Will people change?

Carlos glanced at Aldo, who was fiddling with the monitor next to him, and suddenly said something uncontrollably in his heart. He could not help but be influenced by Aldo's words.

There was no trace of the magic array in the monitor, but there were a lot of wires and chips. Aldo's expression was serious, tossing and turning around and tossing a small piece of chip between his fingers, but his eyes were rarely confused.

Then with a "bang", a cluster of sparks rose at the tip of his fingers - the chip seemed to be unbearable and exploded, which scared everyone in the car. Aldo hurriedly recited a small cleaning spell silently, and the chip was honestly turned off the engine and scrapped it, leaving a gray and black. The way he rubbed his fingers secretly was a bit clumsy.

The driver saw it in the rearview mirror and smiled kindly, but Carlos turned his face and looked at the scenery behind the window.

He felt strange - Mr. Hegel, and even the man next to him, these rare old acquaintances, suddenly gave him some slight sense of right and wrong, as if he was acquaintance, and seemed to be incompatible with memory, and seemed very strange. If it weren't for the existence of these people, Carlos might have regarded the world a thousand years later as a strange trip, but they made him clearly realize the passage of time.

The car drove through the traffic jam in the city center and slowly entered the mountainous area. It was a little bumpy. Carlos closed his eyes while shaking left and right, intending to take a nap and take a break - anyway, he felt that there was nothing to say with Aldo, and it was very awkward to live in the same room with him.

Soon he leaned on one side evenly and stopped moving. Aldo stopped his hand, carefully took off his coat, wrapped it around him, and then stopped to observe it, and found that Carlos was not awake. So Aldo became more and more arrogant, gently turned over Carlos' shoulder, and placed him on his legs.

It’s not that Carlos slept too hard, but that he was probably used to it. During the war, except for the protective array still operating, the temple was almost completely damaged. The bed was to be given to the injured, and the rest was almost covered with the sky.

At night, he was not allowed to sleep to death with the enemy at night. He had to keep people to watch every day. Aldo knew that Carlos was not sensitive to his breath and existence. Looking at the person who was sleeping soundly on his knees, he didn't know whether to be excited or distressed.

Finally, he had to sigh, stuffed Carlos' long hair that fell down to his shoulder and pressed it, then put his hands in a gentlemanly manner and gently tugged the shadow demon's horn - it was so precious that he was as precious as gold, and he didn't want to waste even a minute.

So Carlos fell asleep and started dreaming in a daze.

He seemed to be lying on a grass and sleeping... Well, the grass was a little hard, which hurt his neck at first. Later, for some reason, it seemed that the grass had become a little softer again, so that's how it was.

Then a man ran over in anger, called him "wake up" and completely pulled him into his dream: "Carl! Are you here, Carl?"

In his dream, he became a 14 or 15-year-old boy. Although in this era, some children had just graduated from junior high school and went to high school, Carlos had completely graduated from the temple at that age, and officially became an intern and followed his tutor to do the task.

Carlos turned over and pretended not to hear.

The other party called the soul endlessly: "Carl! Carl comes out quickly!"

Carlos finally rubbed his eyes and sat up from the grass, fluttered the stems of the grass stained on his head, and cursed softly: "Damn, this can be found."

"Teacher Sangis is looking for you, he said..."

"Go to you, I won't teach him the little guys who can fall when walking." Before the other party finished speaking, Carlos muttered and lay back. The boy's face had not yet escaped from childishness, but he pretended to be old-fashioned and disdainful, looking cute and worthy of beating.

"Okay, Teacher Sangis also said that there will be an encirclement outside the Death Valley next month. Interns were not allowed to participate, but if there is a letter of recommendation, you can make it easier, so you..."

The young man with freckles on his face obviously understood what Carlos’ weakness was.

The boy Carlos got up from the grass without saying a word and said simply: "I'll go! Where is the handout?"

Teacher Sangis taught Difu type research. This was really a boring course that reads the script. Carlos himself was drowsy. After half a class, he lazily put the lecture "Mixed-Blood Difu" on the lecture "Mixed Race Difu" without sincerity, and said to the "little boys" who were not much younger than him: "Is there any problem?"

It is best to shut up if you know the truth, I'm almost fucking hungry adults.

However, an ignorant girl raised her hand high - oh, she liked endless written homework and asked questions with all kinds of stupid questions. There were some such a terrible apprentice in each class.

The boy nodded ignorantly: "Well, Miss Jace, what's the matter?"

"You just mentioned that the mixed-race Difu has different types of mixed-race between Difu, and the mixed-race between humans and Difu. So if it is a child born to a possessed type of Difu and other people, is it considered a mixed-race?"

Look, it is indeed a stupid question - Carlos was slowly sorting out the lesson plan and replied formulaicly: "Difu and humans are two different things, so the way they give birth to puppies is also different from that of humans. From our perspective, their reproduction is more inclined to be a kind of inheritance of energy, whether it is Difu or possession, if this remains unchanged, the answer is yes. In addition, Miss Jace - I think you haven't learned the lesson of 'being possession' well, the moment Difu possesses, the host human will be dead."

Miss Jace's face turned slightly red, but she still called him unyieldingly: "Please wait for Senior Flaret! So does this mixed race between humans and Difu belong to humans or Difu?"

This problem made Carlos pause. He thought for a while and said hesitantly: "There is no clear definition at present - you should know that the mixed race between Difu and humans, especially the mixed race between Difu and humans, their appearance is no different from ordinary humans, and it is extremely rare, and most of them are difficult to survive. The first murderer is always their human mother. To be honest, I have never personally had such a mixed race, and the Temple has not regarded mixed race as a precedent for Difu to deal with it."

“But they always exist, right?”

Carlos shrugged: "It should be, legend..."

What legend? Before he could even start the topic, Aldo's mentor hurriedly broke into the corridor and grabbed his shoulder: "Carl, have you seen Leo?"

Carlos blinked and reacted half a beat slow: "Isn't it his turn to go on the mission today?"

"Harry told me he was bitten by a Cardi Magic Dog," the man looked a little messy in his rush. "Hell, where has this kid died? No matter how willful he is, he should know the right way, right?"

As we all know, Leo Aldo has a bad habit - perhaps because of his cleanliness, he hates others getting close to him, especially rejecting all physical examinations. If he can get through, he will get through. He is usually quite well-behaved, but once he encounters a minor injury, he will start to make trouble unreasonable things, always hiding and unwilling to receive treatment. He is simply regarded as a natural enemy by the therapists in the entire palace.

Carlos frowned: "Is it serious?"

"It doesn't matter if Cardi takes a bite. It's not poisonous on his teeth. Just wash the purification water and bandage it. However, Harry told me that the beast bite very badly, breaks a major blood vessel, and when he comes back, the blood almost dyes his clothes red... Hey, Carl, where are you going?"

"Look for him!" Carlos stuffed the lesson plan into his arms and ran out without saying a word.

He skillfully climbed the wall and climbed into Aldo's dormitory. No one was there, and found a place where he usually liked to hide from reading books - the corner of the garden, the roof of the back hall, and even the secret passages of the underground palace, all of which were found nothing.

"It's weird, where did you go?"

Finally, Carlos, who had turned the entire temple around, remembered a very private place for Aldo - he only had a vulgar illness attack when he was unable to pursue people before, and had secretly followed the other party and discovered it by accident.

Given that this fact is not very brilliant and difficult to say, Aldo still doesn't know where he knows.

The boy Carlos touched the garden behind the temple, where there was a pool. He stood beside the pool, and when he lowered his head, he saw a drop of blood by the pool. He knew that Aldo had come here. Carlos really didn't understand what Aldo was like. He was worried and angry while he was angry - just washing the wound with healing water. It was definitely not as painful as being bitten by the Cardi Demon Dog. What's there to hide? Can't tell the difference?

He immediately recited the special spell he had heard without hesitation - this may be a gift from the talent of light. Any spell, whether it is a language he is familiar with, as long as he has heard it once, he can basically remember the obscure pronunciations and repeat them completely, which will probably be successful in one go.

However, the spell he had secretly heard Aldo said was different. Carlos believed in his memory very much and was sure that a sound was correct. However, as the spell came to an end, he felt a way of power running that he had never felt before floating in his body, as if all blood had flowed backwards, and there was a knife in his chest, stirring his internal organs back and forth. Carlos's face turned pale and he almost knelt down.

However, just when he almost couldn't continue to recite, the originally calm pool water suddenly separated to both sides, and the hidden stone steps were exposed, but there was still a thin layer of water underneath, without the clean and neat effect of Aldo's chanting the mantra.

Carlos didn't care about so much. He even felt a fishy and sweet smell in his mouth, as if his internal organs were injured. Instead, he became more and more worried about Aldo. Without much hesitation, he rolled up his trouser legs and walked directly along the stone steps to the bottom of the pool. The pool water closed on top of his head, but did not fall on him. Looking up from the bottom of the pool, they were like a layer of film hanging there.

It took a while for Carlos to adapt to the darkness and slowly walked forward with the wall. Then he heard a depressed, rapid gasp.

"Leo?"

No one responded.

Carlos raised his legs and walked in the direction where the sound came: "Leo, are you here? I heard you..."

"Get out!" a hurried and hoarse voice shouted, "Don't come over!"

Carlos frowned: "Your instructor said you were injured, you need to go to the therapist..."

"Get out!"

"Okay, you're over the age of crying and fearing hardship and refusing to take medicine," Carlos accidentally stepped on the sticky blood on the ground and almost slipped, "Oh, fuck, Mr. Aldo, I have to say..."

He said this, and his speech came to an abrupt end. Carlos looked at the long blood that had been dragged out from the ground in amazement, which stretched to the corner inside, where the boy was hiding.

Just where he stepped on it accidentally, the bright red blood that had not dried turned into thick black.

He glanced at the lesson plan just now, but selectively skipped the knowledge points that he didn't say suddenly flashed in his mind - the mixed-blood appearance of humans and Difu looks no different from that of ordinary people. However, when seriously injured, dying, or other energy is severely lost, some of the Difu characteristics hidden under human blood will be revealed.

Especially blood... When encountered by people with the talent of light, they will first mutate into a corrosive and toxic liquid due to instinctive resistance.

Carlos watched him "squeak" and slowly missing a corner of the sole. His steps became unsteady. He suddenly felt an ominous premonition, which made him even want to leave the injured Aldo here, but he had walked over without realizing it.

The next moment, he saw Aldo curled up in the corner of the wall.

Even though more than ten years later, the scene still made Carlos wake up from his dream in an instant.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and met Aldo's gentle gaze.

Carlos found himself lying on Aldo's lap at some point. The other party put one hand on his shoulder to prevent him from rolling down with the bumps, and the other hand was supporting him next to the car window. He was lowering his head, looking at him without blinking, as if he could only see this person in his eyes.

The face was still smooth and handsome, sunny hair, curly and mischievously, and rubbed gently on his cheeks, making the adult man's tough lines softer.

"Sleep for a while, we're not here yet." Aldo said softly, stretching out his palm and covering it on his eyes. His palms were warm and a pleasant and calm fragrance came out of his sleeves.

At that moment, Carlos didn't know if he was sleeping or something, but he obediently closed his eyes without resistance. Aldo laughed silently, took him into his arms, and put his back on his chest.

His slow heartbeat actually made Carlos feel as if the years were quiet.

Such a person, Carlos sighed and thought bitterly that half of the blood in his body was as cold as those things that grew in the dark.
Chapter completed!