The streets where the witch school is located are always quiet, with few vehicles or pedestrians passing by.

In the early morning light, there are only trees around except for buildings.

A thin mist filled everything in view, proving that it had been another wet day.

"Humid air is always in a harbour city."

Standing in front of the white curtain and watching everything cold outside, Xia Er took a sip of the tea in his hand and sighed slightly.

The shrill sound outside the door did not attract his attention at all, and it was the young witches who had begun to make a fuss about something trivial again. Along with their shouting, there was the encouragement and gloating laughter of some old witches.

However, this did not attract Charles's attention too much, and he paid attention to the headmistress standing in front of the villa outside.

The other party was on the phone, and his brows were furrowed, and his serious face obviously didn't look like he had heard anything good.

But Charles knew what she was talking about, because she had a mother who wasn't so strict-mouthed.

"If your daughter really can't help it, you can ask her to come to me."

After watching for a moment, he suddenly spoke.

"Will you cure infertility?"

Fiona, who was sitting in the chair behind her and fiddling with her phone, had a slightly suspicious voice.

……

She didn't follow her in last night's action, so after finding out early this morning that this person had returned, I couldn't wait to come here to find out what was going on.

I didn't expect Charles to suddenly say this.

"I won't."

Charles said honestly, then turned to look at the witch: "Have you heard of the holy foreskin of Jesus?" ”

The witch was thoughtful.

Of course she had heard of it, and although it sounded a bit nonsense, it was actually a special treasure of Christianity, and several churches in Europe alone claimed that they enshrined this holy relic, and it was obvious that Jesus could not have had several foreskins.

No one can tell which is true and which is false. However, it is said that praying for it is miraculous for female infertility.

"The real holy foreskin is with me." Charles replied, "And it does help your daughter now." ”

"If that's the case, I think she'll be grateful to you." Fiona smiled.

Charles shrugged at this.

This person is not very interested in this, and it seems that he does not very want his daughter to be able to conceive a child. Charles didn't know what she thought, but since people weren't interested, he wouldn't be the good guy anymore.

In fact, Charles suggested this because he was in a good mood because he had successfully settled the matter of the gods.

In another time, he didn't have the heart to pay attention to the question of whether a certain witch could give birth to a baby.

"Where has our angel gone? I didn't see anyone in the morning. Fiona asked behind her.

"Something happened to a friend, and he was called to help." Charles replied.

"Friends?"

"A nice bunch of hunters."

Hearing the word hunter, Fiona frowned visibly.

Despite being humans, there are actually many hunters who treat witches as monsters, and there are even methods and groups that specifically target witches. So while the hunters have maintained law and order in the United States to a certain extent, the witches rarely have a good opinion of them.

"The hunters are all racists, and I'm sure they'll all think of angels as monsters sooner or later."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a knock at the door, and after Charles answered, a sharp-chin witch cautiously walked in.

Looking at Charles who was standing in front of the window, and then at Fiona who was sitting behind, the witch smiled slightly and said hello: "Hi." ”

She didn't say anything, but since she had come to find Charles, it was clear that she had something to do, so Fiona stood up when she saw this.

"I'll leave first."

"Don't!" The sharp-chin witch hurriedly grabbed her arm, and then under the strange gaze of the other party, she smiled weakly: "This...... I ......"

"You want help?"

Charles at the window finished saying it for her. So he nodded his head with a pointed chin.

Charles had long known that he had a claim to him.

Under normal circumstances, he didn't bother to pay attention to it, but at the moment, he was light, and Charles did not refuse directly, but motioned to the other party to continue.

So the sharp-chin witch named Rottweina pondered her emotions for a while, and her face gradually became sad and angry: "A long, long time ago, because of a little, insignificant little thing, I was sealed by the witch leader of the assembly Most of the magic power on my body, so that I have suffered all the grievances and humiliations that I should not have suffered over the years, and"

"Getting to the point."

So Rottweina hurriedly said: "I want to ask you to do me a favor, well, the seal on my body, although I have not stopped trying all these years, but because the magic is not enough......"

Don't listen to her voice and look pitiful, in fact, this sentence has been brewing for a long time.

She'd had had the idea since she discovered Charr under magical effects, but as a cautious witch, she didn't dare to come into direct contact with him.

Instead, he encouraged his witch friend, Fiona, to be his own pathfinder.

Until now, it felt that Charles was a necromancer with a good temper and no quirks, and she didn't dare to ask for help from the necromancer, and her personality was generally weird.

Charles didn't know what was going on. At the same time, he didn't really know what magic was.

He had never relied on magic to cast spells, and he didn't need to do the same. But for what Rottweina said at the moment, Charles was not completely out of the question.

One of his gains from last night seemed to solve the matter, but Charles hadn't figured out how to use those things yet, so he couldn't do anything.

So he waved his hand, signaling that he would consider it.

Seeing this, with anticipation and apprehension, Rottweina withdrew.

With nothing to do and nothing to ask, the former superwitch left with her, and in the end, Charles was the only one left in the room.

……

Shire's harvest last night wasn't much. There are only five of them.

A spear from Odin, the treasure thunder of Zeus, the golden bracelet on the Hindu goddess, a golden scale, and a tender green leaf.

Very few, but Charles is not surprised.

These instruments containing special abilities are the same as their owners, and their power gradually decreases as the times change and time passes, and eventually, those who can't survive will fall silent or dissipate.

What can be left behind is basically what was once very remarkable, and this kind of object is destined to be rare.

It doesn't matter if it's less, the key is that the charr doesn't need it yet.

The True Eye suggests that these devices require a certain amount of divine power to use, just like the familiar things in ancient mythology that Charles had acquired in the Crowley Treasure, and could not be used immediately.

So he could only put it aside in another world for the time being, waiting for the slow study.

……

With the gods done, Charles had little else to do, and for the next few days he stayed at the Witch Academy watching Fiona gather the witches, without reminding her that he didn't need to do it anymore.

However, because of a certain minotaur, a Voodoo queen who was originally in a hostile state joined in. So it cannot be said that the charr "did not contribute".

His main focus was on practicing spells and his special trace abilities. There is little attention paid to other things.

Including the official formation of the Hunter Alliance, Dean once called him, but Charles did not go.

Crowley, the king of crossroads, also contacted him. The strange words smacked of intrigue, but Charles didn't pay much attention to them

The other party doesn't seem to be aware of the theft of his treasure. Of course, he also knew that Charles had broken into Hell, after all, there were many witnesses to that time.

There was also the Grim Reaper's counterattack against the Thule Society, which went quite smoothly, and Charles did not do it again, he just provided a green skull when the Grim Reaper's actions reached a certain bottleneck.

As a result, this organization with a lot of energy in the past was greatly damaged because of this.

However, Charles didn't bother to know much about the specifics. In his spare time, apart from dealing with some trivial matters, he has been waiting for someone to arrive.

Because of the unreliable test of the Church of the Main World, Charles stayed for a long time this time, a full nine days, and there was no delay in dealing with the Thule Society and the pagan gods.

But it wasn't until he was running out of time that the God named Chuck was too late.