"Blood Sect?" Old Charlotte shook his head suspiciously!

"When I was treating Miss, there were no pastors from other churches!" Old Charlotte was also shocked when he heard about the Blood Sect.

What a cunning old fellow. Mondri sighed inwardly.

"Old Charlotte, little Nia has a very good understanding of magic at a young age, and it was all taught by your magician father," Kirchman continued.

"Teacher Kirhiman has won the award, Nia has read a few more books at most, and I hope the teacher will teach me more about this naughty little guy!" "Old Charlotte looked at Nia who was sitting next to Ryan.

"Where does little Ryan live," Charlotte Sr. asked, looking at Ryan.

Ryan replied to Leith's home.

"So little Ryan's family is the old Buck family?"

Ryan nodded, suddenly confused. Old Charlotte seemed to have a lot of ideas about herself.

"Little Ryan, I've heard you're not Buck. "Old Charlotte asked about Ryan's personal affairs, and seemed to be asking about Ryan's origins. Ryan subconsciously glanced at Mondry.

"Uncle Charlotte, what's that?" Ryan suddenly pointed to a black orb on the trinket cabinet behind Mondry.

Mondri looked back and stood up, and walked over, the object attracting everyone's attention, and old Charlotte followed. Ryan exhaled lightly, only a few people in Starck Village knew about his origins! So how did Old Charlotte know about it, and he also came to trick himself into his origins! Ryan put aside his doubts for the time being.

"Old Charlotte, such a strange ornament?" Mondri pointed to the black round object on the cabinet, and saw that it was placed in the center of the cabinet.

It doesn't look like a precious item, why is it placed in such a conspicuous place?

"This little guy is my proudest thing!" said old Charlotte, who reached out and stroked the black round object.

Mondri was even more puzzled. "Little one!"

"Wait for me, the old fellow, to tell me about the origin of this little fellow!" I believe you will be attracted by this story," Old Charlotte recalled, his eyes softened.

"The story began ten years ago! Old Charlotte worked for the Holy Church and was a pastor in a small village!

"That little village must not dare to go out at night!Little Ryan, don't look at me like that!" Old Charlotte looked at Ryan with a disgusted expression. Ryan did despise old Charlotte and didn't dare to go out at night?

"You can't go out at night! Death must come to those who go out!" said Old Charlotte, in an accentuated tone.

"Of course, my old fellow, as the village priest, has an obligation to put an end to such strange events, and yes, I'm out the door," Old Charlotte took a deep breath.

"After I went out, the dark world outside the door suddenly became like day, startling my cold sweat and falling to the ground drop by drop. ”

Mondri frowned, "What's outside the door!"

Old Charlotte seemed to recall that scene, "There was a group of people in front of me, and those people were talking about something in that eerie tone!" Old Charlotte's eyes stared ahead, and his frightened expression stood out on Old Charlotte's wrinkled old face, as if he had returned to that time, to that scene.

"The most important thing is how you are still alive when you go out!" Mondri suddenly mentioned the point, and Mondri laughed loudly, so that the gloomy atmosphere set off by old Charlotte dissipated.

"Uncle Charlotte must have solved this problem," Ryan interjected.

Old Charlotte smiled wryly and shook his head. I went on. The story touched on how his old Charlotte went from being a priest of the Holy Church to a servant of some evil god.

"The sight in front of me makes me can't help but step back!

Little by little, the picture narrated by old Charlotte was sketched in front of several people:

Old Charlotte stepped back, and the sound of "click" followed the footsteps. Old Charlotte looked down and was surprised to find that there was a thick jungle of leaves under his feet!

Looking around, this is still the small village outside the door, this is a deep forest!

Old Charlotte realized that she might have fallen into some kind of psychedelic magic.

Hurriedly raised the staff in his hand. The eagerness of the heart did not make old Charlotte make the wrong choice.

Singing Magic: Exorcism!The magic surged to the tip of the staff, and a beam of light burst and rippled. After a flash of sparkling mist-like obstacleism, there was no movement at all.

Yes, there was no movement at all, and even the fellows sitting in front of them stopped chattering and turned their heads in unison, staring at old Charlotte. Which face is all blood-colored and confused together, and it is completely impossible to see the facial features, which is very terrifying.

Old Charlotte pulled his legs and ran into the forest.

"Huhuhuhu" The middle-aged white magician Old Charlotte, running violently, was eagerly panting. I've been desperate for a long time.

Old Charlotte leaned on a huge tree and looked back, and fell into the silence of the forest again, and no one came after him. Old Charlotte's heart dropped half a point.

"Little one, would you do me a favor?" the silence arose. A sound of vicissitudes sounded. Shock under extreme fear is deadly.

Old Charlotte subconsciously raised his staff!

"Who?" said old Charlotte, looking around. Disappointingly, he didn't find anything out of the ordinary.

The sound of the wood rubbing against the wood "click", the thickest oak tree around old Charlotte moved, and the big tree stretched out a trunk, shook the leaves and patted the old Charlotte's head. The person and tree in the picture are extremely weird.

"Dryads?" said Old Charlotte, running away from the tree's clutches.

"Dryads?" "Well, that's true" The huge oak tree stirred its bark and muttered the words, revealing two large, milky white eyes. Just stared straight at old Charlotte not far away.

"Do me a little favor, little one," the dryant still demanded.

Old Charlotte said vigilantly, "Then what is the little favor of the Tree Spirit Sage?" Old Charlotte has seen about this kind of old guy who has lived thousands of years old, and people call them the Tree Spirit Sage. Old Charlotte turned his head to look around, and when he looked closely, he felt as if he were in an endless forest of oak trees.

"Of course, as a great being, I will not treat you badly!"

"That little favor is to kill the old guys in front of me! They are so noisy that I can't sleep peacefully! I can't sleep every day because of the noise!" the dryad's roaring tone showed his excitement.

"Tree Spirit Wiseman! I'm just an ordinary little ninth-level magician! I'm not their opponent for the gang of evil organizations in front!" Old Charlotte shook his head, the difference in strength was there, and he was lucky to be able to escape.