Mr. Goode saw the two of them staring at each other blankly, and his smile suddenly froze. He suddenly felt that the atmosphere was wrong. He coughed in confusion and smoothed out: "Hey? Gal, why haven't you told Mr. Smith..."

At this time, Aldo's lips trembled slightly, and he shouted in a light voice that was almost as breathless as a gossip: "Carl...Carlos."

Mr. Goode: “…”

Aldo suddenly realized that he could not distinguish between reality and illusion, but he barely accumulated a trace of reason and tried his best to convince himself that it was not true. At the same time, he was afraid that he would make a loud noise and let the dream go away.

But this sigh, like a murmur, fell into the ears of others, and it was like a thunderclap.

Gal was stunned, Louis was stunned, and even Mr. Goode was stunned. The three of them lined up in a row, their mouths opened and their eyes were dull, and they instantly formed a new combination of "Zombie Trio".

Only Mike, the ignorant, fearlessly pulled the corner of Carlos's clothes standing still, raised his head and asked silly and naively: "John, why did that person call you Carlos?"

Carlos lowered his head expressionlessly and looked at him, his eyes were so empty that it was almost cold, which scared Mike and subconsciously let go of his hand and took a step back.

Carlos could almost hear the sound of his heart and blood vessels beating. It was like a machine that was about to break down. It was making a "rake" in his body, causing him to have almost no effort to think. After a long time, he realized that his heart was cold, all the blood was pouring into his limbs, and his fingers were almost numb.

"He recognized the wrong person." Carlos subconsciously said without hesitation. When he finished speaking, he realized that he was talking nonsense and said something stupid, but his mind was messy and looked indifferent. In fact, it was not much better than the "zombie trio" and the "sleepwalking man in white". So he made a stupid move in panic - Carlos pulled Mike up, turned around and walked out of the hall.

He could not believe that in such a moment, his first instinctive behavior was to escape, but his legs seemed to have completely escaped from the control of his brain, and in his hysterical self-spell, he walked straight out of the hall.

Carlos's back turned and left obviously stinged Aldo's nerves jumping up and down in numbness and awakeness. Aldo pushed away Mr. Goode, who was blocking the way in front of him, and said sternly: "Stop!"

Archbishop Aldo's voice has always been very light. It turns out that it was not to deliberately pretend to be a ghost. This shout made people hear that he probably had something wrong with his throat, had been injured or had been sick, and amplified the volume a little more excitedly, which brought out a heart-wrenching hoarseness.

While walking out with a resignation, Carlos was already spitting on himself fiercely. Archbishop Aldo's less polite order just lit the fire in his heart, and quickly turned the internal conflict into external conflicts.

He then stopped, turned his back to Aldo, put down Lily, gently pushed her back behind the two children, showing a cold smile, and he said, "Go and find Gal."

Then Carlos put his hands in his pockets in his coat - for the pockets sewn on these clothes, he understood some of their uses - such as pretending to be cool and looking for a beating.

Carlos gently raised his eyebrows on one side, turned his back, and swept Aldo ten meters away with the corner of his eyes. This movement would probably look a little frivolous if it were someone else, but for some reason he put it on him, he had a lawless and free temperament.

His lips, which were slightly thin, were deliberately lifted up, revealing a piercing smile that made people's heart hurt and itchy: "His archbishop, what are my instructions to call me a mere sinner?"

Aldo suddenly choked, and for the first time, his handsome face showed a complex expression like a living person in front of others.

Reincarnation and time take away everything, but they can’t take away the love, hate and affection that have settled into their bones.

Aldo was almost collapsed by the accident that followed one after another. The memories engraved on his soul and the illusory reality were mixed up. Finally, this person was left in his eyes. The temple, the barriers were all wrapped up in a packet and threw them into the North Pole. His eyes were scattered and he repeated almost mechanically: "No, you can't leave, I will never allow you to leave..."

It was as if he wanted to prove that his words were kept in mind. The ground swayed slightly with his voice, and the energy of the entire underground palace and even the entire temple became restless because of Aldo. This unique magic circle master did not even need any liquid medium in the usual sense, and even air could become his tool.

Mr. Good and his team retreated quickly, fearing that this place would not be enough for these two people to perform, and that the fire at the city gate would affect the pond fish or something, would be too miserable.

Gal murmured: "Unbelievable..."

Louis: "I suddenly realized that I had never learned magic circles!"

Mr. Goode: "Wake up and you two, the temple is almost collapsed. Now is not the time to be a trainee!"

The flowing cyclone twisted into a magic circle that modern people could no longer interpret, and suddenly turned into a big net, covering the green-eyed man.

Carlos suddenly turned around, and the hem of his long windbreaker swept across the air sharply. The man sneered: "If I want to leave, can you stop me?"

A heavy sword suddenly shattered the window of the corridor, dragging the broken glass slags all over the floor, and flew straight into Carlos's hands. It was old and simple, and even the scabbard was rusty, as if it would fall apart if it touched it. Carlos effortlessly pulled out the scabbard from the scabbard that had been stuck together eight hundred years ago.

The sword edge had no light at all, but it was sharp as if even the air that was exhaled would be swung off, condensed with murderous intent that made people retreat. Carlos held the heavy sword with both hands, accurately splitting the chaotic magic array in the air.

From one end to the other, it is unbiased and neat.

Gal held his forehead: "He finally fulfilled his long-cherished wish to break the glass."

"This is not the point..." Louis said dumbly.

"The point is," Mr. Good pointed to the sword in Carlos's hand, "Isn't that a sign of the sword-holding priest? Shouldn't it be in your office at this time, Louis?"

"Don't look at me," Louis shrugged, "Well, I didn't lock the cabinet when I came out - the problem is that the thing rusts into this virtue, and I thought it would be difficult for it to even cut a pencil!"

"No, no, no," Gal shook his head in confusion, desperately trying to sort out a thought, "I don't think this is the point, the point is..."

What's coming?

Mr. Mike Cialis Shawden's tender voice interjected/in: "Why did they fight?"

The three adults who were not in a state looked at each other in a short time. Mr. Goode's brain that had been on strike for a long time finally remembered his duties lonely. He took a deep breath and shouted: "No, stop, two! Please stop!"

With a "boom", an arm was entangled by an unknown magic circle. Carlos, who was temporarily paralyzed, opened a long crack on the ground, and the stones flew around. The stimulating energy resonated with the countless magic circles in the underground palace, echoing an unbearable roar.

No! The upcoming Christmas is the peak tourist season, and a construction team will ruin it all!

"Lily." In the face of danger, Gal pulled his little niece and said, "Cry, cry loudly."

Suddenly, a strange uncle appeared, and John, who promised to take them to the Ghostly Museum, ignored them and ran to fight by himself!

Man! What an unreasonable creature this is!

So Lily cooperated very well and decided to use a big move to exercise her female privileges - she howled out with a "wow" sound, and made a shock, interrupting Aldo and Carlos's behavior of demolishing the house.

Carlos, who had not yet lost his fighting spirit, glanced at Aldo coldly - in everyone's impression, this person was always sunny and had never shown such a gloomy expression. The next moment, he raised his hand hard to cut off the magic circle that bound his movements, dragged the tip of the sword to the ground, and walked straight over Aldo, towards Lily who was crying.

The wind that had been brought over by the way blew Aldo's slightly curly blonde hair, and he grabbed Carlos' wrist - this was the first ten thousand times he couldn't help but reach out to grab it, but the imagined scene of the 10,000 passing through the air did not happen.

He actually held a handful of body temperature. Aldo seemed to suddenly wake up from the hallucination. He turned his head in surprise and disbelief, looking at the familiar and cold face of the person who was close to him.

The man who was so aggressive and as crazy as before, his pupils shrank violently, and suddenly he felt as if he was burned, letting go of Carlos.

"Carl!" Aldo's pale lips trembled for a moment.

Carlos's eyes fell straight on the ground, waiting for his high remarks.

A silence that made people's scalp tight spread. Aldo suddenly realized that he was like the first time he was stopped by his mentor and asked questions in public. He was completely confused and couldn't put a word on it after holding it in a long time.

It was not until Carlos's sword tip slightly crossed the ground and made a friction that made people's heart tight, that he didn't know why, and said, "I'm sorry!"

Carlos' cheeks tensed, and even bit out a little vague muscle shape. After a while, he lowered his eyes and said in a polite but uneven tone: "No, I'm rude. Please forgive me, Your Excellency Bishop."

He even bowed slightly, then wiped him without raising his eyes, picked up Lily, carefully wiped off her tears and snot, and stuffed the dirty handkerchief directly into his pocket without caring: "Okay, little princess, don't cry, I'll take you to that 'Horror Memorial'."

"Yes... it's the 'ghost museum'." The little girl said sobly - John, this idiot, he will definitely not be able to get a wife in the future!

A very reluctant smile flashed across Carlos's face: "Whatever you say is - come here, Mike."

Mike didn't move. The dead child who had shown unparalleled sharpness since the beginning held his little backpack, raised his head and asked loudly, "Are you Carlos, John?"

This obvious wrong sentence asked everyone's thoughts incisively, and Aldo's eyes seemed to be trying to stare Carlos out of a hole.

Carlos was silent for a moment, then shrugged: "Yes, baby, I've called this name before."

The air seemed to be frozen, making it difficult for people to breathe.

Carlos suddenly discovered his timidity. The fear made him unable to raise his head. The child's words, Child Yan Wuji, seemed to force him to take off the last layer of fig leaf and expose it to everyone. He was strong on the outside and fucked on the inside, and even the gentlest morning breeze could hurt his body.

A thousand years ago, Carlos Flaret was a man who shamed his proud surname, and a thousand years later, the great hero that people are familiar with was not him.

No one knows better what he has done or what kind of person he is. The "honor" imposed on him is simply a greater insult.

He even refused to think about why Aldo, an old friend who should have been "dead" for a thousand years, stood in front of him again and refused to see Gal's expression.

"Oh..." Mike thought for a while, and took out the ridiculous poster from his backpack, and tiptoed it into his hand, "So well, this is for you, I promised."

The man's hands were as cold as dead, and he quickly shrank Mike's little flesh claws.

Carlos closed his eyes and reached out to take it. A ray of blood finally floated on his lips, revealing an unnatural smile, and said softly: "Thank you, but I think I look much handsomer than him. What do you think?"

Mike shrugged and said disapprovingly: "But I think he is much more majestic than you - take us to the Ghostly Museum!"

Only children are so direct. They never have so many complex and entangled feelings that they don’t even understand. They don’t care who is Carlos, John, a great hero or a dwarf. They speak up and ask for whatever they want, and always understand what they should do.

The goal is always single and clear.
Chapter completed!