Mr. Goode stood up, and the hunters who were standing by the door spontaneously stepped aside. The man who looked exactly like the statue walked in calmly. Following his footsteps, There was a sudden commotion in a cabinet in the archbishop's office, as if something was knocking on the door of the cabinet desperately.
Mr. Goode opened the cupboard, and a dazzling light appeared in the room immediately, and Michelle exclaimed in a low voice, "The archbishop's scepter!"
The archbishop's scepter seemed to be attracted by something, and it rushed out of the cabinet quickly, and landed accurately in the arms of the blond man. The blond man was taken aback for a moment, a gentle look suddenly appeared on his indifferent face, and he gently brushed the scepter with his fingers: "It's good to see you, old man."
However, he didn't hold the scepter in his hand for too long. The man turned his head, raised the scepter with both hands, stepped forward and handed it to Mr. Goode, and said softly: "But I am no longer holding the scepter. That person."
Mr. Goode took it solemnly, but did not take his gaze away from the face of the man in front of him. The old man asked with respect, "Your Excellency is Archbishop Leo Alder?"
"I'm Leo Aldo." The man's voice was still very soft, but he held his breath when he said a few words, "Which term are you in?"
"Six hundred and thirty-fourth, Charles Arnold Goode." Mr. Goode put down his scepter, put his hands on his shoulders, retracted his chubby belly with difficulty, and performed an ancient meeting ceremony, "'Create the most The great people of the glorious age, the scepter will always remember their glory', it has been in my hand for twenty years, I have never seen it so excited-then, great ancestors, you are some The warning of the prophet, or the illusion left by thousands of years ago?"
The man who called himself Leo Aldo smiled lightly, but just like the statues placed in the yard, even when he smiled, there was always a little worry in his brows and eyes, and the smile was fleeting : "I'm just a ghost guarding the 'enchantment', Mr. Goode, please follow me."
The temple has gone through thousands of years, and has been repaired several times on a small scale, but it is only for the outer part that is open to tourists. No one can touch the real core of the temple, and there are countless profound magic circles hidden in the past. , many of them are now lost, it is undoubtedly dangerous to wander around casually.
Mr. Goode asked the others to wait in the office, and he brought Gal and Sculler supported by Louis. The four of them followed the blond man who appeared suddenly into the center of the temple that had not been touched for many years. The man knew all about the opening and closing of the magic circle, as if what he walked in was only his backyard.
They walked through a long, dark passage, and followed hundreds of steps to the deep underground. The moment they landed, everyone was shocked, as if an inaudible voice directly touched their hearts. Like the soul, it came from the depths of the earth.
Gal asked, "What's that?"
"It's the core of the enchantment." Archbishop Aldo, who was walking in front, explained without looking back, "It's in my tomb."
"Your... tomb?" Louis came back to his senses, walking all the way, the historian's eyes were obviously not enough.
"The core of the enchantment is in my tomb. If the enchantment is destroyed after many years, I will be awakened from the kingdom of death again." Aldo's words seem to have some kind of magical rhythm, which sounds like a gust of wind As if sweeping people's minds, "I handed over the scepter to my next successor. As for myself, the only remaining mission is to protect the enchantment."
"So, have you lived thousands of years?" Louis asked.
"The new sword-wielding priest?" The man turned his head and looked at him, as if remembering something, his eyes softened, "No, child, no one can survive for thousands of years, I just injected a part of my life and soul into the knot As long as the barrier is still healthy, I will not wake up... There is no sound, no feeling, and no light. From the definition, I should be considered dead in those years."
"Here we are." Then he paused and announced softly.
Mr. Goode and the others raised their heads and found a huge arch in front of them. It was originally tightly closed, but when the blond man stood there, it slowly opened to both sides, and the blue light inside was like the sea from the gap. Drilling out softly, everyone can feel the tremor from the soul.
"This is the core of the enchantment."
The enchantment is great because it is like another ozone layer with human beings, although the people living in it have already turned a blind eye to it.
But John was fascinated when he saw the world for the first time.
It is more charming than the exquisite porcelain in Gal’s kitchen, more charming than a box full of chocolates of various flavors in the living room, more charming than those transparent glass like crystals, machines that can cool and heat at will, and can travel thousands of miles away. Small boxes for talking to others, glowing mushrooms, etc., all together make people fascinated.
Everyone he saw looked so happy.
The air here is not good. According to Evan’s explanation, it is because of industrial pollution, but there is no bloody smell, and the whole world is running peacefully under the action of that invisible protective film... This is what they even dreamed of back then. less than an era.
Taking into account his injuries, Evan did not take him for a walk, but thoughtfully drove the car around the mid-level area. John sat in the running "bread" as he wished, and couldn't help it when he sat on it. Touching things here and there, I was stunned for a while when the car started, then I lay down on the window, freshly looking at the rapidly reversing scene outside.
"I've never been in a carriage so smooth," he asked. "How did you get it to run, man?"
Only half a day after Gal and the others left, Evan got acquainted with the legendary "Mr. Mysterious Priest" by his Christian name. Because the other party is not mysterious at all, he is lively and curious, and often bursts out some humorous metaphors, hearty and loves to laugh. When he laughed, his pale face and unusually deep eyes became approachable, almost like a college boy who had no intentions.
Evan said: "Look, the brakes, the accelerator—just step on this thing, the car has the strength to run, a steering wheel, automatic shifting, very simple, and you will master it soon."
John thought carefully for two seconds: "I don't think I can step on such a big iron guy with just one foot."
Evan laughed: "Are you kidding me?"
"What?" John's eyes widened, and then he kept this expression for a moment, and he couldn't help laughing, "Of course I am."
"It's so nice." He leaned on the co-pilot's seat and said with emotion, "You guys are so nice here."
The smile on Evan's face slowly faded. John's exclamation reminded him of Louis's evaluation of his hatred of iron and steel. Most of the waste is recruited, a large part of which is for reasons of peace.
He suddenly asked in a low voice: "I heard from Instructor Meiguert and Gal that you used to be a sword-wielding priest, right?"
"In a special period, I'm just acting as a substitute." John said, "I planned to resign after the end of the war, but who knew that before it was too late, I came here inexplicably."
"Then you must be very good." Evan's voice was a little muffled.
John looked over at him.
"My grades have never been good, and I'm probably the most stupid student," Evan showed a little embarrassed expression under his clear eyes, "Instructor Meggert asked me to go back and make up the exam. The only hunter who has to make up the exam after the internship period."
"Is the bad grades due to haemorrhage?" John asked.
Evan pursed his lips, he looked extremely depressed: "This is really a hell, right? If Mr. Goode hadn't been kind, I think I would have been fired."
"Who is Mr. Good?"
"Mr. Charles Goode, he is our Archbishop."
John nodded, he thought for a moment, and suddenly said: "You know... Actually, many people suffer from blood dizziness."
Evan squeezed out a smile: "Are you trying to comfort me with this? No thanks, many people are still afraid of caterpillars and mice, but I guess most of them are girls who haven't graduated from middle school."
"When I was an apprentice in the temple, one of my classmates also had blood faints at first." John shrugged, "but he became a remarkable person later on."
Evan parked the car at the intersection, waited for the traffic light, lowered his head and whispered, "This is impossible."
"I didn't think it was possible," John said, "because I really hated him, but then he turned out to be such a wonderful person that I couldn't eat it when I heard the bad news—hey, why did we Stopped? Oh... what are those round cakes lined up in a row? And glowing red!"
"It's a traffic light. A red light means that people walking in our direction must stop. It's the turn of people walking in the opposite direction. When the light turns green, turn around to prevent collisions."
John whistled, "That's a really good idea!"
"Yeah," Evan seemed to be a little infected by his happiness. After a while, he asked again, "Do I have to hate me for me to become a great person?"
"Come on!" John punched him on the shoulder, and the two laughed at the same time.
Then, John spent the rest of his journey fussing. The car had already driven out of the mid-levels and into the center of the city. They were walking on a wide and dust-free road with viaducts extending in all directions. The high-rise buildings that can only be seen clearly when you bend your neck, the colored glass occasionally refracts light to the ground, flashing by, and there is a huge advertising screen hanging outside the department store.
There are young women wearing clothes of various colors, walking gracefully, and men walking in a hurry, holding a small box like Gale and talking to someone quickly while walking, children chasing after the peddler who sells balloons, and being caught by him After the mother came back and forcibly took her away, she burst into tears.
John finally fell silent, and his whole body was almost stuck to the window of the car—there were so many new things that it was too late to ask in the blink of an eye.
Evan parked the car in the underground parking lot under the shopping mall, went around to the other side and opened the door from the outside, and helped the unusually energetic injured patient out.
They took the elevator together, and every time the elevator went up, John felt a little uneasy, lest the small house would fall from such a high place.
Afterwards, they bought clothes together. Because it was not a weekend, there were not many customers in the men's wear area, so they didn't have to queue up. When they came out of the clothing area, Evan wanted the wounded to rest and go to the supermarket by himself, but was firmly rejected.
The older ADHD child simply refuses to sit down and wait for someone.
And in the supermarket, John experienced the joy of taking things at random in a place full of goods... Of course, he still has to check out before going out.
The last two men sat down to rest in the coffee shop on the first floor.