"Who instructed you to attack Mr. Cranston?"

The gentle words gave people the feeling of a spring breeze, but Brother Woody's eyes were unusually cold at this time, as if they were frozen into the bone marrow.

As soon as Charles joined the church, someone attacked him in broad daylight, and he was still so close to the church, I have to say that it was a slap in the face.

"I, I belong to the Gray Squirrel Gang in the city, and our boss asked us to teach him a lesson, only, just a lesson, no other purpose."

The blue-clothed little man stammered, for the monk in front of him, these locals were much more in awe than Charr.

The Squirrel Gang?

The two monks frowned in disgust.

They hate all darkness, and rightly so, this kind of underground gang is no exception, but existence is reasonable, and sometimes this kind of gang organization can provide more help than the official, and they do not kill them all.

Brother Woody then turned to Charles, "The church is not involved in such trivial matters, but I think the National Police Agency will give you an explanation." ”

He still said mildly, looking very kind. But Charles couldn't forget what had happened during the previous purification, and he laughed the happiest when the strange man was tortured into an inhuman form.

"Maybe one day it will be my turn." Thinking about what he had learned, Charles was secretly vigilant, but nodded honestly on the surface.

He thought that this might be the end of the matter, but Brother Woody seemed to be about to present a greeting to his new companion, and after saying that, he actually wrote a letter on the spot, and handed it to a priest to take him to the police station with the blue-clad boy.

Although this may be a means to win people's hearts, I have to say that this guy is really cool enough. Charles's impression of him changed because of this.

Since he didn't need to cooperate with anything, Charles simply waited for the result, so he said goodbye to the two monks and rode home in a black carriage.

However, he didn't expect that as soon as he arrived home, the result would already appear in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Sir Branston." The bald sheriff, who had once been an invincible man, stood up from the living room sofa with a strong smile and greeted Charles as he walked into the room.

"What? Trouble with me again? Charles glanced at him, a look of love that he didn't answer. As he asked, he took off his coat and hung it on a hanger at the door.

"Don't dare, don't dare, I'm bringing someone to confess."

Hearing this, Charles couldn't help but stop, then turned his head to look at him carefully, and then noticed that there was a big man kneeling there in the shelter of the sofa next to him.

The big man was upright, but his eyes were as small as a mouse, his hands were tightly tied, his face was pale, and he looked at Charles with a flattering smile.

"Squirrel Gang?" Charles asked tentatively, and he nodded busily.

This made Charles look a little dazed, and then looked at the bald sheriff standing on the side with a worried expression, he actually felt like a world away.

The Squirrels have something to do with the sheriff at the moment, as Charles knew from Detective Zoe, because she was the one she had provoked while investigating the sheriff, and Charles had kicked him in.

But he didn't expect that this man named Wilder. Mr. Lawson's sheriff actually brought someone to "bear the guilt"?

Should you be surprised by the influence of the church, or by the intimacy between a sheriff and a gangster?

Mixed thoughts flashed secretly, and Charles said casually: "Since the main culprit has been caught, then the normal trial is enough, what's the use of you looking for me?" ”

"The director has spoken, unless you speak, this kid must be severely punished." The bald sheriff lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly. On the outside, he looks deferential, but on the inside, he is very unwilling.

How could a person who couldn't live with certainty "abandon the darkness and turn to the light" in a blink of an eye?

This is surprising enough.

"Don't, I'm just a minion, and I haven't even inherited the title yet."

Charles's fluttering words made his face even more bitter.

"It's a matter of time." He hurriedly said.

"That's true," snorted Charles, "but I remember who told me about it, and it's not too late for you to inherit the title...... Who said that? ”

"I ......"

"So do you think it's better for me to inherit the title sooner, or not at all?"

The bald sheriff was speechless.

Seeing that he had become so cowardly, Charles pursed his lips in disappointment, sat on the sofa opposite, crossed Erlang's legs and said: "You are too ugly, I actually don't bother to talk to you, but if you tell me who instructed you, then our grievances will be written off." ”

"No one instructed us, but we were called to ......"

"Huh."

"The police reported by your housekeeper are also the clues he provided......"

"Well, since you still have the attitude that it's not too late to say this when you inherit the title, then we don't have much to say. Of course, I don't really know what you're afraid of, you know, I'm just a broken aristocrat. ”

"You have a great future, don't be like me, I'm actually just enforcing the law."

The bald man secretly scolded the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the Charles, and on the surface, he had to laugh with him.

Charles, however, shrugged his shoulders casually, not saying a word, playing with his fingernails, and glancing at someone kneeling on the ground with a vague look in his eyes.

Seeing this, Mr. Sheriff gritted his teeth and decided to shift the hatred points.

"I'm really not sure what you want to ask, I didn't have much purpose for you last time, but our director said, let me get to the bottom of you."

"So you're deliberately provoking me?" Charles was successfully distracted.

"This ...... I can't help myself. ”

"I can't help myself to the point where even a cowardly little girl can take advantage of it?"

"This ......"

Under the constant questioning, the bald sheriff's face was very embarrassed, and Charles felt that it was almost over, so he suddenly put away his smugness, sat upright, and said with a straight face: "Okay, I probably understand your determination to apologize, so let's do it for me, and we can be regarded as friends." ”

"Then my cousin......" he gestured to the squinting eyes next to him, who had been kneeling on the ground.

"Since they are friends, then naturally there are no grudges, you say, right?"

Internally, the bald sheriff was very unhappy to help the hateful imp in front of him, but there was no room for what the chief had said before he came, so he could either ask for the forgiveness of the gang or send the leader of the Squirrel Gang to prison for a few years.

It's really not particularly serious to stay for a few years, but my cousin's Squirrel Gang definitely doesn't want to ask for it anymore, which is a very serious loss for the bald sheriff.

That's why he's so low.

Otherwise, it's just a distant cousin, hehe......

"Whatever you say to do, we will do our best to do it for you." He said this, secretly hoping that Charles would not say anything that would embarrass him.

However, this seems unlikely.

"It's very simple, tomorrow I'm going to go to Canyon Town, you send a team of police to go with me, otherwise I'm alone, it's a bit weird and miserable, what do you think?"

Hearing this, the bald sheriff's face was a little uncertain, just in terms of things, this is really not difficult, but behind this matter......

In the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "I think that's the case, your dignified baron's dignity must be somewhat pompous." ”

"Yes, you see this thing is actually quite simple, not difficult, I have never embarrassed my friends."

"Hehehe......" The bald sheriff laughed dryly.

The matter was settled, and after a few more pleasantries, the bald sheriff left in a hurry with his cousin, who had not said a word from beginning to end, apparently in a hurry to go back and report the results, and then settle the matter once and for all.

Looking at them as they departed, Charles was thoughtful.

Although there are many inconveniences in joining this church, and there may be a risk of self-immolation in the future, it does not seem to be a bad thing for now......

That bald man, the villain is a sheriff, and the police department in Pita City has the largest number of sheriffs in addition to the chief and deputy director, and it can be called a big snake, and everywhere he goes, aren't they all people with heads and faces?

As a result, I just ran here like a grandson to apologize......

"This tiger skin is quite big."

Muttering, he suddenly became alert again.

"Before I practice the camouflage trio, I must not cast a necromancy spell in the world in front of the door, so as not to be detected!"

Thinking so, Charles secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, there are three spells. Otherwise, if he doesn't self-immolate, the chance of him being found is particularly high.

As for giving up?

It hadn't occurred to Charles that since he summoned Skeleton One while in captivity, he had no way out

There is no turning back when you open the bow, and it's useless to give up now, and the black history is also there, and it is also a dead word to be discovered.

It's better to continue cultivating, maybe it will be of some help in the future.

One can only hope that this concealment will last a little longer......

As for self-immolation?

That was really just Charles' own speculation, but no one, or any book, had spoken of a clash of spells or self-immolation.

Then what is there to hesitate about, just pay attention.

Thinking secretly, Charles didn't notice that the servants couldn't help but peek at him.

Sheriff Rosen is known to everyone in Pita City, and his style is ruthless, and he does everything he can to handle cases.

His reputation is not bad, but it is not very good, and coupled with his unclear relationship with the local gang, he is an extremely difficult figure for the general public.

However, who would have thought that he would be so low in front of this person?

"Master Charles isn't even 17 years old, is he?"

"yes, just an adult......"

"Viscount Russell's second son is as old as him, and yesterday I saw him come out of Old Jack's with his pocket, and I think he lost a lot of gold pounds."

As he spoke, they looked at each other for a while, feeling that people were really incomparable.

Viscount Russell was very wealthy, even the richest man in the city of Pita, he opened a winery, a steelmaking factory, founded a tailor chain, and is said to have a stake in the Third Bank of Turin.

Relatively speaking, his sons are much more overshadowed, the eldest son has joined the Royal Navy for many years, and he has not heard of any name, and the second son hangs his son every day when he wanders around, either gambling or prostitution. Prostitution, an entire aristocratic affair, was despised by the people of Pitta, including them.

However, what the maids didn't know was that the second son of the viscount they called was actually a fox friend in some sense, and the original body had even borrowed money from him before......