The farewell of Mr. Goode and his three men seemed to take away the last bit of flowing sound in the air. Even the breeze that came through the long corridor window was silent. Time seemed to have turned into a sticky solid, quietly entangled around the two people, not moving or swimming.

Carlos faced Aldo, looking out the window at the roof of the side hall and the garden full of dead branches.

He didn't know what to say. The last time they met, for Carlos, it was actually something that happened not long ago, but he was staggered without even having time to say it. The last battle was imminent, and no one knew whether tomorrow would usher in a victorious future or an eternal hell. Even if there were thousands of words, there was no chance to say it.

And standing together quietly like this...it was like something that disappeared into the deepest memory billions of years ago.

"Okay, what happened?"

After a while of silence, when the atmosphere began to turn awkward, the two people spoke at the same time.

Carlos shrugged: "To be honest, I don't know. I was on the battlefield with Satan the second ago. When I opened my eyes, I inexplicably arrived at this era."

No wonder that the man mentioned the time forbidden technique that day - Aldo rubbed his nose: "You mean that you suddenly disappeared at the last moment because you were caught in an unknown time and space - I'm sorry, please forgive me, I'm a little dazed. After all, for me, you have been away for many years, but for you, everything just happened..."

Carlos smiled a little helplessly, and he himself was actually even more dazed: "So what about you? What's going on?"

Aldo looked at his pretty silhouette and whispered after a while: "A part of my soul exists in the barrier, and when it is destroyed, it will automatically wake me up."

Carlos frowned: "No one's life span can be with the barrier, just as no one can be resurrected from the dead - or... you are not dead at all, but when you are alive, you forcefully pull your soul into sleep?"

"Who did it?" Carlos finally turned around and looked at Aldo, "...Are you yourself?"

Aldo closed his eyes a little uncomfortable: "Don't call me that."

A slightly mean and sarcastic smile flashed across Carlos's face, but it was fleeting, and finally fell on a slightly sigh-like expression - no matter what, the man in front of him did the oath from life to death, from life to death, and protecting his life and even soul.

The weather is rare and sunshine shines on the snow-white roof of the temple. In the distance, early apprentices have begun to study for themselves. Looking down from a high place, the front hall begins to welcome new tourists. The white doves landed beside the water-squirting pool and comb their hair with their cherry-red beaks.

When Carlos saw this familiar and unfamiliar scene again, he suddenly felt an indescribable naughty sadness, slowly deviating in his heart.

This Aldo made him feel less familiar. When he looked at the other person carefully, he found that the thin boy who always liked to lower his head in his memory turned into a tall adult man with wide and straight shoulders. His face could vaguely see the beauty of his youth, but his facial features seemed to be cut from the cold edges and corners by the sharp blade of time, and even brought some solemnity and vicissitudes of the world.

Carlos leaned obliquely against the window, turned his gaze away, and said softly: "You will still..."

"Yes, I don't feel ashamed of the scepter." Aldo stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with him at the window, just in time to see the statue of himself in the garden, where he had been waiting for the expected return for a thousand years through the eyes of the stone.

I have never felt guilty of the scepter - but I feel guilty of you.

He thought silently.

"Then there is indeed a problem with the barrier you mentioned in the ground, right?" Carlos asked.

"It's severely aging and energy is lost," Aldo said. "But I'll fix it."

Aldo promised that he would repair it, and that would definitely repair it. This was the basis for trust that they could fight side by side even though they no longer believed it, and even disliked each other, and as they gradually moved away, they could still fight side by side. Carlos nodded and suddenly found that he had nothing to say to him, so he said coldly: "Since there is nothing else, I will take my leave first."

"Carl," Aldo said suddenly, Carlos actually heard a little hoarseness with tremolo from it, and the man's throat rolled hard, "Can I...can I hug you?"

Carlos was silent.

Without answering, Aldo's raised hand froze in the air, with a few invisible bloodshots coming out of his light gray eyes. His eyes were even a little red, and he stubbornly maintained such an embarrassing and embarrassing move: "...please."

This is the person he once vowed to protect his whole life. Carlos thought in disgust that he had been excited for the other party's faint smile all day long. He couldn't sleep or eat because of his frowning eyebrows for unknown reasons. But they finally walked away. They met suddenly, but were surprised instead of being happy, and even fought in an awkward manner.

The proud and sensitive boy who had always lived in his heart blurred his face at that moment, and his body gradually grew longer and turned into a man who begged for a hug in humility.

Carlos sighed and finally relaxed his tense shoulders. The next moment, Aldo hugged him tightly as if he was pardoned. The Archbishop a thousand years ago, he put his palm on Carlos's back, closed his eyes, as if counting the other person's heartbeats one after another.

"I can...I can do everything for you," Aldo said in Carlos's ear, "if you can give me a chance..."

I can do everything for you.

Carlos thought, I once...this was the case with you.

After a while, he pushed Aldo away firmly and said calmly: "I have no doubt about your promise, but... it's still not necessary."

Aldo grabbed his wrist: "Carl!"

Carlos lowered his eyes, glanced at his cold and pale fingers, and made up his heart, slowly spread his fingers one by one, and raised the corners of his eyes and chuckled softly: "It's Mr. Flaret, let me remind me, Your Excellency."

I'm already... very tired.

After saying that, he turned around and walked out. The long, trench coat that seemed strange to Aldo's eyes floated slightly, holding the heavy sword that looked inconsistent, and the scabbard gently patted his legs with his careless steps. Although he no longer wore a huge hood, he still pressed his eyes with a small top hat that looked less exaggerated, as if he didn't feel safe.

Aldo suddenly remembered the conversation between two people many years ago:

"Leo!"

"It's Mr. Aldo, Mr. Flaret, who allows you to call me by my name?"

After many years, it turned out to be the other way around.

Aldo looked at his back and smiled slightly sadly. The hands under the sleeves of the wide robe were clenched into fists - he was always inevitable, and he had some deep-rooted fear of Carlos's back.

As Carlos walked out of his sight, the obviously sad expression on Aldo's face disappeared from his face like sand blown away by the wind. He calmly looked down at his hand, as if the smell of that person was still there.

He just got two messages - the first one was that Carlos came from that war, and there was no long time between him and the person in his memory as he had imagined before, and the second one was that after temptation, he was still soft-hearted about himself.

That's enough, Aldo said to himself, "Good enough, I will get yours again, swear in the name of the temple."

The window rolled into the morning breeze, blew his blonde hair, and the cold and clear smell of winter came. Aldo took a deep breath, closed his light gray eyes, and stood there silently, like an angel praying in the morning light.

“If there are really gods in the world,” he thought, “please allow your disrespectful people to offer their most sincere gratitude.”

Carlos, who was full of worries, took a taxi from the temple to return to Gal's house and paid for the car - this made him even more worrisome. He always found it difficult to tell what the strange banknotes represent. In addition, he was absent-minded, which was simply a tragedy.

Fortunately, the taxi driver was older and more sympathetic. He looked at the rusty "toy sword" carried by this beautiful young man, and then looked at him working very hard and made mistakes three times before counting the fare clearly. His sympathy expression was simply beyond words.

"No, no kid, I can't charge you money. Believe me, you're already very brave enough to go out alone," said the driver. "Okay, please put them back."

Carlos thought: Huh?

Watching him get out of the car, the driver showed his head from the window and waved his fists at him: "Remember the child, the Constitution gives you the same rights as others, everything will be fine, disability is the best teacher, don't be defeated by it, you will become an amazing person."

Carlos: "…"

That...did you misunderstand something?

"Run bravely like Forrest Gump!" The driver whistled passionately, turned the steering wheel, and drove away.

Lily, who was playing in the yard, saw him at a glance and shouted happily: "John!"

"Stupid," Mike pulled her braid, "his name is Carlos."

Lily screamed, and the two children quickly fought together, but Gal walked out, as if he didn't know how to face him: "Ask... well, what should I call you?"

An ancestor of the same age? This is too much.

Carlos was stunned, stood there without moving, and was a little at a loss.

When he didn't smile, his face looked too pale. Even though the wound on his body was about to heal, the paleness was rooted in his soul.

He stood there, and no one could see his eyes clearly. It was like he was about to be blown to another place by the wind. He liked to support the excitement of the whole world, but he rushed around, picked up some fun, drank a glass of water, and went somewhere else soon.

Gal suddenly remembered the unofficial history of Carlos that the gravekeeper told him about Carlos in the Atorat Cemetery that day, and his endless wandering and grievances, but it still did not stop him from finally returning to the battlefield. Carlos is not as old as he is, and when he is called young and promising, this man has experienced such a magnificent and ups and downs.

Gal showed a gentle smile, no longer hesitated, walked up, stretched out his arms and hugged the man standing there, and patted him twice on the back: "Okay, no matter what you call it, you're finally home."

Perhaps the bloodline has long been so thin that it is not worth mentioning as time goes by, but here it has become his only concern and connection. A thousand years later, the descendants of his family who were not able to meet again finally fulfilled the promises of his ancestors when they were young - if you have not become an amazing person, we have to love you forever.

Carlos' nose sore, and his stiff body finally relaxed, which made him laugh gently: "I was so moved that I almost cried."

"Oh, you can lend my shoulders." Gal happily let him go, picked up Lily and Mike, and walked to the yard of Shawden's house together, "Can we go out for Italian food for dinner, big kids and little kids?"

Lily and Mike said in unison: "Long live!"

Carlos laughed, but soon he remembered something again.
Chapter completed!