The enchantment is like a plant that is about to die, and is suddenly injected with water, and it is full of vitality again.
But Aldo's work was not over. He began to adjust the structure of the magic circle on the original basis, obviously out of concern for his allies, and he was extremely wary of what the other party provided.
The day after their return, Mr. Good bought a new set of photographic equipment with Gal's help, claiming to learn how to be an amateur photographer. He read various photography magazines with great interest every day, piled up everywhere in the archbishop's office.
Barrier was a problem for him. Now that the problem is resolved, he thinks that he can almost prepare for retirement and retire, so he left all the big and small things to Louis, and began to look for the next candidate for the archbishop. .
This avid photographer is good at juggling power, but he is not obsessed with power. The experience of being a hunter when he was young has left him with a sense of honor that shameless politicians do not have—although he looks a bit like an old urchin, and a bit Like throwing away the treasurer, and luckily caught up with Carlos' time travel and the archbishop's awakening, so that those seemingly extremely complicated things were almost solved without his hands.
However, his whole life of management has left a solid temple for the younger generation.
Unprecedented wealth, with the smoothest public relations in history.
Some archbishops are very talented and are absolute leaders; some archbishops are highly respected and can become spiritual leaders that everyone expects; Salary and the most unhindered work pass.
It's hard to say which of them is more successful.
In short, Mr. Good’s behavior of shaking hands caused great pressure on Louis—everyone had a short vacation after returning from the Shadow Mountain, to recuperate the body and mind that had been severely drilled, except for Louis Meg Mr Walter.
When Amy came to him, Louis had just been freed from three consecutive days of overtime work. Since returning from the Shadow Mountain, this was the first day he was able to lock the office door before dinner time.
"No, wait!" Amy Shanhu rushed over with his inherent fragrant wind, and slapped the document on Louis's door before he closed the door, "Wait... sign for me first."
Amy ran so fast that the fragrant wind blowing was two levels higher than usual. Before Louis could speak, he turned his head and sneezed.
"Oh, well." Amy shrugged, and stepped back a little graciously, "I hope this won't affect your opinion on the next quarter's budget for the medical department."
That should be an increase—considering the secondary damage of the patients smoked by this biochemical weapon.
Of course, Louis didn't say this, because Amy was neither an apprentice who could be mean at will, nor a friend like Gale who could speak freely to each other.
He just rubbed his nose lightly, silently took the budget review form, and stood at the door of the office to read it.
Therapist Amy Berg's plain makeup, which is relatively in line with the public's aesthetics, was gone forever after coming down from Juying Mountain. When Louis signed and returned the budget to him, Amy held her hands in her chest He leaned against the wall and said, "I thought you would frown again when you saw my virtue."
"That's your freedom." Louis took off the anti-radiation glasses and pinned them to his chest.
Those guys who look grotesque to the point of being perverted are not necessarily perverted.
Every time Louis thought of the therapist on the glacier who was struggling but still encouraged others, he felt that no matter how weird he was, he could be forgiven.
If it's really a gemstone, how does it affect its value even if it's wrapped in crumpled plastic bags
Amy looked at him and said suddenly, "I'm actually... I was thinking about something a while ago."
Although Louis didn't ask, he stopped politely, indicating that he was listening.
"For example, do you want to have a sex change operation?" Amy paused, and said it in a deliberately relaxed tone like "Do you want to have banana pancakes tonight?"
Louis was silent for a while, and suggested solemnly: "I think, maybe you should first understand the safety of the operation and the maturity of the technology."
Amy was stunned: "I thought... most people would find it very unacceptable. You see... I am a man, born to be, but I want to use knives and instruments to turn myself into a woman..."
However, before Louis could speak, Amy laughed: "But you are not most people, I have always known."
Louie: "Thank you for your compliment."
"Then if I really become a woman, will you fall in love with me?" Amy asked, "Maybe just like Mrs. Michelle, the therapist Laura, no different women, can we be together? "
Lu Yi didn't answer this time, he spent a longer time in silence, so long that the light of hope in Amy's eyes had almost dimmed.
"I don't know," said Louie finally, "maybe, maybe not, maybe you'll find our personalities don't fit, maybe... I can't promise you anything."
That's enough, Amy's nose suddenly turned sour, but fortunately the heavy eye makeup can cover his red eyes - that's enough, he is such a man who promises money.
"Hey, listen," Amy took out a small bottle from her pocket and stuffed it to Louis, "This is the grass stalk liquid extracted from the batweed on Juying Mountain. There are six bottles on the submission list. If you If you can pretend not to know that I have extracted eight bottles in total, I will secretly give you one bottle, how about it?"
Louis raised his eyebrows: "You can choose not to tell me."
"I want to share the spoils with you." Amy made a grimace, blew him a kiss, turned and walked out, "Mr. Scowler's condition deteriorated in the afternoon, you know, he always looks so gloomy, I really doubt he's worried about something - maybe you want to see him in therapy, bye."
The so-called "peaceful life" does not mean that nothing happens, but that everything can be done step by step, instead of a sword hanging in everyone's heart, who may be stabbed to death at any time.
When Aldo opened the door, Carlos was already asleep, the bed was still dimly lit, he was lying on his side, his hair was scattered on the sheet, the quilt fell to his waist, and a button of his pajamas was undone. A section of well-proportioned chest is exposed, which is vaguely half-hidden to the waist.
Aldo sat gently by his bed and stared at him for a while.
Carlos finally opened his eyes a tiny slit.
"It's me." Aldo rubbed his face with his palm, "Go to sleep."
Carlos closed his eyes again, but opened them again after a while, and said vaguely, "There are two chicken bones on the bed."
Aldo, who was already half lying down, paused, reached out his hand to touch the head of the bed with a strange expression, and found a small package of chicken bones... It's hard for him to know not to throw the oily chicken bones directly on the bed sheet, and wrapped it in paper.
"Aren't you worried about your teeth at all?" Aldo threw the chicken bone aside dumbfounded.
The corners of Carlos' mouth curled up slightly.
Aldo lay down next to him, and when he rolled over, his shoulders tilted to the side, and he hit another hard object. He sighed, reached out to touch, and found a half-eaten box of pies from under the sheet. .
Aldo: "..."
Carlos muffled a laugh.
"Do you have to make your bed into a big trap that is dangerous every step of the way?" Aldo raised his forehead, "What else, take them out together!"
Carlos got up, dragged out a candy box from under the pillow, shook the quilt again, a comic book with missing pages that someone got for him fell down together with the epee, and then, at the foot of the bed There was a light sound from somewhere, and a cylindrical biscuit barrel rolled to the ground.
"I forgot about it." Carlos crawled over to the foot of the bed, trying to pick up the biscuit tin with his arms outstretched.
For some reason, Aldo remembered a sentence from Gale's mother, Mrs. Shawden: "I actually thought you were an adult!"
Carlos struggled to help the biscuit barrel that almost rolled away, but before he could get up, Aldo suddenly threw him from behind and pressed him on the bed.
"I think I should spank you, boy," Aldo said.
Carlos looked at him sideways: "Should I write an inspection, Dad?"
Aldo's palm rubbed against his back and moved down gently, Carlos cried out nervously: "Hey! Hey! Don't be serious! I didn't know you would come today, otherwise I would clean them up Clean!"
"Yesterday and the night before yesterday were too late, so I might as well live in the temple," Aldo looked at the sharp waistline exposed under the pajamas that the other party lifted up during the fight, his eyes darkened, his voice lowered slightly, and he leaned over Close to Carlos' ear and said, "I miss you today."
Carlos, who had no sense of crisis, asked, "What's wrong with the enchantment?"
"No... It's just that I heard that Kevin Watson appeared in Sara State yesterday. I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling..."
Aldo gently held his earlobe, and said vaguely: "But the modification of the enchantment has reached the final stage, I know what he wants to do, and I will be prepared..."
His hand had already slipped into Carlos' pajamas, and some guy who was out of state reacted and asked tentatively: "Leo, do you want to..."
Aldo slightly twisted his chin, kissed him very tenderly, and lightly rubbed Carlos' lips with his slightly pointed canines—it seemed that no matter what he did, he seemed to have a feeling of ease and even patience.
Carlos raised his hand and touched his neck. The bruise left on Juying Mountain was almost healed, and there was still a shallow layer left, which could not be seen without looking carefully. He thought for a while, and finally said painfully: "I seem to owe you one more time, fuck... ok ok... eh!"
Someone who was "comfortable" and "excessively patient" finally couldn't pretend anymore, which made Carlos suddenly feel as if he had made a huge mistake.
Just then, the phone rang.
At this time, it is definitely not a man who can care about an inexplicable phone call.
After a dozen rings, the phone was automatically disconnected. Carlos' pajamas had been pulled down to his elbows, and his arms seemed to be entangled in the clothes and he couldn't move... Obviously no one tied him up, but... well, he was entangled in the clothes for no reason. up.
Does anyone really believe that clothes can wrap themselves around their hands so that they can't move... the genius Mr. Flarret
At this time, the phone rang again, causing both of them to pause at the same time.
The bell was the drum of summons—the bell that only appeared in emergency dispatches from the Temple.
Aldo took out his phone from the coat pocket on the chair: "What's the matter?"
"All the doors of the temple were suddenly closed just now, and the power supply was completely cut off," the speaker was Louis, who sounded calm, "I happened to be in the healing department at that time, and now I can't get in, and I don't know what happened. What is it, does it have something to do with the modified enchantment? Also, do you know that such a thing will happen?"
Aldo frowned suddenly: "No, I don't know... Have you contacted Evan? I asked him to copy the magic circle in the underground palace, and it should still be inside."
"I know." Louis said briefly, "The phone doesn't work."
"Let's go over immediately, gather the gold medals, and clear out the idlers." Aldo put down the phone, rescued Carlos who was struggling with his clothes, and said with a gloomy face, "If it passes tonight, even if Kevin Hua I'm not afraid of Sen personally coming to make trouble...he will pick his time."
"It has something to do with Kevin?" Carlos took off his pajamas and put on a shirt without hesitation in front of him, causing the dissatisfied gentleman to look away in pain.
"He's not human." Aldo said bluntly, "He won't appear directly in front of us. Even if we all know that this matter has something to do with him, we will definitely not find evidence pointing to him in the end...Damn it ally!"
Krystal has been passive in the covenant with humans for more than a thousand years because of Aldo's tricks back then. Sure enough, Kevin Watson couldn't bear it.
What "losing legs" is because of a biased position? It's just nonsense.
That ten thousand year old goblin in the skin of a child!