's clothes suddenly sharpened his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and said word for word, "In my opinion, you love yourself more, It's like you love this little 'Carlos Frarete' thing and want to keep it around you forever, dead or alive."
This time Aldo didn't even raise his head, just asked softly: "I'm curious, what gave you such courage, Therapist Berg?"
Amy's smile was a bit forced, but she still insisted on saying that disgusting sentence: "My God, is it rape first and then kill this time? If it's the other way around, it would be too strong!"
The temperature in the room suddenly dropped several degrees. Although Amy knew that as the old and old senior of the temple, Aldo was unlikely to really do anything to him, but she still couldn't help feeling a shudder. Every hair on his hair They all stood up.
But he couldn't help but want to talk more and more. Amy seems to be this type of person. The more she is squeezed, the more she resists. Even if the whole society thinks that he should be an upright man, he likes to be a woman in his heart, so he must To dress himself up as a woman, even if everyone thinks he is disgusting, he can enjoy himself.
"Don't you think it's sad?" Amy squeezed out an ugly smile, "No matter how much a person loves others, he can't love himself more than he loves himself. No matter how much he likes, he only wants to possess him. After all, it’s just that you don’t want to be lonely, right?”
Aldo commented indifferently: "Unreasonable—if this was a thousand years ago, Mr. Berg, I guarantee that you will not leave this room alive."
"Of course, of course, I'm only a man," said Amy, throwing him an unsuccessful, crampy wink, "if I lived another thousand years, I wouldn't be in the history books, The best thing I can do is to be smart. But let me remind the great Archbishop Al, no matter how hard you try? It’s all for your own sake. Even a small person like me can see it. You said that ... It looks confused, but in fact, the very shrewd gentleman can't understand?"
Aldo stared at him for a moment, and the tip of his eyebrows seemed to lift slightly.
Amy covered her face and laughed: "So, love is the most hypocritical thing in this world. Whoever believes in this is a poor person."
Aldo's slightly thin eyelids were half-drooped, which softened his coldness just now. He sat there motionless, silent for a long time, until Amy thought he had fallen asleep under the effects of dizziness and drugs Only then did Aldo speak in that usual, overly soft tone: "Maybe you're right."
Amy was taken aback.
"It's just a matter between us, you probably don't understand." Aldo's voice was low and slow, like some kind of ancient musical instrument. If you flick it a little, it will make an ancient and old music, "Even if we are separated, quarreled , Ten years of estrangement, we can also go through the darkest moment together, you can't imagine the pressure we once shared, the disasters we suffered together-so now... probably I am a little at a loss, I don't know how to face each other. "
"Maybe I made a mistake." Aldo said this summary almost calmly.
The madwoman-like therapist tried her best to blink the fanning false eyelashes, and couldn't believe that the few words she just said seemed to give the other party some kind of inspiration.
"What happened?" He thought bitterly, "Did I affect his strategic deployment? If Carlos Heights falls, will I be killed by friendly forces?"
this is too scary!
Aldo closed his eyes and asked in a vague tone, "Where did they go?"
"Uh..." Amy blinked, and it took a long time to realize, "It seems to be somewhere in Jerry County. I probably heard Carlos mention Gem Mountain and Death Valley."
Aldo's eyes opened a crack, and then he frowned slightly: "The gem mountain near Death Valley? Could it be the Temple of Krystal?"
"Huh? What?"
Aldo thought for a while, put the magazine aside, and lay down: "Since Douglas killed our people, he is no longer an ally. Carlos will deal with it—I need to rest now, and don't disturb me if there is no emergency."
Emmy: "..."
You are too relieved, sir
The Krystal Temple is as mysterious as a legend.
A thousand years is enough to change the vicissitudes of life. The Death Valley and the Gemstone Mountain that Carlos once walked step by step are now completely different. He looked at the extremely similar high-rise buildings in Jerry County, and the busy intersections that looked almost exactly the same. , and finally couldn't help rubbing the eyebrows: "What's wrong with human beings? Has it taken a thousand years to finally fill every corner of the world? Where are those beasts in the mountains living now?"
"In a nature reserve or a zoo," Louie said dryly. "I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry I didn't know you were an environmentalist, and we locusts have let you down—but I've never heard of Jerry County." There is a tourist attraction called the Temple of Krystal, are you sure it's still here?"
"Crystal's group of rats who like to dig holes won't allow others to take pictures of their temple, anyway, they don't eat fireworks, and they don't care about the entrance fee." Carlos spread Jelarie County on the hood of the car. map, "The temple is hidden."
He took the pen handed by Louis, shook it vigorously, and drew a circle crookedly on the map: "If I remember correctly, it should be in this area—the tip of this pen is too smooth!"
"Smooth is to prevent you from piercing the paper," Louis flipped his GPS and looked, "We are already in this area."
"Hmm." Carlos crossed his arms across his chest and twisted his uncomfortable neck, "Then try this."
He put Louis' pen on the car cover, and flicked it around lightly. The gel pen turned at a constant speed as if it had gotten rid of friction and air resistance. Carlos read a spell, probably Because Louis was next to him, he purposely read aloud to make it easier for the other party to remember, but the spinning tip of the pen became slower and slower, and in the end, tiny sparks were drawn with the air, and the sparks burst out a meter away.
"Wow!" Several onlookers retreated at the same time.
"It's... it's not a human spell, is it?" Louie asked, "I mean the way you pronounce it."
"This is Krystal's pulling spell. The group of people has always been disunity. They say they are of the same race. In fact, no one knows anyone except those who are related by blood. The old and new Klein who come to the temple every ten years to pay homage Stowe relies on that to guide the way."
With a "creak", the tip of the pen pointed in one direction and stopped.
Louie said in amazement, "You can even do this..."
"It's stolen." Carlos grinned his teeth, as if what he said was an honorable thing, "When you go out, you must always have a skill, and it's not too much to steal from time to time, anyway, no one knows... Oh! "
"Bang", the gel pen exploded, and the turned up collar finally had its own purpose-such as preventing the owner's face from being scratched.
"Well, apparently someone knows," Carlos said dryly.
"Sir..." At this moment, a hunter said in horror, "I can't move!"