The collective funeral was held more than two months later.

I don’t know if it happened to be a coincidence. That day happened to be the celebration day on November 16th. Atorat’s death knell rang all day. This was the first year. The festival day did not entertain any tourists or reporters. Only the hunters were dressed in black. Everyone silently put the flowers down and stood aside, took off their hats and stood in a row.

The waves gently slap the mountain walls of the island, and the water birds are still leisurely.

Everything seemed to be back to calm. Until I turned to say something to the people around me, I realized that I had changed my face and realized that the people who were joking with each other at this time last year were no longer there.

Before Gal could recover from his injuries, he took over Mr. Goode's position. He was almost the youngest successor to the archbishop in the temple in three hundred years - but Aldo was right. Compared to Louis who was increasingly silent, Gal was indeed more suitable for this position that needed to deal with many politicians than him.

Unfortunately, he will never have time to finish his book in the short term.

Gal stood behind the speech table next to the altar of the past, took the speech prepared by someone who had not known, and looked at it silently from the beginning, then rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into a pocket, and finally said nothing.

He just looked up at the tombstones all over the mountains on the island of Atorat, finally bowed, put down the flowers, and turned around.

Carlos came late, and he looked a lot thinner, but fortunately he was in good spirits. His heavy sword hung in his black windbreaker and took a flower from the elderly cemetery guardian.

The guard who had been lowering his head raised his head, looked at him, and suddenly said slowly: "Adorat has been waiting for you for more than a thousand years, I am so lucky."

Carlos was stunned: "Do you know me?"

The guardian did not answer, but just bent down and bowed to him with difficulty, coughing twice: "My grandfather told me that no matter how far you wander, you will always come back when disaster strikes. It seems to be true."

The guardian was too old. There was no difference between bent over and not bent over. His face was filled with pleats and he could not see his expression. But Carlos inexplicably felt that this old guardian seemed to know a lot.

Before Carlos could answer, he slowly moved his steps and took his flower basket to hand the flowers to the next person who came.

"Carl," Aldo hurried over, frowned and looked at him, "Hell, I should pick you up--hat I told you that I should wear more clothes in such cold weather?"

While complaining, he untied his cloak and wrapped it around him regardless of Carlos' protest.

"I'm almost a ball." Carlos whispered in dissatisfaction.

Gal walked over and looked at him: "How are you feeling?"

"Not good," Carlos raised his arm with difficulty. "Living in the treatment department feels like being in jail, with medicine everywhere, even..."

The second half of the sentence was swallowed when Carlos saw Louis nodding at him not far away - the smell of medicine and disinfectant everywhere, and he couldn't even smell any perfume... Even if it was really a bit pungent.

Gal sighed and led him forward: "Here."

Carlos and Aldo followed him silently.

Carlos put down the flowers and looked at the row of tombstones - Mr. Goode's, Lux's, James's, many, many that he didn't know, and... Emmy Berg.

Amy's real name is "Amy". This is what he wrote on his ID card and birth certificate, but in the end everyone decided to engrave "Amy" on the tombstone. Why bother to please him? Anyway... even if he doesn't like it, he will not crawl out of the grave to protest.

"I should carry the coffin for you." Carlos raised his sleeves and wiped the tombstone, thinking this way. When Emmy was buried, he was still in a coma and could not catch up.

After coming to this world, the first person he met was Emmy. The guy stripped his clothes and inserted strange needles and tubes into him. He kept teasing him verbally. He took advantage of it and his mouth was very bad...

But he is really a good therapist.

Carlos took a step back and silently glanced at Louis's back beside him, feeling his back bent a little.

But people have already fallen into peace.

Therapists have never been front-line combatants. Even in war, the death rate is the lowest. Carlos looked at the new soil on the tomb and suddenly wanted to grab this guy's collar and curse - How could there be such a stupid therapist in the world like you?

Aldo put down the flower and gently patted Louis on the shoulder.

Louis's expression was very calm - two months had passed, and no matter how deep the wound was, it slowly hidden under the skin. No matter how hysterical the living was, the dead could not see it.

"How did you get through it?" Louis asked suddenly.

Of course Aldo knew what he was referring to. He thought for a while and shook his head: "I don't know... At that time, the devastated temple, Sarah State and the entire continent were trapped in disorder after the disaster. Rebuilding and appeaseing people's hearts had occupied all my energy... After everything started to return to normal, I fell into the research of the forbidden art of time until I found that it was impossible."

He looked at Carlos from a distance, who was whispering something to Gal, and felt that he had become much more vulnerable. Perhaps everyone had only once to bear the most painful ability. No one could bear the pain of losing again after losing and regaining it.

Sometimes there is no hope, and it is actually a little easier to accept than hope that is broken before your eyes.

"I regret."

I understand the loss to you, given that... we have walked the same path.

"Then what should I do?" Louis raised his head slightly. He voluntarily replaced Aldo's guardian barrier, knowing how to make himself fall asleep with the barrier. After several times, he couldn't sleep for several nights. He brought the magic circle that triggered the sleep to the underground palace alone, but every time he sat alone for a night before leaving - he was still a priest, and he still had work to complete.

"Ask yourself." Aldo looked straight into the direction of the sea and said softly, "You may never forget him, and sometimes you will do stupid things, but you always have the answer in your heart."

"I am not as great as you, Your Excellency." Louis almost squeezed this sentence out of his throat.

“We are not great,” Aldo said, “just there are a lot to do.”

He glanced at Louis at the last moment: "Life well, child."

Then he turned around and walked towards Carlos.

After the two of them left, Evan walked to Gal slowly and said hesitantly: "Guide, mentor."

Gal looked back at him and found a document in his hand, and said with a smile: "You have passed the internship period, you can call me Gal in the future - what's wrong?"

"I...I I I I I I I I..." Evan "I" for a long time, but he didn't say anything, which made Gal have an illusion, as if he suddenly became a devil instructor like Louis who made people dream of nightmares.

"I want to... want to apply for an outgoing release." Evan finally said this sentence in full - Gal glanced at him in confusion, surprised that there was something difficult to say. He intuition that Evan seemed to have something else to say, but he did not pursue it and took his application form.

"Outside" means working at the offices under the Temple, receiving dispatch from the dispatch department, and being responsible for public security in the entire area.

Those places where subordinate offices are usually set up because of geographical reasons, the barrier is relatively weak, and sporadic difu is prone to enter. Generally, the climatic conditions and living environment are very harsh... Of course, although it is very hard, it is a very tempering path, and many Jinzhangs are promoted from subordinate offices.

Gal reviewed his application form and asked casually: "Do you want to target the golden chapter?"

"Yeah!" Evan admitted happily.

Gal didn't expect his little disciple to have such ambitions unknowingly... But of course this was a good change, and he was very happy for Evan.

Gar's eyes paused on the four words "Xiangmang Town" and asked with some concern: "Xiangmang Town, are you sure? The office at the foot of Jueying Mountain was just decided to set up. Everything over there must be started from scratch. Are you sure you won't consider other locations? Or maybe it's relatively relaxing..."

Evan shook his head firmly.

"Okay," Gal sighed, decided to respect his choice and signed, "Good luck. If you have any support, you can call me directly."

He patted Evan's arm: "We all believe that one day you will become an amazing person."

Even though he knew that nine of the ten mentors, except for the thorny heads of Instructor Megelt, would encourage his apprentices like this, Evan still blushed with excitement. He whispered for a while, as if he was trying to express something. Unfortunately, after stuttering for a long time, he finally couldn't even say a thing. He fled with his application form in front of Gal's confusing gaze.

Aldo, who was already sitting in the car, whispered to Carlos: "If you don't want to go back to the treatment department so early, we can go somewhere else-Gal has helped me move all your things, Mike and Lily have also sent you a gift - do you want to go home and see?"

Carlos's eyes lit up: "So can I be discharged from the hospital?"

"No." Aldo said gentle but firmly.

"Then I won't go." Carlos said angrily.

"I go to the treatment department to accompany you every night," Aldo said.

"Confiscate my snacks, force me to sleep before dark, limit my time to play on the computer, watch me not let me go out, and use my feet to ignite the fire without extinguishing the fire!" Carlos criticized his incredible crime and was furious, "I think you'd better spare me, Leo, you really don't have to go every day."

Aldo raised his hand and hugged him without saying anything, allowing him to lose his temper. When Carlos, who was about to be locked up, finally finished talking nonstop, he buried his face on Carlos' shoulder and rubbed it, and sighed softly in his ear: "Do you know? That day in the treatment department, I stood outside your ward. They didn't let me in, I could only look at you through a window... I thought, if you throw me away again, I won't wait."

Carlos was startled: "What are you going to do?"

Aldo smiled suddenly, but there seemed to be some kind of silence flashing through his gray eyes.

"..." Carlos suddenly softened, "Okay, where did you say we were going?"

At this moment, Evan ran over panting and knocked on the window: "Kalkar, I have a few words to say to you!"

Carlos pulled down the window: "What's the matter?"

"You come out, I want to talk to you alone." Evan's expression was solemn. If he hadn't had a deep understanding of him, Carlos would have thought he was going to make a duel with him.

He got out of the car with Evan and walked aside. Aldo saw Evan keep bowing his head and said a long list like confession. Carlos's face became more and more confused as he heard it.

Finally, Evan's head became lower and lower, almost falling to the ground, and his face turned into the color of tomato sauce. Finally, after holding it in for a while, Carlos's expression suddenly became very strange.

Then without saying a word, he turned around and strode towards the car, Evan chased him like a follower.

"I won't agree if I dream!" Carlos slammed the door hard as he got into the car. Aldo heard him say furiously.

Evan climbed the car window pitifully: "I thought we were friends..."

"If we weren't, you would have been beaten up now." Carlos narrowed his eyes and showed his murderous aura.

Evan continued to climb the car window pitifully.

"Drive." Carlos said coldly with his hands on his chest.

The driver looked back at him, and Evan shouted: "Oh, no no! Carl, wait! I'm serious, very serious!"

Carlos turned a deaf ear.

"This is my first love!" Evan said loudly.

What? Aldo's ears moved and he raised his head hostilely.

Carlos couldn't bear it and shouted at Evan, "Why did you like him come to me to confess? Are you wrong?"

Evan said in a gusting voice: "You...you...you are an elder..."

"I don't arrange a marriage, thank you." Carlos sneered. He had never seen such a curious way of confessing since he grew up so old. He glanced at Evan with a picky look, "In addition, I see you very, very, very disliked now. Mr. Gorado, someone like you who dare not even speak clearly is not worthy of him."

Evan took a deep breath and turned into an inflatable carrot.

Carlos said to the driver irritably, "Drive quickly, do you want to visit how someone got beaten?"

Evan grabbed the car window and chased the car for a few steps, and shouted: "But I will become stronger!"

If you become stronger, you can use a bird to yell at me! Carlos thought unhappily, and then he decisively reached out of the car window and gave Evan a firm middle finger.
Chapter completed!