With whom?

Archbishop Aldo was not interested in listening at all. He seemed to ask questions just out of politeness and casually speaking, not caring about the answers. Before he could finish listening, he nodded lightly and interrupted Gal's words: "It's okay."

He didn't care who captured Defu, which was rare in the eyes of others, was only rare and cruel, and only existed in nightmares and horror stories. Anyway, whether it was a name like "Evan", "Jack" or "Tom", it had no meaning to him.

Gal had no choice but to shut up tactfully.

Aldo leaned over and picked up the corpse of the abyss jackal. The beast was hunted very neatly. Apart from the unknown blood stain on its tail, the fatal injury was only one part of the throat. It was killed with one blow. It was obvious that it was killed on the spot and did not hurt other places at all.

"It's OK, thank you." After Aldo's identification, a door suddenly opened without warning on the wall of the corridor next to the Archbishop's office. He picked up the corpse of the abyss jackal and turned around and was about to walk in.

"Ah, please wait, yourselves!" Gal suddenly called him.

Aldo stopped: "What else is there, young man?"

"Yes, a question about repairing the dark energy of the barrier," said Gal. "You said it very generally that day. I want to ask, is this energy measured by the number of difu? For example, can a few secondary difu be worth a demon-level difu?"

Aldo was stunned for a moment. He turned around and looked at the young man in surprise. He was almost immediately sure that this child was the keenest among the four people who entered the underground palace that day.

"Of course, grading is just a human view. Many dyfu are actually extremely powerful. However, because for some reason, they do not have their own 'world', they are classified as second level after being comprehensively considered," Aldo considered it for a while and said, "Even the lower dyfu, as long as there are enough quantities, they can indeed gather considerable energy, but the purity, durability and various qualities are far less than a small number of more powerful dyfu."

Gal thoughtful.

Aldo's eyes stayed on his face for a moment, and suddenly withdrew his gaze as if he was feeling something, and said, "The next time I catch a useful difu, I'll just put the body there in the 'exit', I'll know."

Gal actually had more questions in his mind, but Archbishop Aldo's whereabouts are really hard to grasp. He doesn't have to wait until the next time he meets. Seeing that he is leaving, Gal had to pick up the most critical question and ask, and he shouted: "Also, your priest, do you know the time forbidden technique?"

At that moment, Gal saw that Aldo, who was facing him, suddenly changed his face. This man who looked like a wax figure suddenly came to life. An extremely complex emotion flashed through his eyes, which seemed to be inorganic.

"What did you say?" After a while, Aldo asked softly, "Time Forbidden Technique..."

"Yes." It was rare to arouse the other party's interest, and Gal immediately added quickly, "When I obtained the 'Golden Chapter', I got the right to borrow some ** in the Temple, one of which was called "Ten Forbidden Techniques", which recorded the existence of the time forbidden Technique. In fact, I want..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the cold but polite Aldo.

"The time forbidden technique does not exist." The blonde man said stiffly, his eyes returning to empty, not knowing if it was Gal's illusion. At that moment, he even felt that the Archbishop's eyes were almost silent.

"You can't be so sure, in fact, now I'm at home..."

"The forbidden art of time does not exist," Aldo interrupted him again, "I have studied it for a lifetime and have only reached the conclusion that it is impossible to succeed--you are keen and smart, very promising, young man, if I were you, I would focus on something more valuable."

After he finished speaking, he never looked at Gal again, turned around and stepped into the stone gate without looking back.

Gal: "Please wait, sir! sir!"

The stone gate had already closed in front of him, not even a gap, just as there had never been a secret passage there.

"Why don't you listen to me? Maybe you are still acquaintances." Gal touched his nose, shrugged, and patted Evan's shoulders, "Hey, wake up, man, we're back."

Evan followed Gal blankly, and he was almost developing from the same hands and feet to the same paralysis.

I don’t know if it was Gal’s illusion, but he felt that the word “time forbidden art” seemed to anger the mysterious “late archbishop” in a sense. Is there anything taboo here?

The corpse of the abyss jackal was at Aldo's feet, revealing its hideous fangs and a blood hole in its neck.

"Time Forbidden Technique..." He suddenly laughed softly, covered his face with one hand, leaned his back against the cold stone wall, and slowly slid down. The laughter echoed quietly in the underground palace of the temple.

It has been more than a thousand years. You idiot, he thought, except for you who has stuffed half of your body into the barrier, who can live for a thousand years?

Even his bones were almost turning into scum!

The man suddenly roared and threw out the rose flower that he had been holding in his hand like a treasure.

He watched the black scepter penetrate Carlos's body with his own eyes, and watched Parola be rolled into the forbidden technique.

As they planned, the energy in the demon's body was absorbed in an instant into the prepared magic circle, forming the initial shell of the barrier.

But why did he stand in the forbidden magic circle, and why didn’t he retreat?

Would you rather die than see me again?

When everything subsided, only a sucked-out body of Parola was left on the ground, but the man was no longer seen.

Aldo looked for him like crazy - the Flaret Manor, Atorat, the entire Sara State, the entire continent, all the legendary places Carlos once appeared, all possible places... However, he evaporated from the world.

That person seemed to have never appeared in his life.

That flower used to be something that carlos had feelings for. Every feeling had its own unique energy, but a long time ago, he did not cherish it. Until he began to regret it, he found that he had only this flower left.

He quietly drew a magic circle on it, commanding it to be undefeated until its passing master stepped into the temple again before he could wither and return to the soil.

After Carlos disappeared, Aldo began to study the forbidden art of time. He held a glimmer of hope and longed to return to his carefree youth - if he was not too inferior at that time, if he was not like a hedgehog covered with thorns, if he believed...what the other party said when he was young, if he could do it again, if... could they have a good ending?

But the time forbidden technique does not exist. Everyone only has one chance. If they miss it, they will never be there again.

A string of ancient spells emerged from his mouth, and the entire underground palace suddenly filled with mist. Aldo tapped the ground with his fingers: "Express the shape."

If anyone hears it, he will find that the spell he recites is somewhat similar to the one he had when Mr. Good ordered Kelson to appear that day, but it is obviously much more complicated.

These mists are different from the dense and sticky substances when the abyss jackals appeared. They are thin and gentle, and people are in it, as if they have entered a dream.

In the depths of the mist, a gust of wind chimes suddenly came.

Aldo, who was sitting outside the mist, suddenly held his breath - like a thousand times, he looked at everything that was happening there almost devoutly and madly.

The boy's clear voice came from the mist: "Hurry up, Leo, come with me!"

With a shadow of shadows, two figures appeared, with the teenager's unique thinness. The boy walking in front of him was fourteen or fifteen years old. He was a beautiful child who seemed to have been blessed by an angel. Aldo's eyes were staring at his face without blinking. He was vaguely a thousand years old, and the other person's face was still as clear as yesterday.

Yes, that is the person he missed for the rest of his life later.

Behind him was a boy in a robe holding a few books in his hand, and said with some impatient words: "Who allows you to call me Leo - where are you going to pull me?"

That idiot is himself.

Carlos, who was young, didn't look angry. He just paused, grabbed his companion's collar, and quickly stumbled on his lips, and said proudly like a little bastard: "Of course I can call you, baby Leo."

When Aldo saw that the boy's face turned red, he couldn't help but laugh gently. At that time, he was probably... a little angry, but more at a loss. The smell brought by the other party's fresh and soft lips seemed like a light but profound mark, which could not be lingered no matter how it was wiped.

Little Carlos stubbornly held Little Aldo's hand, and was thrown away by the latter again and again, and then he stuck it up with a stern face, and walked through the underground palace of the Temple, where there was a secret passage that could directly leave the temple - even a thousand years ago, the underground palace was forbidden for apprentices, but forbidden or something, for people like Carlos, it would basically be understood as a welcome word.

He pulled Little Aldo to avoid the magic circle with a quick glance, drilled into the secret passage, sneaked out of the temple, crossed the castles, climbed over large areas of farmland, and came to a hillside.

"Come on, sit here and wait." Little Carlos pulled Little Aldo and sat down on a big rock. He took ten steps and stood on the hillside with dead grass everywhere. The winter sea breeze blew the light brown hair that the boy had just raised. There was no haze between his eyebrows and eyes. Although he was a little spoiled, a little playboy, and was a little too lively. He always did something that made people hate him, but it did not prevent everyone who saw him from becoming happy with him.

The boy's voice floated in the wind, and he recited a string of spells that could not be found on any magic circle or spell book. It was so light that the bystanders who were thousands of years later almost shed tears.

Then a soft light flashed on the ground. I don’t know when the magic circles drawn there were stimulated. The grass that was off-season suddenly sprouted and broke out of the ground. The green vines wrapped around the big trees covered with fallen leaves. The fragrance of lilies and roses filled the air. Hyacinth wrapped around the boy’s stretched arms.

No one has ever been able to let the dead hillside grow flowers all over the ground again in winter... Since ancient times, there has been only one Carlos Flaret.

"How did you...how did it?" Little Aldo asked in disbelief.

"The magic circle is a trauma rehabilitation array that purifies water paintings. The key is to be accompanied by spells," the young little Carlos said with a little show of shame, "The spell is original by myself. For it, I searched through all the spells in the temple. It must be able to increase the temperature on the hillside in an instant and isolate the sea breeze. I also added a part of the spell in the badge of "memory manifestation" spell, which gave the plants an illusion of time... As for the seeds, hehe, it was where I scattered yesterday. Do you like it?"

The boy sitting on the stone raised his head and looked at his smiling companion.

Little Carlos reached out and pinched a blooming rose from the branch, bent down and pinched it against Little Aldo's neckline, and a rare tension and shyness suddenly rose on his cheek. Only at this time did he look like a young man in his first love.

"This spell was created for you, and I plan to call it 'life back'," Little Carlos said softly in a sea of ​​flowers, and then he tentatively approached the other party a little, without being rejected, slowly closed his eyes and gently kissed Little Aldo, "Happy birthday... and, Mr. Leo Aldo, are you willing to accept my pursuit?"

The boy's narrow and delicate waist seemed to be right in front of him. Aldo, who was sitting in the corner of the wall, couldn't help but want to raise his hand and put his arms straight through him. These were not true, but just a memory he refused to give up.

The fog suddenly dissipated, and the figure of the boy and the flowers blooming in winter all faded away.

Aldo's empty hands stayed in the cold air for a while, and finally fell down in vain. He looked at the rose as beautiful as light not far away, his eyes were slightly red, like a desperate trapped beast, but it had dried up for a thousand years and could no longer shed tears.

"I haven't had time yet..."

Before I could do it, I said to you in person: I love you, please forgive me.

However, in the end, Aldo stood up, carefully picked up the flowers on the ground, and gently stained the dust on it, as if he had only a little hope left, even though he knew there was no hope - just to see it every day when he woke up in the coffin and had such a moment of hallucination.

"Carl..."
Chapter completed!