When the Song of Ice and Fire began to change, Charles was waiting quietly in a carriage outside the town.

The bakery was much closer to the town than the church square, and he was there in advance, so he was quicker than the old man of the oak tree.

But in spite of this, when the old man of the oak tree returned slowly, he still looked at him with a suspicious gaze.

"You smell of hypnotic grass on you, and you've gone into town."

Charles didn't answer, glancing at him, then turned his gaze back to a book about the customs of the nations of Acavia—something he had brought to pass the time.

"I'm talking to you, boy!"

The old man was a little angry.

It's just that Charles doesn't think he's going to do anything out of the ordinary when he's angry, so he still doesn't pay attention to it—it's called treating others the way they want to be treated.

It's "cool" when you ignore others, but it's obviously not so fun to be ignored. Looking at the young man sitting there with a good face, the old man Oak had a toothache.

However, the old man was able to bend and stretch, sat back in his position, and soon stopped thinking about it at all, muttered and pulled down the hat on his head, and fell asleep again.

The purring then "bloomed" again.

After glancing at him again, Charles pursed his lips.

There was really nothing to hide from entering the town, and Charles didn't think he could suspect him about the ghost, after all, he did something so concealed that even the knocked unconscious underground party didn't see anyone else.

It's just that if it's not necessary, Charles doesn't bother to say it, after all, if you say too much, you will lose.

As for the moment completely ignoring Angus. Oak, that's pure revenge.

……

The rickety carriage headed for the city of Porso in the north of the town, and it was already dark, and it was estimated that it would be completely dark halfway through the road.

The night roads in Durin are not safe, you can't see anything during the day, and any ghosts, snakes, and gods will come out at night.

It's just that the two in the carriage aren't afraid of this. And because of the large price he had paid, the coachman, though a little timid, was still very willing to believe in the abilities of these two church members.

During this time, the dark gold ring on Charles' left hand began to vibrate, causing Charles to vaguely guess something, but because of the presence of others, he did not have a chance to summon the Book of Roots to check it, so he held back.

There was basically nothing to say along the way, but there were some weird screams on the way, but after the old man of the oak tree with his face and hat casually slapped him on the carriage twice, this kind of harassment never appeared again-

Obviously, although he was sleeping, and although he was snoring loudly, he was not ignorant of his surroundings.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and dark clouds are gradually gathering from all directions. By the time the carriage returned to Portso, it was almost midnight. At this time, the church of San Cassel was still guarded by monks, but most of them were closed.

Charles secretly thought that the Cranston Manor was now quiet, and it would be more disturbing to run back at this time, so he stayed with Old Man Oak at the reception of the church for half the night.

Under the nose of the church, of course, nothing was done during this period.

……

"What do you think of the Charles?"

The next morning, after reporting to the ministry, Charles went back to "write" the manuscript.

Siegel, however, talks to Old Man Oak about his performance.

At this time, the old man of Oak was sitting in the high-backed chair that he had met Charles for the first time not long ago, and his posture was not as "sluggish" as last time, but it was not very formal either.

Hearing the words of the person opposite, he touched the handle of the crutch and snorted, "It's not polite at all." ”

Siegel coughed dryly when he heard this, and felt that he might not be able to resist being rude in front of him, so he didn't answer the stubble and changed the subject: "I mean other aspects, well, other than politeness." ”

"Sullen."

The old man Oak thought for a moment, and then added, "Be very careful. ”

"Well, apart from these, what about the rest?"

"What else could there be?" The old man of the oak tree is a little impatient, he can answer the question normally and is already very face-saving, okay, why does this guy still have to inch in.

"Anyway, it's better than when you were younger."

Muttering this, under Siegel's helpless gaze, he left here step by step on crutches.

This may sound like a blow to himself, but Siegel vaguely understands that the old man has a good opinion of the young man who is called his partner, who is actually the object of protection.

This makes Siegel more pleased, not to mention the son of the gods, not the son of the gods, it is indeed a happy thing to have a subordinate with great development potential to help develop the gospel department, after all, this department can be set up and is in urgent need of talents.

……

Angus. Oak trees are not simple.

On the way back, Charles told himself repeatedly.

This is not because of the light and easy way he used to deal with the enemy, but because of "intuition".

In previous lives, people said that women's intuition is generally accurate, but Charles, who has the talent for fate, has much more accurate intuition than women.

He didn't do anything along the way, but secretly he wanted to touch the other party and grab the fate card many times so that he could get a closer look at the old man of the oak tree.

However, whenever he wanted to make a move, the alarm in his heart would burst out.

Obviously facing an old grandfather who sleeps like a dead pig, why did this happen?

Charles didn't know, but after careful consideration, he decided not to take the risk - after all, this person was not an enemy at the moment, and there was no need to get to the bottom of it.

"It's just that if it's a big master, why did you come to protect me?"

Charles in the carriage was puzzled.

Let's just say that the identity of the son of the gods is more unique, and it will not be such a "waste of resources". If it is true that every son of the gods will receive this kind of care, then the masters of the upper echelons of the church basically don't have to do anything else, and they will be able to protect people.

"Is there something I don't know about?"

This question remained in his mind until Charles returned to the manor.

However, this kind of thing is like a lot of questions, the information is not comprehensive, and I can't understand it at all.

Charr left it behind him, returned to his bedroom, closed the door, sat down on the bed, and summoned the Book of Roots.

Looking down and turning the book to the corresponding page, Charles suddenly realized that this time it was not one, but two!

"Vampires and skinners?"

Staring at the two pages of the monster file, Charles raised an eyebrow, then touched his hand over the vampire.

Pictures flickered in his mind.

In the convoy slowly driving along the muddy road towards the Great Wall of the North, a mercenary hired as a protector suddenly awakened, and subconsciously showed a mouthful of ugly protruding buckteeth, which made the captain of the escort on the road, who was already at odds with him, immediately shout monsters, and then attack aggressively.

It's a pity that he is not an opponent at all, and he was bitten to death by the mercenaries in a few clicks.

After that, it's time for the murderous image of this progenitor vampire. The unique Book of Roots had completely transformed him into a bloodthirsty monster. Until a knight rode his horse and cut off his head with a sword.

But this is not the end, but only the beginning.

After the group of knights left, the rest of the caravan was gathering the corpses, but the captain of the guard, who had been bitten to death by the vampire at first, suddenly opened his eyes, and his fangs flashed in his mouth.

The screen stops here.

With his palm off the page, he looked at the page full of vampire's abilities and strengths and weaknesses, and then at the number 5 that was displayed in the number. It didn't take any further reading for Charles to understand what was going on.

"If he keeps going like this, won't I be able to get an army of vampires in the near future?"

Charles pondered.

Although the "ancestor" vampire was killed by an ordinary knight, it was very bad. But in a song of ice and fire, knights are also a rarity. Ordinary people, even soldiers, have little chance of winning against the almost immortal vampire.

It didn't look like an evil force where many hunters were familiar with their weaknesses and thermal weapons.

"Should I look forward to it, or should I limit it?"

The human population in the Middle Ages was not very large, so this was a problem. It's just that the skinners haven't observed yet, and he hasn't thought much about it for the time being.

However, Charles finally didn't have time to turn to the next page when he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who?" He looked up in confusion as he dispersed the Book of Roots in his hand.

"It's me."

The voice of the Earl of Cranston came from outside.