Several hunters sat around Carlos and listened to him telling the characteristics and habits of different types of defus in detail - unlike the textbook of "Defu Type Research", each defus he described vividly was slaughtered by him.

Emmy is the busiest, and he has to deal with all the injured people, and it is a bit like a mess.

However, Evan surrounded the magic circle alone, took out a small notebook from his arms through his gloves, clumsyly stretched out his fingers from his heavy clothes, pinched the signature pen that was not too heavy, compared the finished product of the magic circle and the detailed explanation given to him by Aldo, and made records.

Aldo stood aside and watched, often speaking to him.

He is very suitable to be a good teacher, and any viewpoint is concise and clear.

Gal helped Louis into the tent, let him rest for a while, and then walked over, listened for a while, looked at Evan's notes, and nodded to Aldo: "Thank you very much. Compared with you, I am an incompetent instructor."

"Nothing." Aldo glanced at him and said lightly, "I can specifically approve him to listen to my magic circle class - not everyone can sit down and finish a magic circle that took several hours or even days or years."

Evan didn't expect that the rare praise he encountered was actually from this gentleman. Such heavyweight praise was just one of ten! He raised his head excitedly, like a big dog wagging his tail.

"Of course," Aldo added coldly, "not everyone takes that long for a magic circle."

A basin of cold water poured on Evan's head with a bang, and even the corners of Gal's mouth twitched.

"By the way, we - Carl and me," Aldo looked at Carlos from afar, who was smiling brightly, and said to Gal, "Maybe we will move out in a while. For such a long time, it will cause you a lot of trouble. I am very sorry. You are welcome to visit you frequently in the future."

Of course, it would be even better if you don't disturb us.

Gal's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and then asked in a low voice: "Where to move?"

"The former site of Flaret Manor." Aldo said, as he looked at Carlos, a soft smile would appear on his face, "that was his home."

Gal was silent.

Thinking about it with your toes, it wouldn’t be the real estate bought by Carlos, that poor man. It should be said that he is indeed Archbishop Aldo, and he can step on Carlos’ weakness in every move.

Gal once thought he was very smart, but he never knew how far his eyes could fall when Archbishop Aldo opened his eyes - it seemed that except Carlos, he had already predicted everything that would happen a thousand years ago. Everything he did seemed to be playing chess, and it seemed to be unrelated, but when they were connected, they found that everything became a complete game.

With the help of Clesteau's forbidden technique, Satan was imprisoned, and the barrier with dark power as the core was perfectly constructed. From then on, Clesteau's balance technique of survival was stripped away, and the opponent was constantly weakened during this thousand years, so that a thousand years later, the High Priest Clesteau had no choice except to form another alliance.

Due to the existence of the barrier, Difu is getting less and less, and the energy available for the barrier to burn nuclear energy is getting less and less. He will come out again to continue the barrier at this time... and at the same time, it is also continuing the temple.

Awaken the people who were drunk and dreaming of peace, and then pass on the knight spirit of the temple thousands of years ago like sparks.

"Will you take good care of him?" Gal asked.

Aldo shook his head: "Didn't you find that he is the one who doesn't need other people's care? He can entertain himself without anyone in his life, and live a good life heartlessly. But I...I can't do it, I am the one who...can't leave him."

Gal said slightly with a thorn: "Is that right? It's just that I think the Archbishop wants never happened."

Aldo accepted his "praise" without hesitation: "Thank you, but I think that's true."

"But Carl is not your spoil," Gal said coldly. "If you let him suffer a grievance, I reserve the right to pick him up at any time."

Yo? This is a demonstration?

Aldo raised his eyebrows and said sleekly and sharply: "I think if that Earl Charles Flaret was still alive, he might say the same thing as you. No wonder Carl always thinks you are very similar."

“No one likes to be a substitute for another, even for their own ancestors,” Gal said.

He followed Aldo's gaze and found that Carlos was stuffed with bandages and medicines by Emmy, and was ordered to help bandage the slightly injured hunters.

The man threw the bandage into the air and caught it again, making a big grimace at Emmy.

"But for him, I'm willing to be anyone," Gal said.

After listening to this, Aldo just nodded calmly: "I am grateful to you on his behalf."

Gal's fist tightened and then let go. He tried his best to act as if nothing had happened, and looked down at Evan, who was frightened by their sudden tension.

"I'm very sorry, Evan, I'm not very good at magic circles." Gal successfully squeezed out the "kind" smile that a tutor should have. "Your Excellency Aldo is willing to guide you. I'm very happy for you. I hope you can cherish the opportunity to learn more."

Evan nodded in a daze.

Gal carried his thorn of dawn and walked towards Carlos, who was trying to wrap a hunter's hand into a bun in the distance: "It's enough to put a band-aid on his wound. Are you sure you didn't mean to torment him?"

Jin Zhang, who was saved, dared not speak out, looked at Gal with tears in his eyes.

Carlos asked in confusion: "What to create?"

Gal drew out simple modern medical supplies from his emergency bag, which successfully aroused the country bumpkin's surprise and exclamation.

They rested in place for less than an hour, and their faces were still pale, but they were obviously much more energetic, so Louis walked out of the tent and asked Carlos: "Do we still need to hurry?"

"Let everyone rest for a while, so do you." Carlos raised his claws that had no wounds but had three bandaids wrapped around one finger, and patted the snow falling on his body. "The road ahead is very difficult."

The road ahead is very difficult.

The battle the night before was so tragic that they did not encounter a large-scale Difu behind them. The more they walked up to Jueying Mountain, the more calm the hunters who had been excited for a long time when they saw a demon-level corpse. The elites proved their excellence with their extremely excellent adaptability and quickly adapted to this combat mode.

The real difficulty is Jueyingshan itself.

After noon, after a concave valley area, the temperature below freezing point had dropped sharply. Carlos and everyone stopped in the cave behind a hillside, and his face was slightly blue with cold.

"Stay here for a break." His teeth trembled a little, and his voice seemed vague. "Don't fall asleep. Take out all the heating equipment and get it on your body. Those who can eat can hurry up and eat more, high-energy."

This is obviously not a place for rest, Aldo asked: "What is ahead?"

"Extreme Cold Glacier - In addition, Leo, no matter what happens, the arrows that you will scream when you shoot out can no longer be used, they will cause an avalanche." Carlos took off his gloves and rubbed his hands, recited a spell, and a royal blue flame rose in his palm. Several people nearby felt the warmth of the flame. Carlos recited it again, and the flame became bigger, and gradually it spread into the air, surrounding him in a blue film.

"Remember this," Carlos used his finger to mark the pronunciation and sentences of the spell on the snow. "Those who are not good at spells can practice it first. Without this, I can't think of how to let you pass that place."

Amy tentatively reached into the film, her eyes rounded: "What is this? Is it automatic air conditioner? It's so amazing!"

The film whirled gently, shattered in the air and disappeared from Carlos, which made him fight a cold war: "Believe me, sir, this air conditioner is very heavy, and you can't hold on for twenty minutes with it."

He tore a new pack of jerky with his teeth. In the cold, the jerky was as hard as a stone, with slightly irritating seasoning floating on it, but the human tongue was numb from the cold, and even the chewing muscles seemed not so sensitive, so eating became a difficult thing.

Carlos felt the hard and cold thing slashing his esophagus and said to Evan with a sad face: "I really miss the soup you made."

Mr. Gorado, who was regarded as a cook, suddenly felt that he was carrying a heavy mission.

"I must go back alive," he said confidently, "Oh my goodness, I thought you like junk fast food to avoid the food I made!"

Carlos' eyes were a little tearful because of the cold wind: "If you can't become a hunter, you will definitely become a good cook!"

Evan felt that he had finally met a confidant in his life for so many years: "Actually, I am good at repairing old goods and sewing some simple clothes. When my mother sent me to the temple, I was so sad that I was shattered because my dream was shattered. You know, I could have become a housekeeping expert and organized my own company!"

Carlos: "Yes, yes, my dream was to be a singer, but it..."

"It's shattered from the moment you were born. To be honest, even the dark elf won't want to eat your throat." Aldo finished studying the short and refined spell-he could tell at a glance that it was changed by Carlos himself based on an attack spell.

Some words in the mantra that have been passed down are actually useless, such as the "dedication" hidden at the beginning. It was added by people in ancient times to express their fear to the gods. Hunters who only know how to read the script have forgotten this point, and there is no such burden in the mantras created by Carlos himself.

"Can't this spell be improved? The physical and vitality it consumes is too great. I'm not sure how many people can last twenty minutes."

"If it is an attack spell, of course it can be improved. The problem is now used to keep it warm. The degree of control must be very accurate. You have to resist the erosion of the cold, and you must be careful to burn yourself into a battered chicken. Being able to think of it is already the urgency that comes out when I am on the verge of life and death - don't stand and speak without any pain in your back."

Aldo smiled: "Okay OK, the sentence you sang in bad mood is not sincere... Well, at least I like it very much, but it may not be in line with the public aesthetics."

Carlos said disdainfully with a look of "Does I look that easy to cheat": "Is this essential difference from the statement just now?"

"Okay, two - how long is the extreme cold glacier and how low is the temperature?" Louis interrupted them both.

"I've seen a man who is taller and stronger than me," Carlos said. "He walked six steps on the glacier, and then he was frozen and swept down the cliff by a gust of wind. The extreme cold glacier was not long. Maybe you can run over on the flat ground in five minutes, but it was less than a meter wide, and the ice was as smooth as a mirror."

All the hunters who practiced the spells stopped and looked at Carlos in amazement.

The green-eyed man shrugged: "Look, I don't have the talent to be a bard, because I will never learn how to speak exaggeratedly. This is true. The man strictly took five and a half steps and failed to step on the sixth step."

"Can't you take a detour?" Gal asked.

"Yes," said Carlos, "but the one I took you away is the safest and easiest one to pass. If anyone is curious, we can try other itineraries when we come back."

The hunters' enthusiasm for practicing spells immediately increased by several percentage points.

At the same time, food consumption became more and more serious. Carlos found that he had overestimated them by saying "twenty minutes". Emmy only persisted for less than seven minutes. His steps suddenly staggered, his eyes turned black, his limbs began to numb and slow, and his face turned pale.

This was a symptom of hypoglycemia. Someone held him in hand and quickly stuffed a piece of chocolate into his mouth.

It took three minutes for Amy to see clearly that the person who supported him was Louis.

Louis looked at his ugly face for a while, took out all the chocolate he brought from his pocket and stuffed it to him: "I think you might be better if you keep this in your mouth."

"Oh..." Amy's face was still pale, but he smiled weakly, "You stuffed candy into my mouth, and I didn't take the opportunity to lick your fingers. It's really..."

Louis's serious expression was fluctuating, and he interrupted Emmy and said, "I think you'd better stay?"

Amy was stunned.

"It was too dangerous for you," Louis said in a matter-of-factly, "I personally think it's better for you to stay here."

"No," Emmy took a step back, leaned against the wall, and stuffed another piece of chocolate into her mouth. "If an unexpected situation occurs, there is no therapist, who will deal with it? Carlos? Are you sure you all have the strong vitality of Lord Aldo, and have not been 'handled' by him for so many years? And he is completely unfamiliar with modern medicine and cannot take care of all of you."

Louis frowned.

"And...you said you would protect me, Mr. Priest?"
Chapter completed!