It was a very sunny day, and the snow had stopped for three days outside, and Millie asked me to go with them to build a snowman, but I didn't go because I had to write a letter to Brother Charles.

Of course, I didn't really want to go out other than to write letters. The old lady who cooks at the church always stares at me when I go out, and she looks so scary.

The nun said she was a poor woman who had lost her husband and children to a plague.

Are poor people so terrible?

I wanted to ask the nun, but she went to get busy, she was busy every day.

When the nuns are not busy, they teach me to read and write, and I am already able to write letters on my own, and this is the ,,,

……

I learned very quickly and the nun was very satisfied. She said that I was the fastest learner and the smartest of the children she had taken in recent years. But I once secretly listened to her and Millie give a lecture, and she said the same about Millie. I suspect the nun is lying to Millie, but I am!

……

The nun said that reading can make you smarter, so I recently watched the three witchers, the Shadow of Vikas, and Kozuki in the middle of the lake, and I don't know if I became smarter, but the three witchers are really good-looking.

……

The nun is a nice person and everyone here is very nice.

……

I want to go home, Brother Charles, when are you going to pick me up?

……

The stroke-by-stroke font looks weird, immature, and ugly, but considering that it was written by a little girl under the age of eight, it is understandable.

In particular, some of the sentences above that are marked with "emphasis" are obviously showing something in a hidden way, which makes people want to laugh.

The young man looked at the letter, and kept thinking of the little girl who was both well-behaved and timid.

When did I ever have a headache about how to improve my relationship with a somewhat autistic child......

Unconsciously hooked the corners of his mouth, and Xia Er did not react for a long time. Until a sentence came from outside the carriage: "Young Master, the manor has arrived—Young Master Charles!" ”

Charles answered, folded the letter in his hand, put it in his chest, and then pushed the car door and walked out.

The winter weather is a bit uncomfortable, with the gloomy weather brewing in the morning, and now in the afternoon, the faint clouds begin to drift down in a steady stream.

Dots of white floated down, and on the black tuxedo made of expensive fabric stained on the shoulders, a trace of coolness slowly soaked into the body along the shoulders.

The manor seemed to have guests, and at the moment there were two parked at the door, in addition to a few carriages from the Cramston family. Charles glanced at it and didn't pay much attention to it. After looking up at the sky, he suddenly turned his head to look at the middle-aged coachman who was packing up the carriage.

"Rom, do you have any children at home?"

I don't know why he asked, but the coachman named Roma replied honestly: "Of course, I have a very sweet son, and every time I come home, he will rush over and hug my legs." ”

Under Charles's probing gaze, he sighed: "It's just that recently I had a temper with my wife, and his mother took me to my grandmother's house in the countryside. ”

Shaking his head, seeing that the snowflakes were already covering the young man's head, the coachman Rom couldn't help but say something.

"Master Charles, I think it's time for you to go into the room, it's cold and tight here."

Charles didn't feel cold, but the other man was obviously shivering from the cold, so he nodded at him and turned to walk towards the manor.

The security guards on duty wore dark blue coats, and despite the fact that they were covered in white, they did their duty and carefully observed each visitor.

Of course, you don't need to do that.

With a warm, trembling greeting, Charles pushed open the door and walked into the manor.

The hot breath followed, a far cry from the gloomy cold outside. It was a wave of heat from a towering fireplace not far away.

Of course, underfloor heating is also indispensable.

Two young maids in black dresses stood in the doorway, and when they saw Charles enter, they hurriedly began to clean the snow for him with handkerchiefs. Hair, shirts, trouser legs, and even leather shoes.

The three people sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor also turned their gaze.

One is the owner here, the chubby Earl of Cranston. At this moment, for some reason, he suddenly returned to the manor, and was sitting elegantly on the sofa master, looking dignified and reserved.

One of the other two, Charles, didn't know him, but the other made him unconsciously stunned.

What a coincidence.

The other party obviously recognized Charles's appearance, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.

However, the others didn't know what was going on, and when he walked in, another middle-aged gentleman with neat hair combed and unfamiliar to Charles couldn't help but look at the fat earl: "This is ......"

"This is my son."

The Fat Earl replied, and then beckoned to Charles, "Come here, come and meet Prince Patrick of Chauvin." ”

At breakfast, I heard the Earl of Cranston talk about this Prince Patrick, but I didn't expect to come here at noon.

However, Charles Ke had planned in the past, he deliberately looked at the black-haired young man next to Prince Patrick, who was obviously an entourage, and said: "Forget it, the nobles of our Durin Kingdom are all hillbillies, and I am personally a golden-haired hillbilly, but I don't have the face to make friends with the noble people of Sha Wenlai." You say yes, right? This gentleman? ”

The young man's undisguised gaze was clearly noticed, both by the fat earl and the prince, so he couldn't help but look at the young man he was teasing, and found that the man's face was gradually cramped.

"Miller, what's going on?"

"I ...... Uh, Your Highness, this ......"

Charles didn't listen much to the conversation between the two, and after the yin and yang were weird, he stepped to the second floor, not paying attention to the helpless and strange glad gaze of Earl Cranston.

The old, but not stale staircase was solid to step on, and the questioning voice behind him grew faint, and finally, by the time he reached the second-floor bedroom, all the noise had been left behind.

Although he pretended to be insulted and "went upstairs in anger", Charles was actually a little curious about what the prince of the chauvinist country came to Durin for at this time, but in front of business, this curiosity did not matter at all.

After closing the door and summoning the spirit of the morning "ghostwriter" to tell him how to revise the manuscript, Charles stopped paying attention to the resentful gaze. Instead, he sat on the other side of the desk, thought about it, picked up a pen and paper, and began to sketch and write on it.

He decided to think about what to do during this time.

There is no need for the shuttle door now, and there is no way to think about it, so I can only wait until it is upgraded on its own.

And because of this, Charles can't enter the evil power for the time being, so he can't enhance his spiritual power.

It made him a little depressed. But in fact, if you exclude these, he is not without things to do.

There are many ways to improve your strength, and the most direct one is, of course, to improve your realm.

In terms of realm, the ring level of the church did not require him to think much about it, and according to Charles's prediction, this kind of thing is estimated to be a matter of course.

And the necromancer doesn't seem to need to rush for the time being.

He only knew four spells at his current level, and there were still a few of them that he hadn't finished, including Chaos, Spirit Seal, Taunt Seal, and White Bone Strings.

Pure realm improvement does not play a decisive role in strength at all, and the most important thing is spells.

"And I don't have the third-level spells suitable for psychics."

Charles frowned, looking at the note in his hand that he had painted with irregular lines, and had a little headache.

The Bandage Man is a fifth-level necromancer, but his profession, or bloodline, is a vampire, and his spells are naturally different from those of a psychic.

Charles relied on his aunt's existence, and there was no need to worry about the psychic spells of the first two levels, but his aunt was only a second-level psychic. She didn't have a third-level spell either.

"You can look in the bandage man's books, I remember there are a lot of strange spells in those books." Charles muttered, thinking about where he was now in the Song of Ice and Fire, and it was probably not so easy to go back to the Great Wall of Desperation to read.

Of course, he could also run over with the scepter praying out of his body, but Charles didn't know if he could still enter the normal-sized room right now.

And it's not a problem to stay in the ravine all the time......

Secretly having made some decisions, he began to doodle again.

Excluding the direct strength, he also has a lot of side abilities that can be enhanced.

Whether it's the revolver drawings that I was still thinking about yesterday, or the abilities that I got from the archangel that trace the dreams associate.

The power of cards to control fate, Charles felt that he should pay attention to it when he had time, and he felt that the potential for the development of fate ability should be strong.

"Finally, there's enchantment."

When you think about it, it's quite a lot.

Charles knocked on his head. I think it's better to practice that dream ability, so that he has enough time to do these things.

"So now......"

Getting up, he was about to enter the ice and fire, but suddenly saw two figures leaving the place one after the other in the gloomy and snowy environment outside the window.

The one in front was obviously the middle-aged Prince Patrick, and the one in the back was his attendant, who was in a hurry at the moment, and was surrounding the prince as if to explain something.

"Seems to have been deflated?" Seeing this, Charles couldn't help but touch his chin.