Gal drove his mother and nephews to the train station with a lot of worries. When he was about to part, Mrs. Shawden finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "About John and that... Mr. Oaker, they are not people of the temple, aren't they?"

Gal was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer this question.

Mrs. Xiaodeng looked ahead with a smile, as if the words just now were not what she said: "Don't do this kind of child, have you forgotten? My mother was also an instructor when she was young, and she personally revised the textbooks. There was also a harp on her sleeve, so I know that the temple now cannot teach such young people."

Gal was silent for a while: "Sorry, mom, I can't say it."

"Of course I know." Mrs. Xiaodeng paused in frustration, then pulled down the head of her proudest son. She tiptoed slightly and gently tidied his collar. "But it's not a bad thing, right? The temple has been unchanged for too long. Of course, we all know that peace is the best, but sometimes we still have to regret that only in the most turbulent eras will those people who make people excited by the names just line up, right?"

The person who is so excited just by the names being arranged... Gal forced a smile and said emptyly: "Yes, a powerful role model will promote us."

Even if humans had profound magic circles in ancient times, modern times had rapid development of technology, and dazzling spells, the power of a single person was obviously too weak to mention - even the legendary Carlos was just a human being. He did not have a strong body like Difu, and his irregular diet would cause bad stomachs, injuries, and even weakening that he could hardly get up when he first appeared.

He even got confused and grabbed the hot things in the microwave with his hands several times, so that he still had a small burn on his hands.

Perhaps it is because of closeness. Sometimes, Gal even has the illusion that this is an ordinary person like himself, but... it can only be an illusion.

The proud Jin Zhang knew that he did not dare to be alone. When he was unsteady, he took an intern who could only get in the way to the devil level. He also knew that he would never dare to know that the other party was two extremely dangerous Difu above level 2, and even a third person was ready to move in the dark and could break into their realm without hesitation.

He could not see fear, panic, or even a little pride in this man.

Gal knew that the gap between him and Archbishop Carlos Aldo and others was not in his knowledge and combat experience - those could be made up.

Only one thing cannot be compensated. Those who struggled through countless places of life and death in ancient times, the strength and calmness that have settled into their bones.

Mrs. Shawden saw his absentmindedness, and she raised her hand and patted his face gently, as if he was still a child, sighed and changed the topic easily: "Believe me, child, you have your excellence, you have always been the pride of your father and me-oh, well, I said that I seemed to have made a mistake yesterday, you don't know how terrible his face was when I told Mr. Oakle that little guy John should really tell me that he already has a lover."

Gal had no way to explain, so he could only smile bitterly: "I think he probably... just likes to join in the fun?"

"Okay," Mrs. Xiaodeng obviously just changed the topic to change the topic, and didn't take it to heart at all. She just sighed, "Love is really a thing for young people - Mike, Lily, get off your uncle's car, we're going to get on the train!"

At this time, an impulse suddenly surged in Gal's heart, which made him blurt out: "Mom, if..."

He had just spit out a few words, and his voice came to an abrupt end when Mrs. Xiaodeng turned around and looked at him - what am I doing? He thought in dismay, "Are I trying to say something?"

"Um?"

"No, nothing." Gal got back into his car as if he was running away, "I won't send you into the train station. Regarding Clesto and the shadow demon that John mentioned yesterday, I need to go to the temple and mobilize the hunters to start preparing for investigation. This is an important matter!"

Mrs. Shawden seemed to want to say something, but Gal didn't give her a chance. He quickly turned the front of the car and ran away.

Then, for his cowardly behavior, Gal smashed the steering wheel hard.

However, he quickly adjusted his expression, and seemed to drive straight to the temple as if nothing had happened, as if he had cleared this from his brain - Gal was a very rational child since he was a child. He was born in a special hunter family, and his rebellious brother did not know how to be a "special policeman who ran chasing some non-existent beast". He went abroad to pursue his artistic dream, and he - the youngest son of the Shawden family, the last bloodline of Flaret, was destined to carry this ancient heritage.

He has been working hard and always outstanding, but during his entire adolescence, no one remembers the name "Gal".

Flaret's descendants and the son of Instructor Shawden, these two auras with the same burden always enveloped him.

He had no choice but to follow a path that was destined from birth, and kept walking and never saw the day when he could make his debut.

It was very painful. There was a rebellion in Flaret's bloodline, which was fully reflected in his brother. However, when he arrived at him, he was suppressed in pain. Whenever he was in the middle of the night, he opened his long family tree alone in the library, the pain became more and more obvious.

Flaret seemed to have been transformed into a symbol by Carlos. This prominent ancestor made anyone in the future become an inconspicuous component of this inheritance.

And this repressive reason is what almost accompanied Gal for life.

For this reason, he decided to forget that crazy "eight-minute night", do his job peacefully, live up to the two big men who lived in his family, seize every opportunity to hone himself well, and become a better hunter.

This idea almost made him feel a little desperate. What's the point of becoming a better hunter? The Temple will not give him a "diamond seal" on top of the golden seal.

But... Maybe one day, that person will be truly proud of him.

Gal maintained this mentality of going up and down to the temple. Fortunately, the resentful spirits of the Defu who died at his hands made him rush hour in this trance and did not have a car accident.

When Gal arrived at Louis's priest's office, he happened to meet an old friend who helped Mr. Scoller walk out. The nurse who was taking care of Scoller was waiting there. Even though this respectable old man had retired due to serious illness, he still insisted on coming to the temple every once in a while, as if he could not let go of his obsession and was always paying attention to the restoration of the barrier.

He looked thinner, like a candle that was about to go out in the wind.

Gal quickly stood aside and made way for him.

Mr. Scoller nodded to him, held the caregiver's arm and walked out draggingly. His old back easily felt like he was about to be dead.

"Only when I see him can I feel what the concept is 'everyday, life is one step closer to death'." Louis pinched his nose and sighed, "It makes me feel very regretful. Look, we have entered the temple since we were young, and we have never thought about our dreams. Maybe one day, our lives will pass. Looking back, we have never done anything extraordinary."

Gal lit a cigarette silently and smiled self-deprecatingly: "The most extraordinary thing I have ever done is that when I was a child, I climbed over the wall to the front hall, mixed in the group of tourists and ran out of the temple, intending to leave."

"Yes," Louis finally showed a relaxed expression on his face that was extremely serious all year round. "You just took the bus to play games in the video game city in the city center for an afternoon, and came back obediently."

The two looked at each other and laughed helplessly.

"Okay, Chief Executive," said Gal, "I'm here to file a case with you."

Louis brought him into the office and listened quietly to him describing Clesteau's lost memory.

Louis was silent for a while: "Is it a shadow demon?"

"Those two gentlemen judged at the same time."

"Wait, look at this." Louis opened the Internet news and clicked a news in a very inconspicuous corner, "Tracking weird neuritis - suspected infectious disease", "The patient first developed mild dementia, short-term memory decline, mental disorder, and then suddenly fainted without warning. After being sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, no brain damage could be detected, but the patient suddenly became a vegetative person. In a few cases, the patient would eventually wake up, but his memory was confused, his intelligence level was severely degraded, and he could not take care of himself. The specific cause is under investigation."

Louis clicked on the next page, and Gal leaned over and found that the reporter carefully listed some of the onset areas to remind the public: "Starting from Sarah, I think the first person he mentioned was Kevin's grandfather, and then to the west Moodyheng, Warker, and Lalves... Later, there were signs of going east back to Sarah."

"Louis," said Gaal, seriously, "do you think...something like something is tracking?"

"You mean, the Shadow Demon is tracking someone?" Louis asked, "Who will it be?"

"I need to cross-comparison of databases of several local migrant populations around the time of each case to list the suspects - the Shadow Demon is possessed by Difu! In addition, even if it possesses different people, the prey it tracks should be in it." Gal said quickly, and he suddenly remembered a word Carlos mentioned yesterday - the "priest" of the Clesto clan.

He found the man's book from his bag that Aldo brought back and quickly flipped through: "Prince, priest..."

Louis had immediately called out the phone and notified the network staff to start the search as quickly as possible.

Gal read the text on the human book with a glance, and then he took Louis hard: "I found it, here!"

The mysterious priests of Cleisto hold the ultimate secret of the Cleisto clan. No one knows how they were selected, and no one knows how they passed on. What is the difference between them and ordinary tribe members. In addition, for some unknown reason, every generation of Cleisto priests is disabled.

They are called "people who can see the truth."

"Disabled people - Yes, this is a clue. Add disabled people to the comparison list just now."

"You think that thing tracks the priest of Clesto?"

"It's just a guess, I have to ask..."

The Internet Department called: "Instructor Megelt, there are a total of sixteen people on the list."

"What if the restrictions are for people with disabilities?" Louis asked.

There was a moment of silence: "One. Oliver Douglas, thirty-two years old, male, blind."

"Check me his latest records."

"Wait..." the Internet Department hesitated for a while, and said two minutes later, "A coffee shop in Jason Square, Sara State, shows Mr. Douglas' latest credit card consumption record."

"San Jason!" Gal suddenly stood up, "Mr. Watson lives in the Santa Jason Hospital. Carlos left me a note this morning saying that he went to the Jason neighborhood to find Kevin!"

"Calm down," Louis looked at his old friend in surprise, "This is just a potential victim, and the possibility of it being Difu is very small - Besides, that's Carlos, man, I think the personal safety of that shadow demon is more worth worrying about."

"Call the dispatch team and assign me ten hunters who have no tasks at the moment." Gal ignored Louis' rare humor, picked up the car keys and ran out, "I want to go there first."

"Wait!" The current Sword-holding Priest felt that he could no longer remain silent. "If it was confirmed that it was a demon-level Difu, he needed to issue a special mission order from the Archbishop, and even Jin Zhang could not act alone!"

"I just said that I have never done too many extraordinary things in my life?" Gal said loudly without looking back, "I think it would be too late if I don't... In addition, I suddenly realized that Jin Zhang is nothing great, but a small group of people who are more mediocre and more comfortable in themselves, and they are so weak."

Louis: "…"
Chapter completed!