Kevin let go of Carlos gently and nodded to Aldo, who was standing behind the crowd: "Architect, we've met for the second time, I hope you bring a new contract."

Aldo was very unhappy with Kevin's sticky behavior - after accepting the inheritance, he was no longer a child, but an old monster who had lived for thousands or eight hundred years. With a child's shell, his soul was uncertain and confused, and how could he pretend to be tender?

But he didn't show it after all, so he just walked over and pressed Carlos's shoulders and gently pulled him into his arms. The two of them gently touched the shoulders, chatted for comfort, and then let go.

Then he took out a piece of paper from his outer pocket and said politely and formally: "This is the second contract, with a slight change. If you have any comments, we can still discuss it."

Amy was shocked. For more than ten minutes when he went to help dispatch the support hunter, Aldo left alone in the room. When he came back, he found that Aldo was dressed neatly, and seemed to be browsing something in his hand. When he saw him coming, he stuffed it into his pocket.

At that time, Emmy thought it was a hotel flyer or something, but it actually...

Kevin smiled: "If you don't mind, please hold it in your hand. I can just look at it with my eyes. I'm sorry Archbishop Aldo's things. I really don't have the courage to take them before I'm not sure."

Aldo didn't mind either. He unfolded the paper with words and took it to Kevin. The back of the paper was painted with a complex magic array. No one except him could fully understand the thing.

The atmosphere in the temple of Clesto seemed to suddenly take a sharp turn, and the tragedy that had just passed suddenly turned into serious negotiations.

Before Evan recovered from the sadness just now, he saw that the child whom he had sympathized with was already sophisticatedly tempting with Aldo, and he glanced at Carlos in almost incredible.

But Carlos just stood aside with a look of indifference.

He can have a close personal relationship with everyone, but he always remembers his own camp. When he needs to determine his position, he never hesitates at all - even if the little guy just said "I like him the most".

Kevin quickly swept through Aldo's new contract - from his pondering expression, everyone could probably judge that the "contract" drafted by Aldo, the archbishop who is good at cheating, probably violated the Labor Law again.

"One day, there will be no living space for any race in the world except humans." Kevin did not express his attitude, but just said that.

"Aren't humans good?" Aldo asked in his eyes.

A few hours ago, Kevin was a human child - this sentence almost touched his heart. After a moment, Kevin avoided Aldo's gaze and sneered: "In my opinion, humans like you are not very good."

Aldo also had a faint smile on his slightly pale face. He said disrespectfully: "Protecting a person only requires courage and loyalty, but protecting a race probably requires a person like me who is not very good. As a priest of Clesto, I believe that under the blessings of previous seniors, you will become a person like me... not very good."

Kevin said sharply: "If I said I needed a department dedicated to building a temple that protected the interests of the hidden tribe living among humans, can you make the decision? Mr. Ex?"

Aldo shrugged and stuffed the contract book on his hand directly into Louis: "No, you guys talk."

Louis was caught off guard, and although he quickly entered the state, he was still stunned for a moment.

Aldo gently pushed him on the back, and then said to Kevin meaningfully: "It is not only the Clesto family who understand the meaning of inheritance."

Even though power was extremely important to him, it was all in the past. Sometimes when Aldo recalled his persistence at that time, he felt like everyone recalled the incident of wetting the bed when he was young. In addition to laughing and crying, all the unforgettable memories at that time... seemed to be so faint that they could not be seen.

Three hours later, Louis and Kevin signed the second contract between Humans and Cleisto on behalf of their respective camps.

Kevin took out a small box that was one foot square and handed it to Louis: "For the second cooperation, I hope you don't disappoint me."

They finally failed to take the boy away. When they left, Kevin suddenly called Carlos: "Carl."

Carlos stopped and turned around, the fatigue on his face could hardly be concealed - he had not had a day or two nights to rest. Whether it was the shadow demon's realm or the damn Klesto Temple, it was all unhappy experience.

Kevin knew that at this moment, he wanted to say the most cunningly, "I gave in for you." His fragile, little boy's soul has been almost distorted by the complicated memories. It seems that only by saying this, deliberately making him sad can one prove that a little boy named Kevin Watson has existed, has friends, and will be missed by others.

But when the words came to his mouth, he finally smiled bitterly.

Carl may be sad, but other than that, he will not believe it. He has always been... such a warm and ruthless person, and there is a bottom line in his life called the Temple.

"How about my patron saint Mr. Brown Bear?" Kevin asked, tilted his head, "Have you helped?"

Carlos squeezed out a smile: "Yeah."

"Then you will take care of him from now on. He is a hero, so be kind to him," Kevin instructed, adding, "I'm glad to know you."

"So too," Carlos said, Kevin's tone seemed so familiar when he said this, just like Mr. Heigle's tone once.

Is the little boy who was clamoring to go to the playground really dead?

They left the banks of the Anlaner River in despair, the Temple of Clesto, which was flooded by the cold water again.

The moment he walked onto the land, Carlos's forced attack could no longer support him. He was stabbed by the dawn light, his pupils shrank violently, and his eyes were immediately dark. His spirit seemed to suddenly lose contact with his body, his knees became uncontrollably soft, and he fell down.

Aldo's heart beat paused on the spot, and he grabbed him. Due to excessive force, he almost took himself down and flashed a step to the side before stabilizing his steps: "Amy! Amy Berg!"

Well, he finally "called" Amy once.

"Don't surround him, want to watch wild animals to go to the zoo. The patient is not suitable for this service!" Emmy waved the idle people around him impatiently, "And you! Let him gasp Mr. Aldo, relax your hands, do you want to strangle him?"

Aldo's hands were cold, and his chest was undulating for a while before he leaned over and picked up Carlos, gently placed it in their car, and unbuttoned a few buttons from his collar.

Amy checked it up and down, then took out a bottle of cold mineral water soaked in a wet wipe, and patted Carlos's face: "Do you have no consciousness at all?"

Carlos's ears buzzed, vaguely knowing what was happening around him, but he seemed to be sleepwalking, and he couldn't wake up. Suddenly, he was stimulated by the cold thing, and his soul that left his body in an instant was pulled back a little. Although he still couldn't open his eyes, he subconsciously made a slight dodging move.

Aldo wiped the cold water stains on his face and glared at Amy with a bad look.

"Okay, okay." Emmy shrugged, "No big problem, I'm exhausted - you know that the world in the middle of the world is pure mental damage, and since then he has been holding on and hardly resting much, just take some medicine and sleep."

Emmy carried a lot of medicine with her, and flipped through the medicine box, found a bottle of black potion and handed it to Aldo: "Let him drink this."

Aldo unscrewed the potion bottle and immediately frowned by the pungent smell of medicine inside. Every olfactory cell told him that the smell of this thing was very outrageous. He tried to take a sip - sure enough.

Then, Aldo took a big sip of the potion in front of everyone, "in person" and passed Carlos over.

"Oh," said Emmy silly, "What did I see?"

Louis turned green and said to a group of stupid hunters around him: "Why are you still standing there? Prepare to evacuate!"

One has no moral integrity and the other has no lower limit. Where is the future of the temple? The current chief executive's brain nerves hurt, and he feels that if he continues like this, he will die of cerebral hemorrhage.

Carlos woke up briefly again. After a sudden brake, he was shaken and his forehead hit Aldo's hard chest.

Aldo immediately stretched out his palm to cover his forehead, covered his eyelashes and trembled a few times, as if he was about to open his eyes, and said softly: "It's okay, hurry up and rest your time, there's still something to do when you go back."

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Carlos immediately lay down honestly on his lap and closed his eyes.

Even though he had lived in this world for quite some time, Carlos seemed to be well adapted, but his soul was still a warrior who had just come down from the battlefield, and his bones lacked the marrow of leisure. Every minute of rest and every bite of food that replenishes energy was precious... although here they seemed so cheap that they could squander at will.

He had heard Aldo say similar things countless times: "Take the time to rest and take a rest for me later." This made him almost have some conditioned reflex - immediately relax in the tension to the greatest extent, seize every time to recover his strength.

Aldo looked down at him for a while, although his expression was still unfamiliar with joy, but there was an indescribable peace in his eyes. Then he said to Louis without raising his head, "Can you find a way to go first?"

They went back to Sara County and passed through the commercial area in the mid-mountain area, but encountered a traffic jam, and the entire road was blocked. The helpless driver came down and waited aside, and simply started to eat hamburgers on the side of the road.

The police car stopped all the way and followed the people who were parading.

Fortunately, although the people who were marching caused a certain degree of traffic jam, they were relatively civilized with the support of the police. Although the roads were congested, they did not cause much chaos.

Louis showed his work permit from the special security department, and immediately obtained the highest priority with a word "emergency task". Soon, the parade team gave up a passage in an orderly manner under the evacuation of the police.

Aldo was stunned at these strangely dressed people and the banners they were holding, and asked, "What are they doing?"

"March." Louis replied, looking a little tired, and glanced at a young girl standing by the roadside holding a huge currency symbol. "The economic situation has not been very good recently. It is said that the unemployment rate is very high, which may be because he is dissatisfied with the government's economic policies."

After he finished speaking, he heard someone taking the lead and shouting: "Tax cut! Tax cut!"

Someone else said: "What is depriving us of bread, home!"

"Protest the disorderly financial markets! Protest the government's inaction!"

Aldo looked at it twice, not very interested, so he changed Carlos to a slightly more comfortable position and leaned against the back seat. He was originally going to close his eyes and rest for a while.

Although a police car drove the road and the road was basically out of reach, the crowds on both sides were still very large, especially some minors were scrambling to run around, afraid of hitting people, Evan kept keeping the car slow, just as they passed a building.

Just as the parades on the roof unbuttoned a blood-red banner and hung down from the air. Many people took out their mobile phones to take pictures as a souvenir in their excitement. This was almost like a parade, but like a celebration.

The words on it instantly stinged the eyes of the people in the car.

"Use our blood to raise big belly officials, useless clergy, useless imperial grain borers in the vast and cumbersome system of Sara County called the Temple and Atorat - where are the public facilities for economic growth? Where are the promised employment rates by the government? Where are our living spaces? Where are the taxpayers' rights?"
Chapter completed!