Chapter 6, Leo Aldo

He still vividly remembers the spicy foam from that early morning

Some say that facing the melancholic visage of Atralat, the archbishop is mourning the fallen heroes, while others suggest that he is reminiscing about his unknown lover, who is forever separated from him in the realm of the divine

The minor earthquake in Sara State quickly subsided, yet the tremors within the secret chamber continued unabated. The magic circle had been operational for a millennium, and the light appeared somewhat dim. Amidst the vibrations, a corner of the chamber was slowly revealed as damaged, with dust cascading down from the ceiling. During this process, a slender blue light began to dance over the nearby crystal coffin, as if connecting the sparks of the magic formations on the coffin. Ultimately, it merged into the body of the male corpse within the coffin. Dust continued to fall from the ceiling of the secret chamber, and during this process, a slender blue light began to dance over the nearby crystal coffin, as if connecting the sparks of the magic formations on the coffin, ultimately merging into the body of the male corpse within the coffin.

I think it is through wireless signals," Gal explained, "John's hair is very nice, very smooth, tied up with a new ribbon by this active gentleman, which makes him look somewhat younger, almost like Evan—though Gal thought in surprise, the differences between people can be quite significant. "You can use this to contact others, send messages, and also speak to each other through this.

Indeed, John came to his senses and quickly stuffed a piece of chocolate into his mouth. Unfortunately, this piece happened to have a large chunk of bright green filling, and the strong mint flavor immediately made his features scrunch up. "I actually ate toothpaste!"

Inside the coffin lies a man who appears to be young, his facial expression serene— as if he has not passed away, but is merely sleeping within.

The young scholar furrowed his brows into a twist, looking as if he were about to explode with anger at his friend's insinuating remark. He growled in a low voice: "What kind of expression is that? Do you think I should be interested in a colorful palette? Even if he painted his eyes like a raccoon, it has nothing to do with me, alright? It has nothing to do with me!"

However, his boiling anger suddenly subsided—when Louis turned to face John, he appeared to be very courteous: "I apologize for the inconvenience, and I hope you have a pleasant afternoon"

"The therapist Berg is very enthusiastic," Evan chuckled dryly, "but you might want to wash your face first"

There is only one exception, which is the most enigmatic Archbishop Leo Aldo. As the creator of the barrier, his contributions are monumental. Perhaps because of this, after his death, this archbishop played a grand card—he built another mausoleum for himself and refused to enter the Aterat.

At that moment, the sound of a summoning drum echoed simultaneously from Gal and Amy. John widened his eyes, looking around in search of the source of the sound, and then he noticed Gal taking out a flat black box from his pocket. He tapped it, and the surface of the small box suddenly lit up.

John numbly reached up to wipe his face, smearing the lipstick mark left by Amy into a large patch resembling a murder scene

The Abyssal Jackal is a type of extreme decay. John comfortably leaned back on the sofa, unable to part with a box of chocolates that had clearly captivated him. Meanwhile, Mr. Evan Golardo, who was sitting opposite him, wore a bewildered expression. John glanced at him and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Have they stopped rating decay now?"

John lowered his eyes for a long time before he finally sighed in a somewhat strange tone, saying, "That is truly an impressive achievement"

This is the email from the current Archbishop. Gal looked at him and smiled, "I have reported the matter of the Abyssal Jackal; he is probably rushing back to preside over the meeting—I've also mentioned your situation to him, and I hope you don't mind. However, the Archbishop indicated that he would personally visit you.

What? Can we talk? With someone who is in another place?

John was unsure if he had absorbed what was said; in any case, his gaze lingered on the phone in Gal's hand. After scrutinizing it for a while, he eagerly asked, "Is the email you mentioned on this?"

After an unknown period of time, a deep sigh finally emerged from the depths of the tomb.

From this perspective, he is indeed a man who is excessively arrogant. During his lifetime, as the master of the temple, he had the final say on all matters, big and small. Even after his death, he clings on and refuses to leave, becoming the first corpse in the temple to possess residency rights.

By the way, the tomb of Archbishop Aldo is located inside the temple

Gale noticed that the priest's expression changed slightly upon hearing "Archbishop Aldo," but he quickly concealed it. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Aldo?"

On the afternoon when Hunter Kelsen was sent to the Temple Hospital to recuperate after being attacked by an unknown entity, the ground of the Temple suddenly shook.

I guess you meant toothpaste," Gal reminded kindly

John: "Achoo"

"Yes, the other party can hear you when you speak, there is no need to shout." Gal put on his coat and stood up, handing Evan a credit card and a car key, "We need to return to the temple for a while, Evan, could you stay here to take care of Mr. Smith? I think he needs some clothes and daily necessities. If possible, perhaps you could take him for a walk around the area?"

And this "Sleeping Beauty" seemed to finally feel the cold dew; his fingers, which had been stiff for a thousand years, suddenly moved slightly. Fortunately, no one witnessed this scene—considering he had joyfully risen from the dead.

There is only one wound on Kelsen's body, " Gal thought for a moment and said, " Is it possible that there is only one Abyssal Jackal that attacked him? "

John: "Achoo!"

Not only in the foothills, but the entire Sara State felt the tremors emanating from deep within the earth. That afternoon, the television broadcasted the magnitude and epicenter of this minor earthquake in a rolling ticker format—an ordinary small earthquake, with slight tremors, which did not result in any casualties, and was soon overlooked by the public

Having spoken, he turned and left, taking very large strides, leaving behind a figure filled with indignation in the laughter of Gal.

How embarrassing—Louis pinched the bridge of his nose and coldly glanced at Evan: "Mr. Golado, I am notifying you solely on a personal basis that you will receive a notification for the historical subject 'Supplementary Examination after Graduation'—classifying the Di Fu according to danger levels is indeed an ancient practice. After Archbishop Aldo, we established a barrier, and only a small number of Di Fu managed to slip through the net. They can evade detection by the barrier, and most have limited aggression, so the classification method has gradually fallen out of use.

John cleared his throat, blinked, and sat up straight in an attempt to change the subject: "Well, let's continue. The Abyssal Jackal is not considered a particularly difficult species to deal with at the demon level. They are very quick in their movements, and their claws are their weapons. They usually appear in groups and have a penchant for consuming human hearts. Broadly speaking, any human heart is food for them, but the Abyssal Jackal is most easily attracted to a 'heart filled with jealousy.' I believe you should understand that, whether beautiful or dark, intense human emotions are quite delectable to these monsters."

However, deep within the temple, at the entrance of a hidden chamber sealed for a thousand years, a formation suddenly emitted a milky white glow

However, years have passed, and almost no one knows where this legendary archbishop has placed his remains in the corners of the temple. Only in the central garden is there a statue of the archbishop, and over time, people have come to believe that this is his burial place, with visitors coming to offer flowers here every year on November 16.

Beneath the statue, there is a line of small, unclear text that reads: Ten years is eternity

If someone were to see it, they would surely exclaim, for the appearance of this man is astonishingly similar to that of Archbishop Aldo in the garden... But... can a person's corpse remain uncorrupted for a thousand years

The statue of the archbishop is far less robust and imposing than that of Carlos in the cemetery. He appears very young, dressed in the bishop's robes, the hem trailing long on the ground, with shoulder-length hair that curls slightly at the ends. One hand holds the crosier, a symbol of the bishop's authority, while the other hangs at his side, the fingertips cradling a blooming rose. With his head bowed and his brows and eyes lowered, he resembles a melancholic poet, facing the direction of Adorath.

Wow..." The man with green eyes exclaimed like a child, "Incredible, how did you manage to fit it in there?"

Gal: "... ..."

Indeed, the sarcastic Instructor Megert said nonchalantly, "You will find this 'task' more suitable for you than dealing with a Dicoff, bloodied hunter. Damn it—if you can survive the internship, remember to come back to me for a retest.

For many years, there have been various speculations and differing opinions within the historical community regarding the meaning of this line of text

Archbishop Aldo of Rio

Louis was too lazy to even roll his eyes at him.

A massive magic circle was pressed down in the secret chamber—this is the core of the legendary barrier, protected by layers of magic formations. Beside the magic circle, a crystal coffin was displayed.

John's arm instinctively tensed up as he approached Gal, as if startled

Yes

At this time, John is at Gal's house, giving a "prehistoric Difu science popularization lecture" to this group of "ignorant" juniors

Evan: "Achoo"

It is said that this statue was personally built by the archbishop for himself—of course, the original version could not have been preserved for so many years. In order to ensure that tourists do not capture a picture of an archbishop with a missing nose or ears, the temple has renovated and restored it seven or eight times.

It cannot be determined so definitively. Louis shook his head and said, "Moreover, even if it were a single one, it should not appear on the main road, as there is no precedent for a demon-level Difu crossing the barrier."

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed from upstairs, and in the shortest time possible, Amy, armed to the teeth, rushed down with her skirt held up, accompanied by a fragrance potent enough to suffocate cockroaches: "Dear Lord Louis, wait for me!"

Suddenly, Amy on one side remembered something and screamed: "Oh! I haven't put on my makeup yet! Damn it, Gal, how could you let me face Lord Louis without any makeup!"

If he noticed, he has been facing you with that bare face for a full thirteen hours. Gal said to Louis, "Moreover, I think he would look more pleasing to the eye if he didn't paint himself to resemble a traffic light so much, don't you think?"

"It is! Mentor Xiaoden! I will complete the task!" Suddenly, the excited Evan startled John—very few people shout in his ear.

Level One is also known as Demon Level. Louis thought that mentioning his own era caused a sense of incongruity for the priest, so he kindly continued along with his words, saying, "In other words, they can command other Di Fu to serve them to a certain extent, so the legendary 'Satan' actually belongs to the Demon Level Di Fu, but it is the highest Demon Level, as it can command all Demon Level Di Fu"

The crystal coffin was wrapped in intricate patterns of magical arrays, yet inside it was surprisingly simple, with almost no burial items—except for a single flower, a genuine rose, so vibrant it seemed as if it had just been picked from the morning dew. The man lying quietly there cradled it as if it were a treasure, and under the influence of some mysterious force, it had already bloomed for over a thousand years

Uncertain how much time had passed, a drop of dew rolled off the petal of the rose he held in his hand, flowing down along the man's pale fingers

Amy seemed to recall something as she paused her steps when passing by John, then suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and, with lightning speed, planted a kiss on his face with her wide-open mouth: "Remember to take your medicine, handsome. Mom will check when she comes back tonight."

They finally inquired about the era in which John existed, and the mysterious priest did not shy away from revealing that just a moment ago, he was engaged in a confrontation with the black-robed figures. This made his identity even more enigmatic. The Black Robe Rebellion was an extremely tumultuous period, during which Archbishop Aldo personally participated in the battles. The Sword-Wielding Priest changed hands at least five or six times, with each successor falling one after another on the battlefield, to the point where there was no time left to record the names of their successors.

Every hunter, scholar, and even priest and bishop who made outstanding contributions to the temple, whether they lived according to their own ways during their lifetime or not, seem to have an unusual fondness for gathering in Adorath after their death. This may be to facilitate waking up together at midnight to visit neighbors, chat about the weather, or play a couple of hands of bridge.

Then, before anyone else's gaze could fall upon his face, Amy screamed as if she had been splashed with sulfuric acid, covering her face and running away