Evan was confused and had time to have a dream. He dreamed that an abyss jackal came over with saliva and invited him to dance with a veneer dance, so he was awakened again. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that he was really facing a face with an abyss jackal with an extremely ferocious expression on his face, so that he observed the legendary demon-level Difu face at close range. There was no hair on his face, but thick scales, which looked very hard, and a pair of huge fangs, which barked out of his mouth, and a cold light flashed.

"I won't agree! I won't dance with Difu." Evan thought idly - given that his brain cells have been overdrawing, he is already a little abnormal in activity.

A voice behind him said weakly: "Why are you staring at the buck-toothed dog so obsessedly?"

Evan woke up like a dream, suddenly sat up from the ground, rubbed against the ground and moved a meter to the side, almost incredible: "We...we have killed an abyss jackal!"

"Hmm." John's voice was a little hoarse, and he responded slowly as if he was a little unhappy, "Yes, you even fucked his butt bravely."

"Oh no..." Evan covered his face dejectedly, "Don't mention it."

He remembered how he fainted, so he lowered his head carefully and stared at his toes, not daring to glance at John: "Can you still go? Do you want me to carry you on your back?"

John had already learned the lesson and had covered the wound tightly. He looked at Evan with a slight smile: "Why, do you want to confirm my wound?"

Just imagination also made Evan's face turn pale, and he stuttered again: "I...I'm that..."

"Slow down, I can still walk - OK, I cover it up, I won't let you see blood anymore, but I'll help me!" John stood up with difficulty, and casually put his dispersed hair behind him with his other hand, bent over slightly, and walked out slowly in front.

Evan hesitated for a moment, turned around and carried the corpse of the Abyss Jackal and dragged him behind him.

John looked back at him, raised his eyebrows to express confusion.

"Yes...yes, after the barrier, Difu has withdrawn from people's sight, and our work has begun to become confidential," Evan explained. "So every time I have to recycle Difu's body, and... it's a demon-level, and can be made into specimens and put into the Eerie Museum."

“Ghostly Museum?”

"It is specially opened for children, and it is covered with all kinds of terrible corpses of Defu, and the commentator follows the 'fairy tales' about the demons," Evanton added, "As an entertainment program, for children to explore, of course, tickets are required."

"Ahhh, let people pay for the money to watch Deefu," John paused, and continued to say in that slow and weak tone, "Well, this is the most talented thing I've ever heard of."

By the time they arrived home, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening. Mr. Goode thought he could not wait, so he almost said goodbye and went back first.

John couldn't help falling asleep while he was in the car, and Evan had to stop the car and carry him out.

"God! What's going on?" Gal and Mr. Good rushed up at the same time, putting the priest on the sofa, "Do you need to call a therapist?"

John had woken up by their troubles. He waved his hand and muttered indifferently: "It's nothing. I just fell asleep just now. I just gotten into a normal flesh injury. I'll just deal with it myself, don't call anyone."

"What's going on, Evan?" asked Mr. Goode.

"We went to track down a jackal of the abyss..." Evan was not afraid of Mr. Good. The approachable Archbishop looked far less terrifying than Instructor Megelt.

Gal and Mr. Goode took a breath at the same time.

"It's in the trunk now, maybe you want to see it," Evan added.

John, who was nestled in the sofa like a dead dog, laughed "sneer": "Don't be so exaggerated, gentlemen, there is only one."

Then he sat up with the armrest of the sofa, stretching out one hand like Mr. Goode: "Then, I guess you are the Archbishop of this term?"

"Yes, my honor." Mr. Goode shook his hands.

"No, it should be my honor," John smiled, "I heard that you are a respected gentleman."

When Gal and Evan carried the corpse of a real abyss jackal into the living room with infinite shock, Mr. Goode couldn't help but stand up and squatted down in surprise to observe carefully: "To be honest, I have never seen a real abyss jackal except for the specimens and books from ancient times... Oh, look, it actually has a pair of buck teeth!"

Evan suddenly felt that the Archbishop and John should have many languages ​​in common.

Mr. Goode tidied up his clothes, used his fat fingers to sort out his hair, and said to Gal briskly: "Gal, can you take a photo with me? I will treasure it forever."

...Although he is an old gentleman worthy of respect, he still has some unbearable little habits - such as his terrible photo-taking habit.

When Gal helped him get the medicine again and bandaged the wound, John was already a little drowsy. Mr. Goode didn't disturb him much. He made an appointment to come and visit him when he was better, and then left.

Gal then breathed a sigh of relief and glared at Evan: "Be careful, Mr. Goode, for John's sake, even if he turns a blind eye, the intern is not allowed to act alone. Do you want to be revoked before you get your license?"

Evan: "Yes...I'm sorry."

"Go to Gal." John fiddled with his camera, accidentally pressed the shutter, was startled by the flash, and almost accidentally threw Gal's "the guy who was eating" out, "I took him there, you can't always stop him from seeing the world."

"Mr. IMHO," said Gal's babysitter Shawden, immediately turned his gun and pointed it at him. "Even a hunter as powerful as you, as a wounded, the only suitable activities are gentle walks and soothing chats. Taking a rookie to track the abyss jackal is obviously not a good idea."

John bent his eyes and gave him an innocent and cute smile.

Gal: “…”

He...he even dares to be cute!

"Okay okay... Come on, give me your arms and help you to rest." Gal sighed.

"Mushroom lamp and mushroom lamp!" After entering his room, John climbed to the head of the bed excitedly and fiddled with the poor desk lamp, "How do you light this?"

Gal pressed the power supply and the desk lamp emitted a soft light.

"Great!" said John, "I just like to sleep with candles."

Gal looked at the priest who was rolling around on the bed, and suddenly felt the illusion that he had raised an old son himself.

Such a person... actually came from the same era as his ancestors.

"By the way," Gal recalled his long-standing questions and leaned against the door and said softly, "You have come from the era of the Black Robe War. Have you ever seen the real Carlos Flaret?"

John accidentally rolled down from the bed. He sat on the ground with a blank face asking, "What?"

"Carlos Flaret," said Gaal, "is the hero who killed Parola in later legends and ended the entire war."

"What...hero?" John's beautiful eyes showed a little confused look, "You said he ended...war?"

"Of course, based on the time you came, you may not have seen the end of that war. If you have any information to know, there is a book called "A Brief History of the Enchantment" under the bedside table, which can be used as a reference." Gal's eyes were filled with hope, "So, you have indeed seen him himself, right?"

John climbed up slowly, and hesitated for a while, nodded, and carefully chose a very neutral statement: "Carlos Flaret did return to the temple during the last battle. I've seen him, but... we're probably not familiar with it."

"But your name..."

"John Smith?" John smiled slightly, and this quiet smile dispersed the energetic childishness on the man's face. At that moment, Gal felt like he had seen Archbishop Aldo with green eyes, mysterious... and far away, "You don't think this is a pseudonym, right? In fact, this is a very common name. In the year when I entered the temple and started studying, there were two boys in the same class who called this name."

"You are really not familiar with him," said the disappointed look on Gal's face. "So you don't know what kind of person he is at all? I think you at least know what he looks like."

John looked at him for a moment and said slowly: "I only know that before he left the temple, he was a spoiled playboy. After leaving the temple... who knows? As for his appearance, I think he looks a bit like his brother, but his years of wandering life have made him develop the habit of hiding himself in a big hood until he returned to the temple for the second time, and he still retained this."

After he said that, he narrowed his eyes and asked in confusion: "Why do you want to know about him?"

"My mother's surname is Flaret." Gal shrugged, "When I entered the temple on the first day, I put on the name 'Flarate descendants'."

At that moment, John's expression could not be described as shock. He seemed to have his soul flew out of his body.

Gal smiled "haha" and said, "Why, do we not look like each other at all? This is normal. After all, it has been a thousand years - well, the injured should have a good rest. We will discuss this issue in two days. I have many questions about the temple thousands of years ago."

"Good night." After Gal said that, he took him to the door and walked out.

"What...what?" After Gal walked away for a while, John said something like a wandering soul.

The whole room was extremely quiet. John sat blankly beside the bed, suddenly remembering the subtle sense of familiarity on the other person's face when he saw Gal for the first time, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he could not remember it. He suddenly stood up, walked to the dressing mirror in the closet and stood still, carefully looking at himself who looked like a young man in the mirror.

He had never seen himself so clearly - there was no such magical mirror in their era, and he was not a person who liked to pose in front of the mirror.

The man in the mirror looked pale and described him as having a little embarrassed, but his dark green eyes were shining in his deep pool.

"His... nose." John's eyebrows trembled slightly, as if he was a little surprised, but also a little afraid. "His nose looks very much like me, his chin is a little bit, and his side looks..."

His steps slowly took two steps back, and sat slightly staggering on the soft carpet, then he showed a sad smirk, and his shoulders trembled gently.
Chapter completed!