"A useless royal grain moth in a huge and cumbersome system." Aldo narrowed his eyes, and whispered those words in a flat tone.
Evan stepped on the brake suddenly and hard, and all the cars behind had to stop for a moment. Even the police car that opened the way walked forward for a while and stopped on the side of the road without knowing why.
This cowardly young man who was often confused about the situation was staring at the steering wheel, his face was tense and ferocious.
"Evan, drive." Louis frowned.
"Why do they say that?" Evan's eyes were red and his voice was trembling. "Why do they say that? These lazy people just sit at home and blame others all day long, even if others are going to die for them, even... "
There was another one lying on the back seat, so that Evan suppressed his voice even to vent, lest he wake up Carlos—this man who has been regarded as a legend for thousands of years will also fall down from exhaustion. He is also a man of flesh and blood. The body, not the stone statue of Adorat.
Gal—his young and excellent mentor, had been sent back to the Temple Healing Department the day before. When everyone was asleep, he confronted a demon-level monster that he knew he couldn’t defeat in the middle of the night, and was almost swallowed. Lost half of his brain and survived by chance, but he was just sad because he felt that he was not strong enough.
And Elvis...
"I said drive, Mr. Gorado, don't make me repeat it a third time!"
The police officer who opened the way got out of the car inexplicably, beckoned from a distance, but didn't hear a response, and planned to come over to check, Louis' voice became more and more cold.
Carlos couldn't fall asleep even if he was a dead pig. He struggled uncomfortably and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why..."
Aldo firmly held him in his arms, preventing him from looking up.
"No one in the world cares about what we do, even if we die, no one mourns for it! No one cares!" Evan couldn't control his voice as if he was breaking down, "Just like Ivis, who died in the line of duty The report couldn't even be on TV! No one knew he was only twenty-three, and no one knew why he died!"
Carlos' ears were still buzzing, but Aldo covered his eyes, and he could only ask with his confused hearing: "...Evan? What happened..."
"Shh-close your eyes," Aldo brushed the messy hair on Carlos's face gently with his palm, and then he was silent for a while, and said softly, "A thousand years ago, Poverty, disease, war and death are everywhere. Even civilians who live in a corner will be ruined by a sudden natural disaster and live a life of displacement. But... the Templars enjoy the treatment of nobles. "
Evan was taken aback, and Carlos also fell silent.
Only by sticking to his chest can he feel the slight vibration, and Aldo's tone is like coaxing a crying child to sleep.
"Since our ancestors, we have enjoyed the highest glory, the most extravagant tribute and the most noble coronation. Maybe you don't know, the cost of raising a Templar is likely to be the tax of an entire town, using the money from The money squeezed out of the farmers’ teeth, even the money that made their children freeze and starve to death,” Aldo smiled slightly, and said with some self-deprecation, “But due to poor management, the fiscal deficit is still every year—because We always need the best medicine, the best weapons and the best and fastest chariots. Even now, with tourism revenue, Sarah County allocates a large sum of money every year to the repair of the temple, retirement In the placement of personnel. We have the highest privilege, Mr. Gorado, and if you notice, this road has been opened especially for us."
Even Louis didn't expect him to say that, and was stunned.
Aldo gently curled Carlos' long chestnut hair with his fingers, and asked gently: "Aren't these honors and privileges enough to make you willingly die for your fellow citizens?"
Evan was speechless.
Aldo sighed vaguely, "Then you can't even compare to that scumbag Douglas."
"If you still remember the oath you made yourself, just recite it in your heart a few times and think about it." Aldo's tone was a little heavier, "Drive now, don't waste time."
Louis gestured to the police officer who was approaching probingly, and the convoy continued to move forward at a depressing speed.
Carlos felt that someone held his hand in the darkness, but he was still very tired, and he fell into a coma before he even had time to think about what was going on in the episode just now.
When he fully woke up, he was already in the small bedroom with a mushroom lamp beside the bed in Gal's house.
"Eat this first." A small tray was held in front of him with one hand, startling Carlos who was still a little confused.
He reached out to take the medicine and water, looked up at the sky that had darkened again, took a sip of water and said vaguely, "All day?"
"It's already the third night." Aldo put down the book in his hand, rubbed between his brows, "How do you feel?"
His whole body was soft—Carlos drank the potion in one gulp, and said a simple "hmm". His face seemed to be fine, but he was dazed and a little listless.
"Gal has visited you several times."
"Well," Carlos's brain probably hadn't restarted successfully, and he couldn't respond to others' words. After a while, he asked slowly, "How is the child?"
"It's better than you." Aldo said, took off his coat neatly, and pushed Carlos' shoulder, "A little bit in."
Carlos stared blankly at him climbing onto the bed, and asked inexplicably, "What are you doing?"
"I've been taking care of you, I'm exhausted." Aldo complained in a low voice, and lay down on his bed.
Carlos thought about this matter seriously for two seconds, and finally blew his hair belatedly: "Is your own room occupied by something strange? Sir, please get out."
"What?" Aldo glanced at him with a smile in his eyes, "Are you afraid of me?"
Carlos: "..."
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you at this time." Aldo said, "Go to sleep, go to the temple tomorrow, you have been in bed for three days, and there are many things waiting for you."
Carlos: "..."
Aldo raised his hand habitually to turn off the bedside light.
"Hey, don't touch that!" Carlos frowned and stopped.
Aldo shrugged, retracted his hand, and said casually: "Well, when did you develop such a child's problem?"
Carlos was silent for a while, then whispered, "Sharon likes it."
Aldo's expression froze suddenly.
After a long time, he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "You stabbed me on purpose?"
Carlos: "You don't have to listen."
Aldo turned up suddenly, grabbed Carlos's neck with a tiger's jaw, and pushed him down on the bed unexpectedly, looking down at him. Carlos was already dizzy, and he paused for breathing.
"As long as you're awake, you have nothing else to do but make me angry?" Aldo lowered his face. "Listen, I hate that name."
Carlos struggled violently, his joints were suppressed by the weight of an adult man, and the imprisoned neck made him a little breathless, but he still couldn't open any pot and said, "My wife's name, what do you like?" What does it matter if you don't like it?"
"She's dead," said Aldo grimly. "She's been dead for a thousand years. I bet you can't even find her grave. What else did you give her? The false last name of Smith? Then Tell her you're a wandering blacksmith? Ha! It's touching love."
Carlos really wanted to give him a shot, but he was suppressed, and the objective conditions did not allow it, so he decided to take the next best thing, using cold language and violence—it can be seen that the sequence of activities of all the parts on his body is like this, first use hands, then use words, Finally, when I have nothing to do, I will probably use my brain.
"She doesn't mind what my name is or what I do. What I can give her is more important than everything else."
"Hybridized flowers, starry sky in the wild, gadgets made of grass and twigs, even cheap spices brought back from afar...all, all things that you think are rubbish and sniff at them can make her happy as hell. Why can't I be a blacksmith? Even if the pot I made leaked, she was willing to put it as a decoration at home... ah!"
Aldo responded by biting him on the neck.
He used so much force that Carlos even had the illusion that he was going to bite his own throat.
I don't know how long it took before Aldo slowly loosened his teeth, and reluctantly licked Carlos' neck lightly, with the smell of blood between his lips and teeth.
"Sometimes I think," he said close to Carlos's ear, "if you kill you, you will stay in my arms forever, peacefully as if you are asleep, and you won't be angry with me anymore. And I won't hide where I can't find it."
Carlos was silent. He twisted his neck with some difficulty, and looked at Aldo who was staring obsessively at the wound on his neck by the dim bedside lamp.
The green eyes, which always seemed to sparkle, were clouded with a mist, which was almost sad.
"I've been waiting for you for more than a thousand years," Aldo said, "even though you don't love me anymore, but you said you don't blame me, can't we start over?"
Carlos said nothing.
"Don't you hate me so much that you don't even want to give me a chance?" Aldo's voice trembled. "It's only been a few thousand years since human beings established themselves on this desolate land?"
Carlos shuddered slightly.
In the silent room, there was only the sound of two people's suppressed breathing.
After an unknown amount of time, Aldo sighed, let go of Carlos, took out a cotton swab and gauze from the bedside, and cleaned the blood on Carlos' neck.
Then Carlos, who had been obediently lying still, finally got his wish and gave him an extra punch.
Aldo didn't dodge, and endured it abruptly, then he wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, and smiled somewhat reluctantly: "Good fight, do you want to do it again?"
Carlos finally looked away first, and lay down with his back to him without saying a word.
Aldo raised his hand and gently pressed the quilt for him: "Good night, dear."
The bedside lamp was still on. Although the light was dim, it still made Aldo feel a little uncomfortable. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and lowered his breathing rate. He wanted to tell himself a story about two children growing up stumbling, After countless on-off and on-again, the story of finally being together forever.
To expect to dream of something like that.