Carlos staggered against the post, his eyes almost closed. As soon as he approached, he smelled a smell of alcohol and his hair became a little messy.

"Hey, come here." Aldo pulled his arm, and Carlos was like a lame human-shaped doll, and the balance he had barely maintained was immediately destroyed and he fell head-on.

"Okay, sir, how much did you drink?" Aldo looked at Carlos, who was hanging on his arm, gently stroked his hair, and asked in a low voice.

Carlos probably felt someone pulling him, so he held Aldo's shoulder and held his forehead and whispered: "It's much better, don't... don't pour me again."

It sounded quite organized - Aldo thought he was still sensible, so he put him on a chair and asked him to sit down by himself: "I just got a clue here. It shouldn't have been created out of thin air. There must be some clue. We just haven't noticed it. You sit for a while, wake up, and go back together."

No one answered.

"Carl?"

Aldo turned his head and looked at him, but found that the drunkard stared at the buttons of the two amethyst on his chest with a serious face. Before he could change the costume, his "Satan" robe was so gorgeous that it made the hunters envious and jealous.

Carlos began to scratch his ears and heads and flip around.

"What are you looking for?" Aldo asked.

"Purple..." Carlos said in a daze, poking his two buttons that flashed under the light with his fingers, "Purple, two... and one more can be eliminated..."

Aldo: "…"

What do you care about? What do Lily and Mike play with him every day?

He shook his head, reached for a bottle of juice drink on the table, and wanted to sober him up, and asked casually: "Do you still know who I am?"

"Um……"

It seemed that aiming at the focus was a big project for Carlos. He frowned and stared at Aldo for a long time, as if he wanted to stabilize the person who had been shaking in his sight. He looked horizontally, vertically, left and right, and for a long time, he didn't say anything.

Forget it, it would be nice to be able to remember who he is, Aldo is not going to expect him to answer.

However, at this moment, Carlos bent his eyebrows and smiled softly: "Leo..."

The paper cup in Aldo's hand fell to the ground, and the dark red blueberry juice flowed all over the ground.

He raised his head suddenly, and at that moment, his expression was almost desolate.

Only Carlos, who was drunk from the north and the south, sat there happily, with his hands beside him, his hat covered one side of his eyes crookedly, revealing only one eye, and in a mist, it was a shocking green.

Aldo slowly knelt down, pressing his fingers against Carlos' knees.

"Call me again." He said, and he had been waiting for this man to call his name intimately for many years, living... and dead years, so long that he almost thought it was an illusion, or just an illusion of being confused by the voices in the distance during this festival of lights.

"Call me again, please."

Carlos leaned against the back of the chair like mud, his eyes almost closed, and he whispered: "Leo, I'm sleepy..."

Aldo's eyes suddenly turned red. He thought he would cry, but he didn't.

Legend has it that a person's life is a process of a heart from soft to hard, and then from hard to soft. Aldo feels that his heart has turned into a stone in such long and difficult years, and then it is swayed by wind and rain, carving it into a mottled and full of indescribable words.

"After you left, just the first year I took the scepter from Teacher Mocaros, I encountered the 'black swamp outbreak' in South Lars State," Aldo said softly. "We lost more than twenty of the best hunters overnight, the older generation of the Temple, and the elites who could give me guidance and advice were almost completely lost. Only some young young men who had almost never had a few tasks, and even interns who had not graduated were pulled over. Do you know, at that time, many people said that the Temple was about to end."

Carlos had completely fallen asleep, only his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and he didn't know which time and space dream he was having.

"That was probably the only time in history when the temple manager had to go on a mission in person," the light hit the blonde man's face. His face, which was so terrifying that Emmy was tortured to scare the child, looked particularly gentle. "At the worst time, I took two young hunters and three interns in the wild for seven days. While being chased by Difu, I chased Difu. Everyone took a turn for rest. Only I dared not close my eyes... They were brought out by me. In the most difficult moments, I still believed in me and did the most difficult work with me. I had to bring them back alive."

Aldo sat on the ground, gently leaned his head against Carlos' knee, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes: "It took me three years for those fearful days, and the temple slowly improved, but Parola was back. I thought the worst days had passed, but I didn't expect the worst days had just begun."

There is a whole chapter in the textbook describing the era of Archbishop Aldo. To this day, it is still called the "darkest era", but it has become synonymous with many complex historical events that need to be recited, and the most unpopular part of the exam. No one can understand the difficulty at that time.

Praise is too vain and it is far from making up for the man's life that he has not enjoyed a stable life.

Carlos seemed to feel cold, and slowly curled up, his hat fell off and pressed against the bridge of his nose.

"I shouldn't complain - let's go back." After a while, Aldo suddenly laughed at himself, stood up, took off his outer robe, wrapped it on Carlos, and took him away from the slightly cold library in the apse.

Carlos frowned, as if he was forced to walk around, it was too painful for him. He struggled a little, but was soon conquered by the warm body temperature left in his robe, and reluctantly dragged out of the temple by Aldo. Twenty minutes later, a car drove out of the temple.

The driver was Gal: "Don't worry, I didn't drink, I took a glass of boiled water with lemon slices all night to deal with others. It's not considered drunk driving - it was really a tough one tonight. In addition to the sudden appearance of difu, I also had to deal with a lot of journalists. They were so enthusiastic."

He believed that he was following the traffic rules, but unfortunately the two guys in the back seat had no idea which Chinese language the traffic rules were written.

"I've caused you trouble." Aldo said insincerely. In fact, in his opinion, this is probably not a problem. These so-called "golden chapters" would rush over to catch a black fish, just like a gangster fighting. If you can't even do this little thing well, you won't have to do anything else in the future.

"Oh no, there is no." Gal could certainly hear that he was just polite, so he laughed dryly and looked at the drunk Carlos through the rearview mirror. "He is very popular. He became familiar with the young people in the temple in a few words. He made a whole night of trouble. He was also very popular among tourists. Many people bought wine to treat him, otherwise he wouldn't have drunk so much."

Aldo smiled and looked down at Carlos lying on his lap.

Carlos buried his entire face in his arms and breathed smoothly. Although he could only curl up aggrievedly in the back seat of the relatively narrow car, he still looked very contented, as if he could get up and stretch, and he could continue to jump around and get rid of disasters.

"By the way," Gal remembered and asked, "What's going on with that black fish?"

"Its heart is at least three times larger than an ordinary black fish, because of its mutation, and even its color is different." Aldo said that the black fish is also a kind of dyfu that likes internal organs. According to Aldo's theory, like the abyss jackal, the heart part should be an organ that condenses the most dark energy. "But after taking the key out of its body, it atrophy there - it's not restored to its original state, like a persimmon that was sucked dry. I can't see what it is, so I can only hand over its corpse to those... Well, is it a test or something?"

"Laboratory Department." Gal nodded, "What about the key?"

"I can be sure that it does contain unknown energy, but I can't detect what it is, nor can I find relevant records, but I can be sure that there is no dark matter in it."

Gal was silent for a while, then he looked at Aldo through the rearview mirror, who was lowering his head and carefully lifting Carlos' collar up to prevent him from catching a cold.

"Your Excellency," he suddenly said, "Are you not very satisfied with our performance today?"

Aldo smiled softly again, without comment, but Gal easily understood what he meant through his expression - the "deceased" archbishop was clearly saying "this is nonsense, obvious". So Jinzhang Hunter immediately sat upright, not daring to talk too much, and reflected on his own.

When they returned home, it was almost dawn. Gal wandered around Carlos's door for a while, watching Aldo take off Carlos's coat and boots without anyone else: "Don't you really need my help?"

"It's very late, you go and rest." Aldor didn't look back, and firmly expressed his wish that Gal would get out quickly with his back.

But Gal was really ignorant of this point, and hesitantly stuck there and didn't want to leave. He always felt that something would happen if he left Carlos alone here.

"Is there anything else?" Aldo looked back at him with a smile, then raised his eyebrows as if he had suddenly realized it, "Are you worried...what I going to do to him?"

Gal coughed dryly in a mess.

"What do you think of him? The little girl who can't twist a bottle with both hands?" Aldo sneered and pointed to Carlos' heavy sword that was tightly held in his arms and did not let go. He was so drunk that others took off his clothes, took off his shoes, and transported him back from the temple. None of them woke him up for a second. Only the sword was like his life/root, and he would never let go of his death... Of course, it was not unique, and he enjoyed the same treatment, and there was also half a pack of rainbow candy that I don't know who gave him.

Gal finally left with great confidence after probing his head several times.

Aldo closed the door, found a towel, wiped the drunkard's face and hands, and finally cleaned him up, and half an hour passed. He breathed a sigh of relief, went to the bathroom to take care of it for a while, then stood by the bed, and pulled the candy in Carlos's hand out.

I snatched it tightly, and I won't give it to you.

He pulled the harsh sword out again... and still refused.

I don’t know what material is made of the heavy sword of the Flaret family. Even if I was held in my arms for so long, I still felt a unique coolness of metal.

"Okay, okay, let go." Aldo bent down and broke his fingers, intending to take out the big guy. As a result, Carlos turned over impatiently and hugged his arms tightly. Aldo was dragged to the bed by him, and had to reach out to support the bed so as not to press against him.

He lowered his eyes, the man's side face was close at hand, probably because he was covered with his clothes too tightly, and there was a little blush on his cheeks that were always bloody, and Aldo's throat suddenly became a little tight.

After a while, he took a deep breath, sat down sideways, and gently stroked Carlos's side face with his other hand. Under the dim light, his eyes were clearly extinguished, as if he was thinking about something.
Chapter completed!