Although this matter was very important, Carlos still couldn't remember where he had heard the melody in the crystal box—countless bards who had been with him could prove that this person really Not even a cell belonging to the kingdom of music has grown, and if he is asked to sing while holding the piano, he will not be able to match his mouth because of his poor sense of rhythm.
He has tried his best to distinguish that little bit of familiarity.
Louis handed this weird music box together with the mysterious key before to a pair of scholars, but unfortunately there has been no progress so far.
The training class has come into its own right now. Aldo is helping Louis revise a new teaching material for the magic circle. He spends two nights a week giving lectures in the auditorium. Anyone can listen to it, including students who haven’t graduated—as long as There is room to stand in the hallway.
Everything seems to be very peaceful, only the fluctuating accident rate with an obvious upward trend in the summary of tasks reported by the dispatching room every month, and the high-level difu haunting every now and then, which makes people vaguely feel the high The sword of Damocles hanging above his head.
As for Carlos' tutoring, it was more brutal. To be cautious, Louis only approved the admission qualification of the gold medal.
At the beginning, everyone was very dissatisfied with Mr. Meiguert's decision. After all, which child who grew up in the Temple didn't collect a few pictures of Carlos
The location of the class was chosen to be a place in the garden of the apse, so apart from the gold medal that was approved to enter, there were a lot of onlookers, and many of them even sat on the roof.
The result... The result was, of course, appalling.
After Carlos's two abstract questions and answers that tested people's imagination, Louis predicted that his expression of his courses would be infinitely close to practical.
This is reflected in the fifteen minutes after the start, except for Mr. Gal Xiaodeng who was able to get up from the ground tenaciously, the rest of the people were killed.
Since knowing Gal's mother's maiden name, Carlos has hardly spoken to him aloud, so Gal finds that he really doesn't understand the loneliness of those difu who face Carlos' sword-this is still in his sword. The case was not pulled out from the beginning to the end.
It was a sense of oppression from himself, and only those who faced him could feel it.
That is, when his eyes looked over, the person standing opposite him seemed to have felt the feeling of being hit by his sword hilt with an indescribable chill—that was a very merciless feeling pain.
When he jumped from a high place, he could push the two-meter-tall evolved black fish straight down from mid-air and hit the ground.
Even if he restrained himself deliberately, he could still sweep people out sideways.
Even if the ancient weapon is not triggered, when it sweeps across the human body at close range, at that moment, it makes people feel that there is a cold killing intent seeping in from a little place on the skin, and the internal organs can feel the sharp pain. Stinging pain, being hit, half of the body was paralyzed and unable to get up.
Gal struggled to get up for the third time—the wind from Carlos's sword was like a small knife, scraping the skin on his forehead fiercely, and a drop of cold sweat slid down the contours of his face .
There was a burning pain in the shoulder, and the sweat soaked in the clothes was like a layer of salt on it. Gal took a step back slightly, and then he felt that his knee had softened. He gasped for a few times, and his vision began to blur .
Carlos looked at his face: "Okay Gal, let's forget about today?"
His attitude suddenly softened, and Gal felt the pressure that had been firmly on him suddenly lighten up. His self-esteem as a gold medal seemed to be trampled on the ground. Carlos immediately supported him: "Hello!"
Gal's fingers gripped his sleeves, his legs were so heavy that he could barely feel them, he wanted to follow his instinct and lay down on the ground, but he also knew that this was like a person who lacks exercise insisting on running to the limit of his body, If you are soft, you can't get up, you have to hold on.
"Again..." Gal just made a sound, and he was a little out of breath. He pressed his chest and took a few breaths, "Give me another five minutes."
Carlos frowned.
Amy handed him a small glass of energy drink. Gal's hand was shaking when he took it, and he coughed after taking two sips. Carlos didn't say anything, and stood aside holding his sword, his thumb gently Drawing the new emblem on the scabbard, silently waiting for him to rest.
Gal put his hands on his knees for a while, then raised his head, a deep kindling seemed to be planted in his brown eyes.
He clenched the military bayonet for class with both hands, and stared at Carlos standing five steps away from him—the distance between them was hopelessly long, as if... that man standing there casually was a man who would never Unable to catch up and defeat undefeated opponents.
Gal took a big step forward, his muscles burst out with the final strength, and the blade drew a sharp line in the air with an upward arc, while Carlos only turned slightly sideways.
From his point of view, Gal's physical strength was almost exhausted. Although his fighting spirit remained undiminished, his speed could not keep up.
He tapped Gal's wrist lightly with the hilt of his sword very restrainedly, and commented briefly: "Too many handed out..."
At this moment, Gal showed a smile, dropped his knife directly, hung it with his backhand, pinned Carlos' sword, and at the same time recited a short incantation very quickly, Carlos' feet sank, he didn't need to Bowing his head, he could tell that this was an improved bondage—Gal seemed to have a special affinity for spells related to plants, and the location of their courses happened to be in the garden of the apse, and a secret thread came from the shelf. The vines wrapped around his calf tightly, and grew up and spread at an extremely fast speed, and they were about to bind him inside.
It worked? Gal was overjoyed, but Carlos frowned again.
A layer of frost floated on the surface of his body, which was the sweat that flowed out, and was quickly frozen. The plants under his feet suddenly experienced such a cold current, and immediately lowered his head like an eggplant beaten by frost, and was easily peeled off by Carlos. .
Gal was finally exhausted, he struggled and swayed, and fell headlong. Carlos picked him up by his collar and threw him into the arms of the therapist who was standing by.
"If my sword is taken out, that arm of yours will not belong to you now." Carlos wiped his eyes with his fingers, and the thick eyelashes were covered with a layer of hoarfrost. Frozen, he glanced at Gale and said seriously, "I don't think I taught you this kind of irrational desperation."
The therapists were finally allowed to enter the training ground, and immediately rushed forward to take away a group of people lying on the ground. One of them, by coincidence, dragged a few steps on the ground like a dead dog, and then fell headfirst on the ground. Under the feet of the sick Mr. Sculler, the old man was startled, and when he suddenly coughed while clutching his chest, the silently watching hunters were silent.
Louis turned his face away, looking up at the sky at a strange angle - it was... so tragic.
Aldo calmly finished the closing remarks for Carlos: "Before the next class, I hope you can submit a reflection report on your deficiencies in actual combat, and an advance explanation on unhealed injuries."
Then he took a big cloak from nowhere and waved to Carlos: "Come here."
The frost on Carlos' body did not dissipate, and Mr. Sculler shivered violently when he walked by. He stopped immediately, stomped on the spot, and carefully observed Mr. Sculler's face. : "Uh... sorry, sir."
The old man has been retired for a long time, even if he can't bear it, people still think in private that he doesn't look like he has a few days to live, and he is ready to see God at any time, but he still insists on coming to the temple every day.
There is a deep mark between Scowler's eyebrows, which is left by frowning for a long time because of deep thinking, making his face always look a little too serious—maybe he chose Louis as his heir because Louis is so simple. It's his copy.
Mr. Sculler waved his hands silently, but there was always a deep-rooted sorrow and worry in his eyes, that kind of worry seemed to be detached from the whole era—even though his life was about to come to an end, he couldn't help but want to Worry about posterity.
He managed to catch his breath, pushed the medicine in the hands of the nurse aside, and said to Carlos in a hoarse and low voice: "Your Excellency, are you disappointed? We are like a group of youngsters who hide in the wings of our ancestors and do not want to make progress." Birds, the wings that were once able to fly across the sky have shrunk and cannot wave."
Carlos let out an "uh" and didn't know what to say. He just felt that... this respectable old gentleman was a little too imaginative. After being embarrassed for a while, he said, "It doesn't matter, it will be fine."
Sculler shook his head, his sad eyes turned around on the faces of the lying gold medals, everyone who came into contact with this kind of eyes seemed to have done something bad, and couldn't lift it up. start.
Then he dragged his cane, and with a heavy sigh, left slowly and lonely.
This made Carlos feel a little nervous. On the way back, he couldn't help asking Gal: "What happened? Why do I feel like Satan is going to make a comeback tomorrow, and the temple is about to be in disaster?"
Half of Gal's body was numb, he didn't even dare to drive, so he could only call a taxi to transport tourists at the ticket office in the front hall, and took Aldo and Carlos back. Over the head, he showed an asymmetrical wry smile at Carlos: "It's nothing, I probably think we let him down too much."
Carlos blinked.
"What about you?" Gal asked suddenly, with an indescribable eagerness in his tone.
"What?"
"Do you feel...we've let you down?" Gal asked with difficulty.
Carlos spoke a little harshly when he was on the training ground. He was already regretting it, and immediately shook his head quickly, showing a silly face: "I will support whatever you do, even if you are useless, it is my pride." .
Gal didn't appreciate it, he lowered his eyes, slightly resembling Carlos' side face, and looked indescribably lonely: "It's also... You probably never had hope for us, did you?"
Ever since you fell into the backyard of my house, you have been running around all day without even recovering from your injuries. You probably feel that... everything can be solved by yourself, but you never thought of using the power of this superficial temple right now
"Gal..." As soon as Carlos said this, Aldo covered the back of his hand calmly. Carlos' hand trembled and subconsciously wanted to withdraw, but Aldo half-opened his eyes and shook his head at him , and signaled him to shut up quietly with his eyes.
Given that someone like Carlos with nerves thicker than his waist would never understand other people's sentimentality, his consolation usually turned into a self-defeating tragedy. Aldo thought he was trying to stop him from speaking stupidly - of course, the righteous Archbishop Aldo would never admit that he was taking advantage of the opportunity.
Aldo sometimes feels a little incredible when he thinks of his patience and self-control—he has almost practiced this kind of almost... Well, what did those young people say
Oh, the "schizophrenic" schizophrenia.
He was able to sit there with the old god on the ground like a worldly expert with his eyes closed, while frantically thinking about the body, soul and everything of the person next to him.
Or while watching him repairing the juniors with a straight face, sometimes shaking his head solemnly in line with Mr. Sculler's expression of bitterness and hatred, while wandering in his mind, he was thinking about pushing Carlos in the garden. Dry.
When Carlos has been devoting himself to pouring cold water on him, this anxiety is sometimes extinguished by his cold eyes and hurtful words. Perhaps the pain always makes people sober. Aldo had clear goals and clear thinking at that time, and he was able to constantly adjust Course of action, and occasionally interrupted by some unprepared urgent missions happening in the Temple.
But when Carlos finally agreed to think about it and stop bothering him, Aldo found that something had happened—he seemed to be roasted on the fire all the time.
People are always dissatisfied, getting a little bit will make him yearn for more.
He always felt that his patience was running out.
"It's really difficult." Aldo glanced at Carlos with an upright and serious expression, and then sat on the back seat of the taxi with his eyes closed like a gentleman, "Damn it."