The limited space of the auditorium seems to be extended to no end, and a "real" war is going on there, and powerful Difu emerges endlessly, bringing the smell of carrion and blood. After half an hour, all defenses begin to be stretched. , the organization that appeared to be organized at first slowly showed signs of collapse as the number of people became smaller and smaller.
Someone's voice was hoarse, someone accidentally sat on the ground, and couldn't help crying under the oppression of death. They seemed to have forgotten that this place used to be an auditorium, not a cemetery with no end in sight. The place where the bones are buried.
The people in the monitoring room fell silent together. After an unknown period of time, Louis asked in a low voice, "Was the battle of the black robes back then... also so tragic?"
Carlos, who was recording something, turned around with a blink of an eye, and shrugged: "Black robe? How is that possible—this is at best a medium-sized Difu attack, almost a common event during festivals."
Then his eyes fell on the monitor screen, he paused, and said lightly: "During the battle of the black robes, we almost ran out of ammunition and food. The tragedy of the war and the casualties are minor, the key is Supplies are extremely scarce, food and medicine are unsustainable, and there are fewer and fewer people. It seems that most of the members are scattered bounty hunters who have escaped from various places. The remaining real Templars... How many? One-tenth ?”
"Less than one fifteenth." Aldo said precisely, "including underage apprentices."
Carlos laughed: "I have been wandering outside for so many years, and I have never tasted the feeling of being hungry. I didn't expect to go back to the temple, but it made me feel solidly what a refugee is."
"Don't you even have enough food?" Louis asked.
"Food is definitely not enough. At the beginning, some wild game could be hunted as meat and vegetables. Later, the temple was besieged, and the only food that could be eaten was Difu's corpse." When Aldo said this, he thought of something and smiled. , glanced at Carlos, "You also invented that... what? Difu sandwich?"
"The ribs of the black fish are sandwiched with the thigh meat of the dark elves. It would be even better if there are a few leaves of wild vegetables." Carlos showed a little nostalgic expression, "Don't look ugly, the meat on the ribs is raw The taste is quite good, it tastes a bit like the wasabi-stained ones on the eastern islands... um, sashimi? It's a pity that the great bishop doesn't appreciate it and refuses to accept new things—every day, he boils it in water or uses fire Don't you get tired of roasting?"
"Compared to eating raw meat, these are more tolerable." Aldo shrugged, "Seriously Carl, your creativity is really disgusting sometimes."
Dark creatures are not suitable for eating. Even if they don't say it, everyone present knows that the taste will definitely not taste like fish that grew up in clean water. They will emit the unique and deep-rooted rot that comes from the world without light-not to mention the rotten corpses cleaned on the battlefield, and even freshness may not be guaranteed.
Carlos also joked: "But it is good for the teeth. I think that if Difu is used for a long time, humans may also grow strong big buck teeth like abyssal jackals!"
Aldo: "I can't see where they conform to the aesthetics of which era, and the human face is too flat. With such a pair of fangs, the first thing to suffer is your own jaw."
In fact, Gal has always wanted to ask Carlos why he returned to the temple at the most dangerous time, and also wanted to ask Aldo why he was able to guard the temple for so many years without hesitation, but now, he found that these questions are all It doesn't make sense anymore.
Because they are the kind of people who will fight to the end after a thousand gold promises.
The virtual battle ended within an hour and a half, the lights in the auditorium suddenly turned on, the fog and the false atmosphere of the cemetery dissipated, the psychedelic magic circle was cut off, all the doors and windows were opened together, and the long-lost fresh air flowed in, waking up All the people who seem to have lived and died.
There was deathly silence in the auditorium, and they hadn't recovered from the "death".
A few minutes later, the hunters got up from the ground one after another in embarrassment, touched the "fatal wound" on their bodies in disbelief, and found that the skin there was still smooth. Then they suddenly understood that this was a big upside-down dream. Finally someone yelled out loudly: "What's going on?"
The door of the monitoring room was pushed open, and Aldo walked straight out of it. Except for the senior old hunters who had bumped into him in Mr. Good's office when he came out of the underground palace on the first day, most of them People don't know who he is. Yet they all grew up looking at the statues in the garden.
Who is this man
Why did he have a face exactly like the statue
Aldo lowered his eyes, stood on the podium in the auditorium, glanced at everyone present, and strangely made people quiet again.
"My name," and he said, "Leo Leslie Aldo."
It was as if thunder had fallen, and there was an uproar.
Aldo stood quietly on the small podium of the large auditorium, the soft light fell on his head and body, he stretched out his palm, the auditorium was knocked away, and the archbishop's scepter flew straight from the heads of the crowd However, it fell into his hand accurately, emitting a blinding white light.
Then he said the second sentence: "The enchantment core is aging, the damage is beyond your imagination, and the repair progress is not satisfactory-although it can still play a protective role, in the future, you will face more and more problems. Advanced or even demon level Difu, there are endless scenes that may be more dangerous than the mock battle just now. If someone feels that they can't bear it, they can quit now. Mr. Meiguert will help you write a suitable job change recommendation letter."
After Aldo finished speaking, he deliberately waited for a minute, but no one moved.
A hunter has been trained from a very young age, learning all kinds of skills needed to become a hunter, which has become their lifelong career, and even compared with a thousand years ago, their training intensity has become smaller and their field experience is limited. But the reason why the temple still exists is because it has not abandoned the traditions of thousands of years—these seemingly incompetent young people still carry the chivalry spirit that has long been discarded by the times.
Otherwise, decades of hard training and a profession that cannot be spoken to relatives and friends would have made them leave Sara State long ago.
"I'm very relieved." Aldo showed a long-lost smile, "You gave me hope—you must know that we are in the past after all, and the inheritance of the temple is in the present, not in the past."
His smile paused for a while, then returned to seriousness, and his eyes turned to the monitoring room next to the podium.
At the door of the monitoring room, Louis and Mr. Goode were whispering something, Carlos was still wearing his hat with a huge brim that could almost cover most of his face, standing in the corner like an unobtrusive bystander Watching quietly like the old man, he came and went quietly, always trying not to leave any traces.
Carlos seems to be as chic as the wind, and nothing can stop him, but in his heart, he always wants to hide.
It was as if he was ashamed that he still had the name "Carlos Frarette," and perhaps he felt that the youngest of the Flarettes' gifted sons should have died in the summer of his sixteenth year.
After that, what left the temple was just a wreck hiding its head and showing its tail.
He passed Flaret Hall several times without reaching out to anyone in that family, even though he missed them madly.
He came back for the temple, but with a false name, he hid under the huge hood as an invisible person, doing what he should do, as if his obsessions still remained in the world, but he could not be exposed to the sun ghost.
A living ghost.
Aldo could even imagine that when Carlos saw his name in the history book for the first time, there must have been an expression on his face as if someone had been whipped.
This is probably why... When the two of them met for the first time in this time and space, Carlos drew his sword at each other without hesitation.
He is such a proud person, but for more than ten years, he has lived, fought, and wandered around with such a mentality that deeply loathes himself.
And... refusing to admit his name.
If possible, Aldo does not want Carlos to be seen by others. It is best that only he knows all his secrets, only he can call his real name, only he can see him, and only he is the only one who arouses his emotions. source.
But…
When Aldo's eyes moved over, Carlos had an ominous premonition, which made him quickly push Gal away, lowered the brim of his hat, and planned to slip out through the small door next to him as quickly as possible. At this time, Aldo's voice has spread throughout the auditorium through the microphone.
He said, "Mr. Flaret, can you come up here?"
Carlos stopped and turned his back to him, his back was as stiff as a stone.
The hunters were silent for a moment, and suddenly someone screamed: "Flaret? My God! Which Fleurette?"
Archbishop Leo Aldo has been resurrected, so who is that person who came out of his mouth? !
Those real or fabricated histories have turned Carlos Frarete into a legend. It is even said that a director is tracing his life and filming a film called "The Last Guard". Ready for a summer release.
Carlos' palms were suddenly soaked in cold sweat. For a moment, he really wanted to smash the newly scabbard epee on Aldo's face, and his heart jumped up as if it was about to split. When acting as a priest holding a sword, he refused to embroider his name on his cuffs, but at this moment he was suddenly called out in public.
Carlos, who did not back down no matter what kind of enemy he faced, became terrified like never before, blood all over his body rushed to his limbs, and his face was as pale as death.
Aldo's calm voice came from the podium again: "Mr. Carlos Frarete, the time ban brought you back to us, don't you want to see us at all?"
The noise of the crowd almost lifted the roof of the auditorium.
Carlos turned his head, and the eyes under the brim of the hat met Aldo's gaze from a distance.
At this time, Gal grabbed Carlos' wrist and dragged him to the podium.
A moving light beam shot down from the top of the auditorium, just hitting the two of them. The hunters, who had been tossed so hard that they could barely breathe, wanted to boil with the last of their strength. They walked a short distance. For twenty minutes, it was constantly interrupted by the trembling and incoherent hunters asking for a handshake and a hug.
The most exaggerated one is Andy, his face was flushed, and he shouted loudly: "I knew it! I knew it! You killed two shadow demons in less than a day and a night! Two shadow demons! This can't be an ordinary Humans can do it!"
Then he pulled out the crumpled shirt hem from his trousers, and lifted the clothes to reveal his back: "Please sign me, write it on me, I promise I will never take a bath in my life!"
"Don't!" Gal pushed Andy away, "Don't sign for him, believe me he can really do it, we don't want to be stinked to death by him!"
People around laughed, and Carlos bent his lips with difficulty. Even with Gal escorting him, he was at a loss by the hunters who rushed up to "look up" from time to time, like a puppet. Er dragged.
Aldo put down the microphone and silently looked in the direction of the men surrounded: Look up, baby, even if it's hard—forget about John Smith's ridiculous alias.
In addition to my 'sorry', I owe you a hug and welcome back.
Welcome back to this temple that misses you, is ashamed of you, and honors you forever and ever.