The unblocked reception room door opened, and the dull Evan followed Aldo out. Evan thought to himself, "I walked around with Carlos and I called each other brothers together", and his right mind, "I heard of others' corners together", these stirring thoughts ran around in his mind, but unfortunately they did not create any philosophical value - they just wanted to burn short-circuit sparks in his mind.

Fortunately, Gal and Aldo ignored this unlucky child with a very tacit understanding.

Aldo said sincerely to Gal: "Thank you for taking care of him."

"No, that's what it should be," Gal said as he asked him to sit down, "we are related to blood, aren't we?"

Aldo sat down on the sofa, and he obviously could not adapt to the overly soft cushion. It was not much better than the stupid look Carlos had been sitting on the sofa for the first time. - Gal felt that the Archbishop was reluctantly putting his noble butt on the blade, his movements were stiff and cautious, and his elegant and straight back showed some kind of paralyzed stiffness.

However...well, whether it is stiff or subtle adjustment of his sitting posture, it seems very calm, and even if he doesn't observe carefully, he will think he is free.

Carlos, you are a natural country bumpkin...

At the beginning, whether it was the statue version of the garden or Aldo himself, Gal always felt that he had a deep-rooted melancholy and indifference, indifferent to anything, and stubbornly guarding his tomb, as if other people's breathing was like a source of noise to him.

However, when he saw this person again, Gal was surprised to find that Aldo seemed to have taken off a layer of stone shell and had a newly grown man walked out of it. His eyebrows were faint, but his temperament was very different, as if he had become another person.

He is polite but not humble. When he speaks, even if his voice is as soft as a whisper, he can always hear the meaning of command, control and dominance. But this does not make people feel bored, but rather seems to be taken for granted.

...That is indeed natural. Given what this man did, no second person in the world has done it, and no second person in the world can repeat the achievements of this man.

Even though he sat there trying hard to adapt to the sofa, Gal clearly felt that this was the commander-in-chief of the Black Robe Battle, the man who decided to fight, never retreated a thousand years ago.

Aldo settled himself, looked at the stairs corridor of Gal's house with soft eyes, and suddenly laughed: "Mike is a good kid. He always reminds me of when Carl was a child, many apprentices went to class together, and everyone walked well, only he liked to slide down the stairs alone. Wherever he was there, there was fun, and everyone liked him."

"Unique personality charm, right?" Gal asked.

Aldo narrowed his eyes and showed a look of nostalgia. The next moment, he turned his head and wrote: "I heard you would take the intern to Serroot State?"

"Yes, where my parents live." Gal said, "Oh, if you're worried Carl will..."

"No, I'm not worried about him," Aldo smiled. "Although he admitted that he didn't obey the command, it was not that outrageous. He was just used to being free and not being used to teamwork. He was very sensible and almost never caused trouble for others. Even if he was occasionally out of order, he felt that there would be no problem after his evaluation."

Gar felt a little tooth-sucking. From the perspective of a modern person, these two people were really too awkward. They all hinted about their absolute understanding of each other, but the relationship was confusing. If they were friends, everyone could rush over to fight... Of course, they couldn't take care of public property like the last time they went back to the temple. You had a blue eye and I lost two teeth. You would be a good friend in the future. If you were gay friends, you could find a place to get impulsive, roll up, and sleep to relieve your worries. If you were friends, you could make do with it in the future, and if you were not suitable, you could leave.

So Gal looked at him and asked openly: "Your Excellency, please forgive me for being too much, you are to him..."

"I love him." Aldo answered bluntly.

Unexpectedly, he would be so straightforward. Gal was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

"To the extent you can't imagine." Aldo added softly, word by word, "until the day when I completely die and my soul dissipates."

Even though Gal was not as persistent in bloody dramas as Carlos, he felt that the faint, bitter and sweet expression on the Archbishop's face looked so bitter.

This...is a bit tricky.

Gal thought for a while, lowered his voice a little, and said with little confidence: "Actually, I think Carlos is a person who values ​​emotions. I think he will feel it."

Aldo curled the corners of his mouth powerlessly and whispered: "Thank you."

"No, I'm just telling a fact." Gal actually saw a person who was about to drown in the other person's eyes and grabbed the straw-like expectation. He was immediately under a little pressure. "You know, some feelings that transcend life and death and last for thousands of years have been circulated in our story books. It sounds beautiful, even though everyone thinks... well, okay, I mean, if you see what happened to you, it's really true..."

Bah, Gal thought, I don't look like an emotional consultant, what nonsense are you talking about?

Aldo slowly turned his head and looked at the lush plants outside the window, saying as if he was ecstatic: "If he doesn't want to forgive me..."

The subsequent voice was annihilated in a sigh, but the meaning made people imagined. Gal even had some illusion and association, as if Carlos really refused to "forgive" this person for some reason, he would have no interest in life in this life, and life was worse than death... In fact, Gal recalled Archbishop Aldo's previous life and felt that his guess was correct.

So he couldn't help but blurt out, "That...If you need help, please don't be polite, just say it."

"I do have a reluctance." Aldo turned his head.

Gal blinked and suddenly felt like he had a trap, but the water splashed out from the words he said was always embarrassed to repeat: "Yes, please say it."

"Can I stay with you for a while?" Aldo asked sincerely, "It doesn't matter if it's a room or something. I don't care. As long as I can... be closer to him."

Look, he gave up the entire underground palace and wanted to move to a small house in the middle of the mountainous area of ​​Sarah State, only asking for a room or even a storage room. Gal thought, what else can I say?

So I had to agree simply: "I still have some guest rooms here, if you don't dislike it..."

Aldo showed a perfect smile: "Thank you, I'll move here tomorrow."

Gal: “…”

Hello, this is really just a trap, right?

Gal suddenly felt a little sorry for Carlos. After the Archbishop left for a long time, he still had this strange feeling...it was like he sold his proud ancestor.

Oh my God! What's going on? Gal thought depressedly, the legendary IQ may fluctuate up and down by eight to twenty points in his life. It must be because the apprentice I brought was too stupid, which led to his IQ tending to decline recently!

"Evan," said Gal, "before we set out to Serroot, I hope you have completed the homework I gave you before, or do you think of it and receive personal guidance from Instructor Megelt?"

Evan ran away with his head in his arms - but what can I do? Mr. Gorado? There are always some people who want to sacrifice innocently for what others do.

Come, my dear, let me be mournful and follow the changes.

Carlos didn't know that he had been negotiated for a price and packed it, so he just waited for the transaction to be sold.

He happily played with Lily and Mike all day, and suffered from the same sequelae as Gal's little nephew - "junk food obsession".

Interesting toys, happy colors, the process of using fingers as tableware to make yourself oily, makes all the table etiquettes in the world go to harass. The refreshing fragrance of bread, meat and ice cream in a crowd of lively people is so appetizing.

They had a meal at McDonald's, and under the instigation of Mike, they took a detour to KFC to buy a huge family bucket to pack. The only little spy, Lily, had long been bribed by a Kaitie cat, which was about the same height as her, and swore to advance and retreat with these stupid men she despised.

They returned home happily, but Gal and Evan said hello and ran away. Carlos thought it was the first time that the young intern was on a business trip with the mentor to do a formal task. He was very nervous and needed preparation, so he didn't care. He didn't expect that the truth was that the master and apprentice were guilty and could not pretend to be upright to face their friends who were still in the dark.

However, in this short tranquility and joy, this particularly long night has just begun.

Carlos coaxed Mike and Lily to sleep and taught the two children seriously: eating in bed is a very rude and bad habit.

Then he carried a chicken leg upstairs without any guilt and chewed them upstairs - these damn uncontrollable adults always felt that they had the privilege of being stricter than others and more lenient than themselves, which was really too vulgar.

Just in the middle of the night, Carlos, who was originally lying on the bed, was suddenly awakened. The rapid reaction of years of dangerous environment made him in the flash of lightning, and only had time to pull over the clothes on the head of the bed and the heavy swords that were always by his side. He didn't even have time to take care of his shoes, but he was surrounded by white light out of thin air.

After a while, the white light dissipated, and only the desk lamp at the head of the bed was still on. There were traces of people lying on the bed. Next to the pillow was a comic from Mike, with a corner of the chocolate wrapper hidden under the pillow... and a chicken bone that was cleaner than a fox had gnawed.
Chapter completed!