Charles asks Her Majesty for a way to gain great power, only to be told that his predecessor has asked this question as well, and then hangs up, and asks Charles if he wants to know how he hangs.

Do you still need to ask?

"I'm still ........ for the time being I don't want to know, but I'll definitely want to know later!"

Charles only thought about it for a few tenths of a second and made a decision, he didn't coerce, but he did things now only according to his own heart, and if he didn't want to know, he didn't know.

"You are a smart person, you are still very weak now, don't go after what shouldn't belong to you, and when you reach the high level, you will be qualified to ask me again. ”

"Higher-rank?"

Charles smiled bitterly, he hasn't even reached the middle rank now! When will the high rank end? Those characters who have been stuck in the seventh rank and have not even been able to climb the middle rank for a lifetime, which one has not been a "stunningly talented" character? Not in the years.

"Your talent is very special, it is not difficult to be promoted to the high rank, it shouldn't be too long!"

“............”

Charles was depressed to himself! I didn't want Her Majesty's words to make him feel so angry that he had the thought of "I am indeed the protagonist."

"Your Majesty, Moore Medius once told me that as a god, he has the right to trample on sentient beings, and even if the Church of Light knows about it, he will not be overly pursued, so whose family is he?

"He is the Servant of the Night God, if he just took the lives of some ordinary people, the Church of Light would not care, they are a bunch of hypocritical things, and the world is just a tool to them. ”

“..........”

"Your Majesty, if an outsider asks me, I should claim to be ........ Who's Favorant, and moreover, Moore Medius seems to know your identity through the Light of My Divine Favor, and she may tell the Night God. ”

Charles was a little apprehensive in her heart, after all, the last time Charles asked about "her" by name, she diverted the topic at that time, and she had actually exceeded the duty of a family member to ask again this time.

"Who am I? You don't want to know now! As for Moore Medius, he's dead, and now the Moorish Order is under my control. ”

“............”

Hearing Her Majesty say that the Moorish Church had fallen under his control, Charles, who was already confused about "her" identity, was even more confused.

"Is 'she' the true god on the dark side or the big guy on the light side?"

Judging from the effect of Her Majesty's appearance every time she comes, "she" should be the boss of the dark night side, but if you infer it from the light of the gods on Charles's body, then "she" should undoubtedly be the true god of the light system, and now a true god of the light department has subdued a third-rate sect on the night side for his own use............

It's inexplicable!

"This is your last thing!"

A short staff appeared in front of Charles, its fine openwork veins radiating a divine glow, and Charles was a little out of breath when he looked at it.

But Charles was reluctant to look away, and the strong energy fluctuations made him feel the ultimate essence of a trace of power.

This should be what all transcendents seek all their lives!

"Anything else?"

Her Majesty began to send off guests indifferently again, and the enclosed dark space showed signs of dissipation.

"No......... And one more thing!"

Charles was looking at the staff levitating in front of him with fascination, and subconsciously wanted to say that there was nothing wrong, but he suddenly remembered something.

"What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, I once killed one of the instigators of the Moorish Order, and they have traced my leads, can you help me solve this problem?"

Charles didn't catch up with the thin assassin, he was not sure, he was not afraid, but he was afraid of implicating Olive and Fani, after all, as a close family member of his pig's foot, it was a very high-risk identity.

"I'll let Lycia contact you!"

"Who is Lycia?"

Her Majesty said casually: "The new leader of the Moorish Order!"

Charles was stunned and asked again, "Who is she...... Your dependents?"

"No, she can't bear my power!

"Well, Your Majesty, I am honoured to be entitled to the title of 'I am your only one'!"

Charr felt the endless darkness quietly dissipate, reached out and put away the short staff that had collected all the light, and pondered silently for a long time in the night sky before he said with some self-deprecation.

..................

..................

Most of the doubts and worries in his heart were dispelled, and Charles, who had been busy and nervous for several days, slept sweetly in the middle of the night, and only got up at three o'clock in the morning.

When he slipped downstairs to get ready for dinner, Roy, the butler, was already waiting for him in the lobby on the first floor, and by looking at his expression, he knew that something was happening again.

"Roy, if it's bad news, wait until I'm done with breakfast! ”

Roy bowed slightly and said, "Master, I'm not sure if it's good news or bad news, you can see when you get to the door." ”

Charles was a little puzzled, the butler Roy's personal quality is very high, and he can say everything, what is the best and the worst?

Charles walked out of the hall of the main house, and at a glance saw a large area of color at the entrance of his house.

That's colorful flowers.

At this time, it is the middle of winter, the earth is slaughtered, it is a bleak and withered season, except for those evergreen trees and carefully kept in the house, it is difficult to see a green leaf, so many flowers are suddenly piled together, how bright and how eye-catching?

"Master, since the early hours of the morning, many women have come to the door with flowers, and they leave without saying anything, and the guards at the door don't know how to deal with it, so they come to ask me, but I don't know what to do. ”

"What kind of woman?"

Roy replied with some curtle, "I think most of them are women on 13th Street........."

Charles' brow furrowed, he wasn't sure if someone was behind it.

"Master, these are all potted plants that have been carefully kept in the house, some of them are still precious varieties, those women cut them and sent them here, obviously respecting you very much, so I didn't drive them away........" Roy saw Charles's face unswerving, and hurriedly stepped forward to explain.

Charles waved his hand, paced out of the gate, picked up a bouquet of Sayuri to his nose and sniffed it gently, the faint aroma was very refreshing.

"There is no need to drive them away, no matter what their identity is, they are all flesh and blood people, and if there is such a thing in the future, give them a hot tea and food, the weather is too cold in winter, if people's hearts are cold, then they will not be able to live." ”

“............”

"Yes sir, your good name will surely spread on the mainland like Baron Charrickson. ”

"Charrickson?

"A man who is welcomed and adored by all the women of Thirteenth Street!" said Old Roy, a look of adoration and yearning in his eyes.

Charles twitched, always feeling that Roy's words were a little awkward, being adored by a group of Fengyue women, is it a good thing or a bad thing?

What would Fani think if she knew all this?

I'm a serious person, how can I explain that to her? What woman isn't jealous?

In the afternoon, Lord Fani arrived, as Charles had expected.

Just as Charles was about to come up with the rhetoric that he had been thinking about for most of the day to explain that he really had nothing to do with those Wind Moon Women, Lord Fani made a surprise move to Charles.

"The royal family's New Year's party is coming, and Charles should familiarize yourself with the dance again. ”

Well, it's a very enjoyable thing to dance with your wife-to-be and experience the pleasure of close friction.

However, Charles and Fani only danced half a tune before they noticed the difference.

She used to dodge and dodge now, and her two small hands gripped Charles's arms and waist tightly, as if she was worried that he would fly.

Sheldon felt ........ Double!