Carlos woke up in the morning light with a thin layer of sweat on his body.
He felt like he had a tiring dream, but he turned his head and saw Aldo. After he fell asleep, he was so quiet, and his behavior was almost the same as when he was awake. He would never move his hands and feet. Even after a night, he didn't even mess up the quilt, as if he still maintained the position he just lay down.
Carlos sat up softly, hugged the quilt for a while, and looked down at Aldo again—noticing that there was a crack in the corner of his mouth, and there was a bruise on his chin that was getting worse.
Carlos was stunned for a while, and finally sighed. He carefully stretched out his fingers, and gently stroked the bruise he had punched out by himself. He thought to himself, he was really unconscious last night, and when he got excited, he hit hard.
He didn't want to disturb Aldo, and planned to pass him to wash his face, but his wrist was grabbed as soon as he moved.
Aldo's fingers erupted with frightening power in an instant, firmly pinching Carlos' wrist before he could withdraw, then half-opened his eyes, and after a while, he suddenly realized something, let him go, and whispered Say, "Sorry."
Carlos glanced at him, then rummaged in the bedside table, found a tube of ointment in the corner and threw it to him.
Aldo caught it, lowered his eyes, and showed a twisted smile: "Can you talk to me now?"
Carlos opened the curtains, leaned against the window, put his hands on his chest, and nodded: "You say."
"You have to go back to the temple with me today." Aldo looked at his expression, carefully chose such a topic, and skipped the unpleasant part of the night before.
When Carlos gently touched the corner of his mouth, he woke up, and immediately understood that the other party was shaken, and Aldo knew that this opportunity must be seized.
As long as there is a gap, a gap, he is sure to nibble and get what he wants.
Carlos was stunned for a while, as if he didn't expect him to mention this suddenly, and it took him a long time to ask back with some doubts: "Huh?"
"I need you to take a look at the box I got from Kevin Watson. In addition, Mr. Goode discussed with me that all hunters in the temple must go back to participate in special training when they have no missions. He obviously hopes that you Can be a teacher."
"What?" Carlos frowned, "Do you mean those hunters who have passed the internship period and obtained their license?"
A hunter has obtained a license, which means that he can take charge of others and his own life from now on. The temple has been rebuilt for so many years, and there has never been a real hunter.
The cool morning breeze swept over his back, and Carlos was taken aback for a moment: "Is there something wrong with the enchantment?"
Aldo didn't deny it, just daubed the ointment on the bruise at the corner of his mouth, and said calmly: "From the day it is established, there will be a process of prosperity and decline. Anything can happen, I thought, even though the folk bounty hunters have disappeared, there will always be the last guard of the temple. But the current Templars are simply a group of children who don't know what is evil, say Really, I also hope that next time it's time for me to close my eyes, they will let me rest a little longer."
The word "rest in peace" obviously succeeded in shaking Carlos.
Aldo smiled: "It's nothing. The living don't want to die, and the 'dead' don't want to come back to life all the time. At first I lived in a coffin in the underground palace, checking the enchantment that issued the alarm day and night. But it was not so easy when I was in bed, because I always thought that time has passed and the world has changed, and this time I really have no hope of seeing you again. In this way, I feel that compared to death, life is torture."
Carlos was silent for a long time before asking: "Then you...then why did you..."
"Why should I nail my soul to the seal of the enchantment?" Aldo shook his head, "I once decided to dedicate everything to the The temple, but... the temple took you away from me. Maybe I shouldn't say that, but I actually... hated this place too."
Like Evan.
"There is no doubt about it, the temple is innocent, and what has happened... are unavoidable things," when he said this, he suddenly stopped, staring at Carlos with a calm look Eyes—every new beginning needs a sharp knife to gouge out old scars, "That's who I am, Carl, I'm not like you, I was born with nothing, no matter how high I climb, I always I can't get rid of the inferiority complex in my bones. It is like a shadow that has accompanied me for many years, imprisoning me from going out into the sun, hiding others, and hiding myself. For everything I can grasp, I have a hysterical desire for more .”
Carlos looked at Aldo blankly. He remembered that Aldo was a person who hated being approached by others. He was so proud and sensitive. He didn't even allow anyone to mention a word about his bloodline, and he never allowed others to ask. Like a little hedgehog who overprotects himself.
But now, he is leaning against the head of the bed in a lazy and casual posture, even holding a ridiculous ointment in his hand, wrinkling his face from the pain uncontrollably, while lightly uncovering his reverse scales.
"You may not understand," Aldo said flatly, "but I just can never let go of those things that stand in your way as gracefully as you. Yes, we are completely different people, but... I still can't Repressedly attracted to you, loving you, and desperately missing you."
"So I stayed and finished everything, even if there is no peace in eternity, but this is the place we once guarded together, which gave me the illusion that I still have some kind of connection with you." He suddenly He laughed happily, "But look, it wasn't an illusion later on, God really sent you back to me."
"I actually understand." Carlos said suddenly in a low voice.
Why don't you understand? After many years, he was no longer that ignorant little dandy in the temple—for a child who had been indoctrinated since he was a child that "he would rather die than be blamed", on the night he fled the temple in a hurry, he He betrayed his own beliefs, and from then on he lived a life of losing everything and surviving.
Mental castration is always more painful than physical castration.
He understands what it is to have nothing, and what it is to have no sun.
Aldo confessed that he hated the temple—this place made him, but also imprisoned him, making him worry about life and death, and not be free. His frankness made Carlos involuntarily think of the sixteen-year-old he didn't want to recall.
Yes, later they grew up and became less stupid and understood what it was all about.
Parola was possessed by Satan in the human bone box and became his puppet. The demon in the human bone box was chopped down by Flaret...or some supernatural ancestor who was related to the Flaret family. A few paragraphs are sealed in it, and the so-called "bright talent" is actually just the result of a sacrifice that continues into the blood of descendants.
That's just the devil's revenge.
Besides... a sixteen-year-old child, what can you ask of him? He couldn't even hide the cunning he was born with—a kid like Aldo.
Carlos said this to himself, but probably precisely because of this, he has been stubbornly unwilling to have any more contact with Aldo, even if he is unwilling to maintain a basic friendship.
Aldo always reminded him of the feelings he thought he was passionate about when he was young, but was actually fragile and embarrassing, bringing all the past that he had buried deeply and didn't want to mention again.
He was to Carlos... like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.
Wind knife, frost sword, for people who are already full-fledged, the damage they can cause is always limited, except for those injuries that were suffered when they were still immature, they are always covered in hard armor. Although no one can see it, they are Wrinkles that are not flattened by the years, even if they try to forget or have forgotten after many years, they will penetrate into a person's bone marrow, and wait for the right time to take root, pierce the lungs and skin, and grow dark vines.
Fear and pain can ruin all the good feelings in the world.
He tried to forgive, tried to act like nothing had happened, tried to be a selfless lover—no regrets, no complaints, but he couldn't.
Carlos Frarete, always... and just a man.
Aldo didn't know when he stood up, and put one hand on the wall beside Carlos - although he really wanted to stretch out his arms to surround him, but Aldo knew he couldn't do that, it would make Carlos Ross felt driven to a dead end, and his heart that had finally softened hardened again, and he might say more hurtful words again.
Although within the tolerance range... the lethality really cannot be underestimated.
"Let's start over." He whispered in an almost pleading voice, "Don't hide from me anymore, don't talk to me on purpose, don't even bother to look at me... Please."
Carlos was silent.
"I beg you."
"I… "
When Carlos spoke, Aldo held his breath.
Carlos turned his head to avoid his sight: "Let me think about it."
Then Carlos quickly bypassed Aldo and went straight to the bathroom, turning his back to him and said, "Didn't you say you were going to the temple? Don't dawdle."
Aldo leaned sideways against the wall, looking at the bathroom door closed in front of him, the pleading expression on his face receded, and a smile slowly appeared.
As long as the death penalty becomes a reprieve, he can further make it a fixed term, a commutation of the sentence, and finally an acquittal.
A good start, Aldo said to himself, picked up the coat that was thrown over the back of the chair, and went back to his room to freshen up.
On the contrary, Gal made a fuss when he saw Carlos: "Seriously, I was the one who almost swallowed half of his brain, right? Why can't you get up after lying down like a Sleeping Beauty? I almost thought Gotta get someone to kiss you awake—what's wrong with your neck?"
"I hate turtlenecks, it makes me feel like a chicken being choked," even though Carlos still felt a bit guilty and tugged on the shirt he put on to cover a certain wound. Gao Ling glanced at Gal angrily, "Besides, Mr. Xie Cai, I went to Death Valley to fight monsters when you got down, okay—what the hell are you holding in your hand?"
"Lily and Mike gave it to you. They came to visit you." Gal smiled maliciously and handed him a poster.
Carlos raised his eyebrows higher and higher. After looking sideways and vertically for a long time, he asked hesitantly: "This one-meter-long chin... is it a person?"
"The male protagonist in Disney's "Sleeping Beauty" animation," Gal explained fearfully, "is the one who wakes up the princess who has been sleeping for a hundred years with a kiss..."
Aldo came down from upstairs and asked casually, "Who has been asleep for a hundred years?"
Gal was dumbfounded, realizing that the real "Sleeping Beauty" who had been asleep for a thousand years had been accidentally shot, and then he noticed the bruise on the corner of Aldo's mouth, and his eyes paused on it.
Aldo calmly pretended that it didn't exist, without any intention of explaining it. Fortunately, Gal was not Evan. After only a few glances, he realized his impoliteness, and looked away as if nothing had happened.
Carlos pasted the stupid poster on Gall's head, and complained casually: "You bunch of bastards and unworthy descendants will be punished one day."
Gal followed suit and laughed a couple of times, then looked at his back as he was walking out, while quickly packing up his things and quickly followed, thinking bitterly: Isn't it retribution for me to be like this now