The wound on the neck was bloody, and although it was bandaged, it couldn't stop the massive amount of bright red from seeping out.

The comatose young man was thick and big-eared, and he was carried into the study, which made Charles feel that he seemed a little familiar.

"Your Excellency, please save him!"

The short-haired boy knelt in front of Charles, his face full of shame and sadness.

"Piper's sword is broken, I-I didn't mean to!"

Jon was accompanied by two of his fellow Night's Watchmen.

One was thinner, and his face was also very anxious. The other chubby one looked at Charles with a timid gaze.

And the captain of the guard, Iron Leg, stood at the door of the study, watching all this.

It was him knocking on the door just now—

Iron Leg felt that Charles had a different attitude towards the bastard of the Stark family, so he would rush to bother.

Otherwise, it is really impossible for ordinary people to put it in.

Of course, he was right, Charles really didn't feel displeased.

Standing in front of everyone, Charles looked down at the pale young man on the ground, who was no longer breathing, and after a moment's silence, he raised his eyes and asked, "Are you saying that your sword suddenly changed color, and then your friend's sword was broken?" ”

"Yes." Jon nodded excitedly, "They don't believe it, but I'm not lying, Piper is my good friend, how could I kill ......"

This bastard has always been steady and restrained in the past, but at this time he shows the demeanor that he should have at his age. And it seemed that he was afraid that Charles would refuse, and his expression was very worried.

Charles nodded, and looked down at the dead Night's Watch named Piper at his feet.

In order to save a target who has already died, in addition to simply resurrecting a corpse, the necromancer actually has a resuscitation ritual that can resurrect a person who died within 24 hours into a living corpse with memories and feelings from the time of death.

However, due to time, this second-level necromancy charr has not yet learned.

But that doesn't mean he can't help it. Or, before that, he might have had a headache about it, but now......

The left hand that was hovering over his side lifted slightly, and a large amount of black smoke emanated from his hand and arm like dust, curling and wrapping around the entire arm, and then scattered and disappeared.

I saw that Charles's left arm had changed its appearance at this moment-

The whole body is wrapped in gray-white bandages, and only half of the pale fingers of the hand are exposed, and the nails that follow the relaxation of the palm become unusually black.

This is another use of godhood.

In the previous repetition of the constant god-changing, Charles discovered that he was actually able to change part of the god, without having to change all of them.

Of course, this kind of transformation will also hinder the original ability in the body, and it is not "cost-effective" compared to the real transformation.

It's just that outsiders are present, and he doesn't want to expose his abilities so simply.

The others around looked at the eerie-looking arm, a little unaware. Then I saw Charles's downward palms flipped slightly upward, as if to summon something.

Then, while everyone was stunned, a large amount of blood that flowed out of the original wound like a stream suddenly began to flow back, flowing down the wound of the dead body back into the original flesh and blood.

Then the flesh contracted and tightened, and immediately after, a loud sobbing sound was heard.

I saw the dead corpse's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the diffused brown pupils tightened, and then retracted and condensed, revealing the eyes that a normal person should have.

Then, the young man who was lying on the ground slowly straightened his upper body, his face was dazed, he raised his hand and couldn't wait to touch his wound that had healed, and his eyes looked at the brown-haired young man who was kneeling beside him, his face was also full of weirdness.

"I ...... Jon, you're ......"

"I ......"

The two looked at each other dumbfounded, one side surprised by their own integrity, and the other shocked by the fact that their dead companion was so lightly resurrected-

If I'm not mistaken, the last time this lord resurrected them, it was quite a big scene.

The two men who followed Jon were equally uneasy.

Especially the big fat man, whose mouth was so big that he could even see a meaty little tongue, and a pair of small sesame eyes that were as round as copper bells, and after being glanced at by Charles, he trembled like a mimosa, and then quickly lowered his head and pretended not to exist.

After the spell was cast, the black mist of Charles's bandaged arm suddenly evaporated, and finally the bandage disappeared, and his hand returned to its original condition.

The impostor god of the past is not counted, but at this moment, as a true god, or a charr who can become a real god, it is not a difficult thing to resurrect believers.

He only needs to transform into the Stranger form in charge of death, and then slightly drive the divine power of faith condensation in his body, which is enough to resurrect the target.

So this seemed like an amazing move in the past, but for him now, it's really just a matter of waving his hand-

Of course, as in the case of the abilities of the gods in the past, this resurrection is limited to believers of the seven gods.

"Take him back and eat more blood-replenishing food."

Seeing that the people around him were silent for a long time, Charles opened his mouth to command, and then waved his hand.

Seeing this, the people around hurriedly carried Piper, who had actually recovered, away. In the end, only the brown-haired teenager was left behind by Charles.

"My ......, my lord"

The boy was still on his knees, his face filled with gratitude and apprehension.

Charles motioned for him to get up, and he sat back in his chair.

"Tell me, what happened at that time?"

Jon stood up a little stiffly, organized his words, and said, "Piper and I were practicing daily at the training ground at the time. Then, all of a sudden, my blade turned black, and then Piper's sword broke, and ......"

As he spoke, his face frightened, as if he blamed himself for almost killing his friend with his own hands.

However, the charr had just heard about it.

"Where's the detail?"

"This ......"

Jon hesitated for a moment, then said with a little shame, "Piper's skills are not as strong as mine, but he has a lot of strength, and he usually relies on this trick, just now when we were training swordsmanship skills, I was even accidentally suppressed by Piper, so I was a little angry, and then ......"

He paused for a moment and said with a little embarrassment: "Then I shouted a word of adult blessing, which was just to lift my spirit......"

His expression was quite sincere, and Charles looked at him quietly when he heard this, a little speechless.

So that's how the Seven Gods work in response to their prayers?

He thought in secret, and did not speak for a while.

This made Jon secretly glance at him several times with some trepidation, for fear that Charles would not be happy with it.

After all, he can be regarded as an admirer of himself, and of course Charles can't have this kind of emotion, he is just a little puzzled.

After all, if everyone, or every believer, shouted like this, then the world must not be chaotic?

But before he could continue to think deeply, there was a sudden noisy uproar outside.

Then hurried footsteps came again from outside the study.

"My lord, someone is asking for help."

What's going on again? Charles frowned.

However, at the current juncture, it may be related to the seven-pointed star in his body, so he has no idea of refusing.

Answering the call, Ironleg walked in with a woman who was clearly a savage wrapped in animal skin.

As soon as she entered, the weather-covered savage woman fell to her knees with a puff, and raised her hands to the baby in her arms, and a cry rang out: "Please save my child, please, he has only been born for less than a year!" ”

"What's wrong with your child?"

"I, my child, was struck by lightning!"

Thunder?

Hearing this, Charles subconsciously looked at the clear sky outside, and then looked at the blackened baby wrapped in a bear skin that was lifted above the woman's head, and was a little speechless.