Carlos stood far away - the leather products looked very uncomfortable.

For example, that thing is like an invincible fart. Every person with a normal sense of smell, such as those who have experienced many battles besides Evan, can smell it. It makes them feel disgusted, but enduring it will not cause any serious discomfort.

However, for Carlos, due to his special talent, his sense of smell in this special "odor" is several times that of others, which is simply a congenital tragedy.

But at the same time, he was very curious and looked at it for a long time, just like verifying the improved quote of "Curiosity Frightened by the Cat". In the end, he couldn't help it and recited a suspended spell, floating this precious lonely book into the air, like watching a small movie, turning it over with his heavy sword page by page.

"What Clesto inherits is not blood, but memory." At this time, Aldo explained, "They are a race between humans and non-humans. They appear to be no different from humans, but have their own language. In this secret inheritance of generation after generation, we know a lot of things we don't know - such as the 'key'. We can now speculate that a shadow demon ate the memory of the old gentleman you mentioned, and obtained the secret of the key in this way, such as a known function - to make them evolve."

"What about the leaves?" Gal asked.

"Memory is a very special thing for Cleisto. When the master is dead, the memories remaining in his body will condense into a body, that is, the crystal leaf you see." Carlos explained, "Well... the French to summon is something I saw a Cleisto priest who did this a long time ago, but just remembered the sound hard, and it was really luck to be able to summon it."

Evan said blankly: "If I could also remember a language that does not belong to me, I would definitely become the darling of Instructor Megelt."

"Come on, unless you are buried in the soil and are dug out after several years," Gal said, then continuing to ask, "Then is the key to the existence of Cleisto?"

"Of course not, I said it is inheritance." Aldo said.

"It should have a deeper meaning, right?" Evan came to a conclusion that revealed his usual ignorance through association, "such as protecting a treasure, maintaining a secret, or..."

"It's really a inheritance." Carlos swept the human paper with a glance and interrupted, "Evan, the meaning of human existence is also a heritage. Cleisto is just a race, not inferior to others, nor superior to others. However, due to their special inheritance method, the basis for determining a Cleisto's death is not the death of his body, but the loss of memory."

"For example, is Alzheimer's disease?" Evan asked.

Is this dead child intentional? Carlos looked back at him and quickly judged that Evan was the kind of stupid child who was said to be the legendary silly child who would not hurt his self-esteem no matter how he hit him. So he said without hesitation: "There are also those who have been eaten by Difu. It is said that he bite and blood, which is very tender and juicy."

Evan: “…”

He was already a little numbed by the blow, and his conditioned reflex association to his speech almost disappeared. Perhaps in order to deepen his memory, Carlos picked up a small tomato from the fruit basket on the coffee table and threw it into his mouth, and smiled "hehe": "It's like this."

A blood-red liquid flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Evan finally rushed to the bathroom like a pregnant woman.

"Is that tomato broken?" Mrs. Shawden looked at Carlos calmly and took out the napkin and wiped his mouth, "Don't eat bad stomachs."

"No, madam," said Carlos, "I used the therapist's injection to inject the assorted plum juice."

Mrs. Xiaodeng immediately threw the fruit she picked up back into the fruit basket.

"Oh," she said in surprise, "I thought you were already an adult."

"Okay, don't scare him," Aldo and others said slowly, "The Shadow Demon's food is only memory, they don't eat the brain."

"Oh yes, this sounds a bit vegan." Carlos laughed gloatingly, Evan, who had a dish on the opposite side, squeezed his eyes, and then turned his attention back to the book of special material.

Aldo's eyes paused on his back for a moment without a trace. A night passed and he had completely calmed down - indeed, he thought he was too confident before, and even lacked in grasping the specific situation and the environment. Aldo admitted that he did have some potential enemies, both men and women, which would cause great changes to his plans and actions.

But it doesn't mean he will lose.

No one in this world can make Leo Aldo admit defeat.

Gal is a careful person, but after all, he is a bachelor who has been on missions all year round. He didn't pay much attention to these details, but for some reason that night, he almost overreacted and captured the firmness that flashed through Aldo's gaze, and suddenly felt like he was getting big.

What exactly happened between the two of them? It must be not a story like a group of outstanding students who are put together and use magic circles to study Clesteau's memories.

Gal thought absent-mindedly, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind - talking about memory... Can the memory between Carl and His Excellency Aldo be replaced by no one?

This made his stomach feel as heavy as if he had swallowed an ice cube. Gal found that the gap between him and them was not just a thousand years, just like an ignorant child looking up at the giant. This made Gal clearly see the unwillingness and... undoubted jealousy in his heart.

That night, Gal traveled continuously, and Carlos called him twice without hearing it. It was not until his shoulder was hit by the "mutant" little tomato, and he came back to his senses with a sensation.

"Uh... huh? What did you say?" Gal suddenly looked up and his eyes hit Carlos's eyes. Almost immediately, he subconsciously looked away.

"What's wrong with you?" Carlos asked strangely.

"No, nothing," Gal said quickly, "probably a little tired today."

Carlos was stunned and stared at him in surprise for a while - Gal then realized that Carlos, who had always believed that he was very safe in terms of character and other aspects, actually had a pair of extra sharp eyes. I don't know if he was guilty, but he almost had the illusion that he was about to be seen through.

Fortunately, Carlos didn't plan to delve into it, so he diverted his attention for a moment and asked everyone to rest.

Although Carlos spoke easily, he had not slept well for the whole night that night. He always felt like another person was on the bed. He lay on his back on the bed with the soft light of the mushroom lamp at the head of the bed, pulled out one of his arms from the quilt, rolled up his sleeves, and there was a scar that had become much lighter than his forearm slightly closer to his elbow.

He remembered it was a tooth mark.

I don’t know if it took him too long to see the tooth mark, but he started to dream as soon as he closed his eyes.

It was still a childhood event. At that time, the temple garden was not as luxurious as it is now. The gardener's level was very limited. Brother Chuck was talking to an old man. The other party gently touched his head with the warm but thin palm.

But his eyes fell on a child in the distance.

Carlos still remembers how he looked when he first saw Aldo - he was so thin, almost like a three or four-year-old child, with a thin and lonely wrist exposed in his wide apprentice robe, and his skin was like milk, as if shining in the sun.

It was like... like what? The young pervert with poor vocabulary never thought it out, but he couldn't help but move his footsteps, and he found that the child was actually crying.

In the dream, Carlos couldn't help but stand in front of him as if he was controlled by something.

Hey, idiot, say something! He despised himself like this in his heart, but he became nervous.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" He heard his tender voice and said in a tone, unable to help but feel frustrated - what's the arrogant tone that seems to have broken into your territory?

The blonde "little beauty" raised her head and seemed to be startled.

Then, Carlos heard a sentence he didn't want to hear even more: "Why are you crying? Are you a boy? My brother said that only the little girl would hide in a place where no one was there to wipe her tears alone."

Listen, is this here to find trouble and fight? It's simply out of help - at that moment, Carlos almost wanted to seize control of his body, and he even couldn't believe it. Was he actually so annoying when he was a child?

Sure enough, the blond child was confused for a while, and then finally realized that he was being insulted. His eyes, which were already red, had a layer of anger and blush on his face. He shook his hands without saying a word.

"Hey!" Little Carlos hurriedly chased after him, rudely grasping the other party's arm that was obviously thinner than him, and said dissatisfiedly, "I haven't told you to leave yet. I'm talking to you. Why are you so rude?"

Carlos wanted to cover his face - he could never recall when he learned the spelling order of the word "politeness".

There is still a big difference between whether a five or six-year-old child is strong or not. For example, the blond little thing almost made him stumble and stagger. When he retreated, he was tripped by a rock and sat on the ground.

"Oh..." Little Carlos was stunned for a moment, as if he realized that his mistake was wrong. He was actually not a bad boy, but as the youngest in Flaret Manor, he was really spoiled a bit outrageously. When he got into trouble, he always had adults patting his back to comfort him. "It's nothing", and there was almost no conditioned reflex for apologizing.

"I didn't mean it." He muttered like an excuse, "You are too weak."

Several years later, Carlos himself was now looking at Aldo when he was a child through his child's eyes. It was so different from now. Human growth was really incredible. How could such a small and soft ball grow into such a big one now?

But... there are some things that remain unchanged.

For example, the child's eyes were depressed and gloomy, full of vigilance and hostility towards the surroundings... and even fierce.

He once thought Aldo was pitiful, probably the initial, childish feeling was also a little sympathy in addition to being attracted by his brilliant hair.

But later, this person proved to the world that he was the one who needed the least sympathy.

Carlos looked quietly at the blue-eyed little ghost pressing Little Aldo's shoulder stiffly, and said nothing to let him go. Then the silent little guy who had not spoken was finally angry, pulled off his arm, and whispered hard on it.

When we first met, we left him such a gift.

Even if the cub's teeth were not sharp enough, they were enough to leave unforgettable scars. At that moment, the pain almost came with memory. Carlos suddenly thrust and woke up.

He was stunned for a while and breathed a sigh of relief. The genius outside the window was dawn just now.

Carlos turned over and got up, took a cold shower to refresh himself, and his eyes stopped on the scar on his arm for a moment. Then he turned his eyes away as if nothing had happened and decided to go and see Kevin - he was not sure whether Clesteau's memory had a special attraction to the Shadow Demon, and he could not even determine the mysterious cause of Uncle Kevin's death, which made him feel a little worried.

Just as Carlos gently pushed open the door of the living room downstairs and walked out, a man behind him suddenly whispered, "Do you want to go out?"

Carlos didn't look back and nodded coldly - he was too lazy to even do basic perfunctory when no one was present.

"Be careful and come back early." Aldo told softly.

Then he hugged him from behind and asked for a kiss or something. Carlos thought sarcastically, come on, you are not my wife.

He walked straight out of the door without stopping at all.

But after watching him leave, Aldo smiled and took out a small, animal-like horn from his pocket. The tip was carved into the face of a hideous beast, tied with some special cloth strip - this was obtained by him and the Human Book from the lower palace of the Tangers Castle.

The legendary shadow demon's horns can make special magic weapons to manipulate people's dreams.

If you can't remember, then I will remind you one by one.

Then he stuffed the thing into his pocket and put on his coat. He needed to go to the temple to adjust the energy array that was repairing the barrier, and to continue to see if there were any clues about the crystal key.

I'm really busy.
Chapter completed!