Several hunters sat around Carlos and listened to his detailed description of the characteristics and habits of different types of difu—that was different from the textbook "Research on Difu Types". Every difu he described vividly, They were all slaughtered by him.
Amy was the busiest, he was responsible for dealing with all the injured people, and he was in a hurry.
Evan surrounded the magic circle by himself, took out a small notebook from his arms through his gloves, awkwardly stretched out his fingers from the heavy clothes, pinched the signature pen that was not dripping, and compared it with the magic circle. The finished product, as well as the dozen detailed explanations that Aldo gave him, started to record.
Aldo stood aside and watched, often opening his mouth to give him some pointers.
He is very suitable to be a good teacher, and any point is concise and clear.
Gal helped Louis into the tent, let him rest for a while, and then walked over, listened for a while, looked at Evan and remembered the notes, and nodded to Aldo: "Thank you very much, sir, with you In comparison, my mentor is incompetent."
"It's nothing." Aldo glanced at him, and said plainly, "I can specially approve him to attend my magic circle class—not everyone can sit down and study it for hours or even days or years. The magic circle is finished."
Evan didn't expect that the rare praise he encountered came from this gentleman. This kind of heavyweight praise is simply a top ten! He raised his head excitedly, like a big dog wagging its tail.
"Of course," Aldo added coolly, "It doesn't take everyone that long to draw a magic circle."
A basin of cold water was poured onto Evan's head with a bang, and even the corners of Gal's mouth twitched.
"By the way, we—Carl and I," Aldo looked at Carlos who didn't know what to say from a distance, and he was smiling brightly, and said to Gal, "Maybe we will move out after a while, so long Time has caused you a lot of trouble, I am very sorry, and you are welcome to visit often in the future."
Of course, it would be better if you don't bother us.
Gal's smile condensed at the corner of his mouth, and then he asked in a low voice, "Where are you moving?"
"The old site of Flaret Manor." Aldo said, when he looked at Carlos, he couldn't help but put a soft smile on his face, "That was his home."
Gal was silent.
If you think about it with your toes, it wouldn't be the real estate bought by that poor Carlos—it should be said that he really deserves to be the archbishop of Al, who can step on Carlos' weakness with every move.
Gal used to think he was very smart, but he never knew how far Archbishop Alfred's gaze could fall when he opened his eyes—it seemed that except for Carlos, he had already predicted a thousand years ago. Everything that will happen in the next year, everything he does is like playing chess. It seems that they are unrelated, but when they are connected together, they are found to be a complete game.
With the help of Krystal's forbidden technique, Satan was imprisoned, and the enchantment with the dark power as the core was perfectly constructed. Since then, Krystal's balance technique has been stripped away, and the opponent has been continuously weakened for a thousand years. So much so that after a thousand years, High Priest Kleisto had no choice but to form an alliance again.
And because of the existence of the enchantment, Difu is getting less and less, and the energy that can be burned by the enchantment core is also less and less. He will come out again at this time to continue the enchantment... and at the same time, he is also continuing the temple.
Awaken the people who are dreaming and dying in peace, and then pass on the chivalry of the temple thousands of years ago like sparks.
"Will you take care of him?" Gal asked.
Aldo shook his head: "Didn't you realize that he is the one who doesn't need to be taken care of by others? He can live without anyone in his life, and he can entertain himself and live a good life without heart. ... I can't, I'm the one who... can't leave him."
Gal said slightly stingingly: "Is that so, it's just that I think that His Excellency the archbishop never misses what he wants."
Aldo accepted his "praise" unceremoniously: "Thank you, but I think it is true."
"But Karl is not your trophy," Gal said coldly, "If you have wronged him, I reserve the right to bring him back at any time."
Yo? This is a demonstration
Aldo raised his eyebrows, and said sleekly and sharply: "I think that if that Earl Charles Flarret was still alive, he might say the same thing as you, no wonder Karl always thinks you are very similar. "
"No one likes to be a substitute for another person, not even one's own ancestor," Gall said.
He followed Aldo's gaze and found that Carlos was stuffed with bandages and medicines by Amy, and was instructed to help bandage the slightly injured hunters.
The man tossed the roll of bandage in the air and caught it again, making a big face at Amy.
"But for him, I'd be anyone," Gal said.
After listening, Aldo just nodded calmly: "I thank you on his behalf."
Gal's fist clenched for a moment, and then loosened again. He tried his best to look as nonchalant as possible, and looked down at Evan—the latter was terrified by the atmosphere of their sudden tension.
"I'm very sorry, Evan, I'm not very good at magic circles." Gal successfully squeezed out a "kind" smile that a mentor should have, "Your Excellency Aldo is willing to guide you, I am very happy for you, I hope You can cherish the opportunity to learn more."
Evan nodded ignorantly.
Gal picked up his Dawn Thorn and walked towards Carlos who was trying to wrap a hunter's hand into a bun in the distance: "A Band-Aid is enough for his wound. Are you sure you didn't deliberately torment him?"
A little golden medal that was rescued, dared not speak out, looked at Gal with tears in his eyes.
Carlos asked suspiciously, "What did you create?"
Gal dug out the simple supplies of modern medicine from the emergency kit, which successfully aroused the startled exclamation of the country bumpkin.
They rested in place for less than an hour, their faces were still pale, but Louis, who was obviously more energetic, came out of the tent and asked Carlos, "Do we still need to hurry?"
"Let everyone rest for a while, and you too." Carlos raised his paw, which was obviously not wounded, but had three Band-Aids wrapped around one finger, and patted the snow that fell on his body. "The road ahead is very long." difficult."
The road ahead is difficult.
The battle the night before was so fierce that they did not encounter a large-scale Difu in the back. The further they went up the Jueying Mountain, the more calm the hunters who would have been excited for a long time seeing a demon-level corpse —The elites proved their excellence with their extremely good adaptability, and quickly adapted to this fighting mode.
What is really difficult is the absolute shadow mountain itself.
After noon, after passing through a sunken valley, the temperature dropped sharply below the freezing point. Carlos led everyone to stop in a cave behind a hillside, his face was slightly blue from the cold.
"Take a rest here." His teeth chattered a little, and his voice seemed to be slurred, "Don't fall asleep, take out all the heating equipment and put it on your body, those who can eat, hurry up now Eat a little, high energy."
This is obviously not a suitable place to rest, Aldo asked: "What's in front?"
"Extremely cold glacier—and Leo, no matter what happens, your arrows that make you scream when you shoot them can no longer be used, they will cause an avalanche." Carlos took off his gloves, rubbed his hands, and chanted a spell Wen, a sapphire blue flame rose from the palm of his hand, and all the people nearby felt the warmth from the flame. Carlos read it again, and the flame became bigger, and gradually it spread into the air, spreading His whole body was surrounded by a blue film.
"Remember this," Carlos used his fingers to draw the pronunciation of the incantation and the sentence sentence on the snow, "Those who are not good at incantation can practice now, without this, I can't think of how to let you pass that place. "
Amy tentatively stretched her hand into the film, her eyes were round: "What is this? Automatic air-conditioning? It's amazing!"
The film made a soft sound, shattered in the air, and disappeared from Carlos, which made him shiver fiercely: "Believe me, sir, this air conditioner is very heavy, and you can't even carry it for twenty minutes." Can't hold on."
He tore open a new pack of jerky with his teeth. In the cold, the jerky was as hard as a rock, and the slightly pungent seasoning floated on it, but the human tongue was numb from the cold, and even the muscles of chewing seemed to be numb. Less sensitive, eating becomes a struggle.
Carlos felt the hard and cold thing scratching down his esophagus, and said to Evan with a sad face: "I really miss your bisque."
Mr. Gorado, who was regarded as a cook, suddenly felt a heavy mission on his shoulders.
"I must go back alive," he vowed, "God, I thought you liked junk fast food and avoided the food I made!"
Carlos' eyes were a little teary from the cold wind: "If you can't be a hunter, you will definitely be a good cook!"
Evan felt that he had finally met a confidant in his life for so many years: "Actually, I am also good at repairing second-hand goods and sewing some simple clothes. When my mother sent me to the temple, I was really sad to death because I My dreams were shattered, you know, I could have become a housekeeping professional and organized my own company!"
Carlos: "Yeah yeah, my dream was to be a singer, but it..."
"It's been shattered since you were born. Seriously, my dear, even the dark elves won't want to eat your throat." Aldo finished studying the short but succinct incantation - he could see it at a glance, This was modified by Carlos himself based on an attack spell.
Some words in the handed down mantras are actually useless, such as the "dedication" hidden at the beginning, which was added by people in ancient times to express fear to the gods, but hunters who only follow the scriptures have forgotten this point. However, Carlos's own original spells do not have such burdens.
"Can't this spell be improved? It consumes too much physical strength and vitality. I'm not sure how many people can survive twenty minutes."
"If it is an attack spell, of course it can be improved. The problem is that it is now used to keep warm, and its speed must be controlled very precisely. You have to resist the erosion of the cold, and be careful not to overdo it and burn yourself into a mush. Chicken, it’s my quick wit to figure it out when I’m on the verge of life and death—you don’t want to stand and talk without pain in your back.”
Aldo laughed: "Okay, okay, I didn't mean it when I said that your singing is ugly... Well, at least I like it very much, but it may not meet the public's aesthetics."
Carlos had an expression of "Do I look so easy to deceive?" and said disdainfully, "Is there any essential difference between this and the statement just now?"
"Okay, both of you—how long is the extremely cold glacier, and how low is the temperature?" Louis interrupted them both.
"I saw a man who was taller and a little bit stronger than me," Carlos said, "walked six steps on the glacier, and then he was frozen, and he was swept down the cliff by a gust of wind—extreme cold The glacier is not very long, maybe you can run across it in five minutes on flat ground, but it is less than one meter wide, and the ice is as smooth as a mirror."
All the hunters who were muttering and practicing spells stopped and stared at Carlos dumbfounded.
The green-eyed man shrugged: "Look, I don't have the talent to be a bard, because I'll never learn how to speak exaggeratedly, it's true, that man technically walked five and a half steps , failed to step on the sixth step."
"Can't we take a detour?" Gal asked.
"Yes." Carlos said, "But the one I will take you is the one with the highest security and the easiest way to pass. If anyone is curious, we can try other itineraries when we come back."
The hunters' enthusiasm for practicing spells immediately increased by several percentage points.
At the same time, the food consumption became more and more serious. Carlos found that he had overestimated them by saying "twenty minutes". Amy only persisted for less than seven minutes. Numb and sluggish, his face turned pale.
This was a symptom of hypoglycemia. Someone grabbed him and quickly stuffed a piece of chocolate into his mouth.
It took a full three minutes for Amy to see clearly that the person supporting him was Louis.
Louis looked at his ugly face for a while, then took out all the chocolates he brought from his pocket and stuffed them for him: "I think it might be better if you keep this in your mouth."
"Oh..." Amy's face was still pale, but he smiled weakly, "You stuffed candy into my mouth, but I didn't take the opportunity to lick your finger, really..."
Louis's serious expression remained unchanged. He interrupted Amy and said, "I think otherwise, you should stay?"
Amy was taken aback.
"The front is too dangerous for you." Louis said matter-of-factly, "I personally think it's better for you to stay here."
"No," Amy took a step back, leaned against the wall, and stuffed another piece of chocolate into her mouth, "If something unexpected happens, without a therapist, who will handle it? Carlos? Are you sure you all have Aldo Your Excellency’s powerful vitality has not been 'treated' to death by him for so many years? Moreover, he is completely unfamiliar with modern medicine, so it is impossible for him to take care of all of you."
Louis frowned.
"And... You said you would protect me, didn't you, Mr. Priest?"