John had a dream that day.

In the dream, he became a six-year-old child. The slender boy held his hand and held him along with the adults in his robes and walked through the long and long hallway of the temple.

A little bird landed on the window at the end of the corridor, tilting his head and looking at him curiously, John's steps couldn't help but stop.

The young man holding his hand stopped carefully, half-kneeled, and a warm hand was placed on top of his head.

"Don't be afraid," said the boy, "Carlos, I'm here, don't be afraid."

"Where are we going?" the child in the dream asked softly.

"Go to the temple, you will live in the temple in the future, okay?"

"But I don't want to go, I don't want to leave you."

The young man kissed the child's forehead lightly: "The temple is what you should go to. Baby, you are born with a talent for light, do you know what that is?"

Little Carlos shook his head: "I don't know, but my mother said it was a good thing."

The young man smiled lightly, and his dark green eyes that were exactly the same as Little Carlos bent.

The two brothers of the Flaret family are ten years apart, but they look like twins - very few brothers of such age can still be so similar.

When Carlos was five years old, his father died early. His brother, who had just turned fifteen, inherited his title. With the young man's thin shoulders, he supported the huge Flaret family alone. When he turned six, he personally sent him into the temple as the head of the family.

"You are our pride and will become an amazing person in the future. My mother and I will be proud of you."

The child raised his head and showed a confused expression: "But what if I didn't become a great person?"

The mature young head of the family laughed and rubbed the soft hair of the child with milky fragrance: "Then we have to love you forever."

This sentence was like a spell, instantly exposing all his dreams.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the desk lamp on the bedside table emitted a soft light, dragging a long shadow on his face, created by his eyelashes and nose bridges. John's lips suddenly moved and he silently called someone's name: "Chuck..."

When he left the temple, he went home to see it once, but he just glanced at Flaret Manor from a distance, and without even entering the door, he began his wandering life alone. For so many years, he walked around and stopped, and every time he dreamed about it at midnight, except for the temple, the only thing he could remember and miss was Flaret Manor.

But I didn't expect that this time, I would be farewell forever.

Before he could go back and take a look at his mother and brother, before he could tell them that the war was over, and before he could... ask Chuck himself, I really haven't become an amazing person, I even shamed this surname, will you still love me forever as you promised?

However, more than a thousand years have passed.

John reached out to cover his eyes, his elbow touched the open "A Brief History of the Enchantment" he placed at the head of the bed, and turned to a page of "Carlos Flaret", which was painted with a half/naked "Mr. Bodybuilder", with wide shoulders showing distinct muscles, and the rest of the body was wearing a weird-style armor, and a shield that looked like a wok in his hand.

It seems like you are ready to fight at any time.

John turned his head and glanced at the "Carlos's image". He didn't know what to react, so he could only smile bitterly in the end.

That was not me... He thought silently, neither the ones written or the ones were drawn, it was not me.

It was just a character in a story made up of "Carlos Flaret", a name that should have been abandoned long ago, and was fabricated by later generations, tablets, false... ridiculous.

The Flaret Manor had long disappeared, and the temple had become a tourist destination for tourists. What he remembered, whether he loved or hated, disappeared into the dust of history, and in this world... no one even knew his real name.

Maybe it was late at night, maybe it was because of physical weakness and fatigue, at that moment he felt an unprecedented loneliness, and realized clearly that he was really the only one left here.

It felt like someone was sharpening his bones with a blunt knife, making him unable to sleep easily.

John...Carlos slowly curled up his body and lay on the bed, opening his eyes expressionlessly under the soft light, and his eyes fell straight to a point that did not exist in the dark void.

The face that always seemed vibrant during the day, as if there were countless fun things to say and laughed at, became as pale and empty as when he was unconscious, with only a pair of deep eyes as deep as the pool of water.

His life is not long compared to most people in the world, but he has experienced a lot of pain. However, he is always willing to believe that these pains will pass one day. As long as he keeps his eyes open for a while, good things will always happen and will gradually get better.

This is what his father said when he just passed away, and his brother Chuck said every day when he coaxed him to sleep. Carlos has been convinced of it for more than 20 years, but now he has suddenly been shaken.

He thought of the bustling streets, the happy crowds, the strong festive atmosphere, and all the novel and charming things, and knew that these were all "good things" that Chuck called, but when all the noise and hustle and all the colors were swallowed up by the darkness, he still needed to open his eyes in the night and fall into memories that could not go back.

When he was on the battlefield, he thought that if he survived, he could go to see his brother and mother. If he unfortunately died, he could also go to see his father who always liked to hold himself on his shoulders when he was a child. There was nothing wrong with it.

But unexpectedly, suddenly, no one could see him.

Even the hardest man's heart will always be knocked out by day after day longing and loneliness.

"Chuck," he finally closed his eyes and squeezed out a smile, "I saw your grandson's grandson's grandson..."

According to the rules, the hunter who had hunted Defu himself handed over the body and report to the temple for unified collection and storage, but John... well, Carlos, the next day, he got a fever due to a cold, leaned on the bed weakly, and flirted with the book "A Brief History of the Enchantment" and played with it. His voice was hoarse and he was lazy and he didn't like to talk.

As Evan's mentor, Gal had to take the stupid apprentice and the corpse of the abyss jackal back to the temple for a meeting. When he left, he was afraid that Carlos would be bored, so he turned on the TV in the guest room and taught him how to change the channel.

Obviously, the appeal of the TV program is much greater than "A Brief History Before the Enchantment". Five minutes later, the book was thrown under the bed by the former priest, and sat down under the TV in a blanket, holding his breath and starting to watch a TV series about the boring life of urban housewives competing with each other.

...They were so excited that they could not even hear the sound of Gar and the others saying goodbye and asking him to take medicine.

Gal was originally worried about how to contact Archbishop Aldo when he arrived at the temple, but unexpectedly, the moment they entered the temple, the decayed aura filled with the demon-level difu corpse was connected to the center of the temple along a mysterious magic circle.

The elusive Archbishop Aldo actually lives in his tomb. Every day, Mr. Goode asks people to prepare exquisite food and enough water to deliver it to the exit of the underground palace where the four of them walked out that day. They will be taken away soon. Then the empty plate will be sent out, but the water does not move. There is only a note from Aldo himself, indicating that there is enough water source in it, so there is no need to bother.

Mr. Good even took this note and compared it with Archbishop Aldo's handwriting in the collector's ancient books, which was exactly the same - which dispelled his last doubt.

Until now, no one can tell how many secrets there are in the temple, and Mr. Goode can't. However, it is like life, which automatically acts as Aldo's facial features and six senses. He seems to be able to know in some way what is happening... but he is no longer interested.

The blonde man held the blooming rose in his hand, and was always staring at the barrier core all day long. Apart from that, he seemed to have nothing to do. He looked no different from the statue in the garden except breathing.

It is painful to be awakened from the long sleep, but as the founder of the barrier, this is another unavoidable responsibility.

A magic circle next to the barrier core flashed with purple light, and Aldo's light gray eyes turned like a living thing.

"I get it." He said softly.

The voice-controlled light on the magic circle disappeared. Aldo lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on the flower that had not been rotten for thousands of years. The petals suddenly showed thin, extremely delicate and complex magic circle patterns. A trace of pain finally flashed on the blond man's zombie-like expressionless face: "Do you really...will never come back?"

Gal took Evan and the corpse of the Abyss Jackal all the way to the Archbishop's office, but he didn't know where Mr. Goode had fooled him. There was no shadow. He sighed and said to Evan: "Then forget it, let's go find Louis."

As soon as Evan finished speaking, he was so scared that he was with his hands and feet.

Gal rubbed his forehead and laughed at his stupid look: "Aren't you very brave? You dare to track down the demon-level Difu before the internship period has passed. I dare to say that there is no intern as bold as you for a thousand years - are you still afraid of Louis?"

Evan: "I...I...I...I...I...I..."

Gal asked with interest: "Is Louis even more terrifying than the Abyss Jackal?"

Evan continued: "I...I I..."

Suddenly, his voice choked and his eyes fell straight behind Gal.

Evan was shocked and opened his eyes wide: "Heaven! Carving, statue!"

Gal immediately turned around, put away his joking face, and bent over properly: "Your Excellency."

When he turned his head and found that Evan still looked stupid, he immediately glared at him: "Evan, don't be rude, this is His Excellency Archbishop Leo Aldo."

Unfortunately, Evan was like a coffin board, staring at Aldo blankly without any response.

Fortunately, Aldo didn't care, so he glanced at him and his eyes fell on the Abyss Jackal: "Did you hunt the Abyss Jackal?"
Chapter completed!