The angry two stepped upstairs with heavy footsteps, and the "stepmother" and "brother" downstairs could imagine what a violent quarrel was about to take place.

However, in fact, when the two entered a study on the second floor, the fat earl, who was still angry just now, restrained his expression, and then ignored Charles behind him, ran to the wall of the study and squatted down for a while, and then took out a bottle of lilac potion from the dark compartment in the corner.

Turning to Charles, he raised his hand and handed it to him.

"Drink?"

"Why?" Charles asked sullenly.

"If you don't want to be so irritable that you lose your mind." The fat earl said solemnly, "You'd better listen to me." ”

Charles gritted his teeth when he heard this.

Although he is irritable in his heart, he still has reason and thinking instincts, and although the current true eye cannot be used because of the cooling, there is no need to pit him in front of him.

And the meaning of his words is already clear - there are traces of this irritability!

So after staring at the small purple bottle in the other party's hand for a moment, Charles decisively took it, unscrewed the lid and drank it up.

The smell of essential oil like wind fills the whole taste buds, and immediately, a cool burst from the mouth.

The coolness passed, and from top to bottom, the boredom that made people scratch their ears and cheeks was swept away as if they had been washed away.

The irritable expression on Charles's face gradually calmed down, and he stood at the door of the study, thinking about some of the things he had just said, he unconsciously coughed dryly, and then changed the subject and asked, "What is this?" ”

"A tranquil potion produced by the Sisters of Meditation, which specializes in treating all mental illnesses." The Fat Earl replied, and when he saw that his face was fine, he turned and went to the chair behind the desk and sat down.

Then he looked at Charles, raised his hand and loosened his collar, and said angrily: "Because of your special state, I won't be like you, you uneducated bastard!" ”

People had just saved themselves to some extent, so Charles didn't care about the foul language in his mouth, but stood in front of the desk and asked, "What is that state?" ”

"You can call it a disembodied reaction." The Fat Earl said, "Your spirit body must be completely mismatched with your body, right?" ”

"What do you mean?"

"Size, width and height, that's what it means anyway."

"This ......" Thinking of his "three-meter-tall" spirit, Charles couldn't help but nod.

"It's not a good thing to have an oversized spirit." Seeing this, the fat earl sighed: "I encountered it a few times in my early years, and it was very uncomfortable, and I also relied on this potion to survive. ”

"So I can only drink this stuff all the time?" Charles frowned.

He actually wanted to ask why there were no such messy questions in the shuttle door world, but it was not easy to say.

"Not really. Wait until the next time you advance, and this hidden danger will naturally be lifted. As he spoke, the fat earl asked curiously, "What did you choose in the church?" Why do spirits rise so fast? ”

"It's the Shooter of Light." Charles replied.

No one knew about his identity as a necromancer, and his promotion in the church was naturally impossible to hide, and after he returned, he said that it was a long-range profession, which was what Bishop Feligi suggested he and others to say.

The fat earl obviously didn't believe his answer, but this matter was related to the church, so after snorting a few times, he didn't ask too much, and changed the subject with interest: "About tomorrow's ...... thing"

"I'm not going." Charles decisively rejected him.

He felt that he would be better off waiting for the shuttle door to cool down tomorrow afternoon, and then run out into the evil forces to see if he was still in the Forest of Death, which was out of sync with the normal world at that time.

Then re-enter the world of ice and fire to find out what happened after he left.

There are a lot of things, but I don't have the heart to pay attention to the boring problem of being bullied by my younger brother.

Speaking of his kind of character, it's hard not to be bullied, right?

Muttering secretly, the fat earl on the other side ignored his attitude and said to himself: "As far as I suspect, tomorrow's party is estimated to have something special, and you can take care of it as much as you go, otherwise it will be too dangerous for your brother to be alone." ”

"Then why don't you tell him to go?" Charles wondered, "And what am I going to do?" Give away heads? ”

I know that there is shit in the ground and I still want to step on it, how stupid it must be to do such a thing, this person in front of me doesn't look like a stupid person.

"I need to know what they're going to do." The Fat Earl explained, coughing dryly, "Since you know what I'm doing, you should be able to guess how important information is to us. Maybe a little detail can make the big picture. Of course, I'm just skeptical, and I'm not sure. ”

Charles was dumbfounded.

This cheap father is the Chancellor of the Exchequer on the surface, but secretly he is actually an underground party, and he is in the stage of conspiracy to "usurp the throne", which he already knows through the fate card, but he has never taken it seriously.

"No, no." The charr refused.

"Why?"

Xia Erxin said why do you want to go, you do yours, I don't want to get involved in this kind of power struggle, but on the surface, he said helplessly: "I'm actually very good, but I can't guarantee that I can take care of him." ”

Hearing him say this, the fat earl couldn't help but shake his head and looked at him with a serious face.

"Maybe you can't feel it yourself, but I think Pita City has changed a lot for you during this time, although you really don't have much strength, but I have a lot of confidence in you, go ahead, I believe in you."

"I don't believe in myself." When Charles heard this, he immediately said, "I don't have confidence in myself. ”

When these words fell, the fat earl, who was sighing, choked, then coughed, glared and said, "Don't make trouble, since you can be valued by the church, there must be something to be gained from you." ”

Charles didn't answer, just shrugged his shoulders.

Seeing this, the other party said, "Although I don't know what is important to the church about your bastard, but anyway, it's a good thing, after all, you are my eldest son... Maybe I had some misunderstandings about you before, but now that you can mend your ways......"

The other party began to gush on at length, but Charles's attitude towards this was only two words - hehe.

He admits that he has to live here somewhat before waiting for the church to decide, and he also thinks that the bottle of potion just now has solved a big problem for him.

But that wasn't enough for Charles to get into this game of thrones in such a daze-as he said it was serious, but who knows if he was hiding anything?

How many of them are "pitfalls"?

Don't think that the other party can't do this, a few months ago he called "himself" his own son to be bait.

He didn't speak, but his expression and attitude showed everything, so the fat earl was finally helpless.

"Well, since you're so uninteresting, then I have only one choice."

As he spoke, his face was full of reluctance, and Charles couldn't help but be vigilant when he saw this.

"What do you mean?"

Without replying, the Fat Count got up from his chair, walked to the side wall, and raised his hand to pick up one of his one-handed swords hanging there.

Then he looked at Charles, and after a clumsy flick of the sword, he held the sword in front of his eyes and muttered a spell in his mouth.

Immediately, the silver body of this one-handed long sword made of stainless steel rippled with an irregular arc of blue electricity, and a subtle sound of electricity appeared as a result.

Smiling with satisfaction, the fat earl looked at Charles with a serious face.

"If you go, I'll give you this sword. What do you think? It's attached to the primary lightning enchantment, so it's cool to take it out. ”

……

He looked at the long sword that flashed with a light blue arc, and then at the fat earl with a serious face.

Charles was speechless.

What is this? Fooling the little ones?

Shaking his head, he turned to leave. "If it's okay, I'll go first."

"Wait, wait!"

Seeing that he said to go, the fat earl hurriedly beckoned to him, "This one is not satisfied, there is the next one, you wait!" ”

Next?

Charles couldn't help but be intrigued. When I turned my head to look at him, I saw that the other party had taken out a black flintlock pistol from the study drawer.

"This gun is also attached to the primary lightning enchantment, whether it is the body of the gun or the bullet, it is very powerful, and the barrel is ......"

The Fat Earl explained endlessly, and Charles touched his chin thoughtfully, thinking of another question.

"There are a lot of good things in this study?"

Not noticing the strange look in front of him, the fat earl looked at Charles expectantly after finishing speaking: "What do you think?" ”

"Forget it." Charles replied, "I don't think this gun is as good as the long sword just now." ”

Firearms in the current era are slow to load, and a single shot requires a single bullet, and the power is not very high. In a sense, it's really not as good as a bow and crossbow that has been developed and perfected for countless years.

So the charr has little interest in it.

The fat earl gritted his teeth at this: "Don't do this or that, then what do you want?" ”

"I don't want anything." Charles replied, but halfway through that, he suddenly raised an eyebrow, glanced at the two weapons on the table, and then muttered, "But if you can tell me how to enchant this weapon, I can consider it." ”

"No way!"

"No, forget it." Charles only mentioned it casually, and he was not disappointed when he heard the words, and turned around to leave again.

But he was still stopped by the fat earl.

Later, under Charles's strange gaze, the other party thought for a long time with a look of embarrassment, and finally gritted his teeth: "Okay, deal!" ”

As he spoke, his face was full of pain, and Charles was surprised.

"Do you have to call me there? What the hell is he trying to do? ”

After looking at the other party suspiciously, he thought about it, but he didn't bother any more. After saying that he would be called tomorrow, he turned and left the place.

After a slight closing of the door, the study fell silent.

There was no one outside, and the fat earl who was sitting on the chair slowly retracted the painful look on his face, and after smashing his mouth, he sighed: "This stinky boy, it would be good to be so cunning earlier." ”