"What we're going to talk about next is the seven abilities common to Salem witches, there have been many special abilities in the history of Salem witches, but those unique talents that belong to witches are gifts from nature, not the true inheritance of our Salem lineage, relatively ......"

In New Orleans, in the pure white witch academy, the headmaster Cordelia was standing in a bright conference room, giving a lecture to several witch apprentices in front of her.

However, there are only one or two who pay attention to the lecture.

A beautiful long black straight girl sits obediently on the left. A chubby black girl is listening to the lecture while munching on melon seeds.

There are two left, and the blonde stares around, but she always doesn't look at the middle-aged headmistress who is lecturing.

The uglier girl looked out the window in a daze, and her eyes forgot to glance at the villa next door from time to time.

"What kind of climate can these guys become?"

An outsider in the classroom secretly sighed.

The pointed-chin witch in a purple dress followed a group of apprentices to make up the numbers, listening to the lecture with a look of disdain.

Whether it is strength or talent, these young witches can't get into her eyes at the moment.

In terms of strength, Rotwena felt that with these people, she could fool them with one hand.

And talent?

Although the natural abilities of natural witches sometimes work wonders, in terms of the learning attitude of these little guys in front of them, it really takes a lot of effort to make them become climates.

After this period of contact, the personalities of these witches are really bad enough, and even Rotweina, who claims to be a senior witch, can't stand it.

"If I hadn't waited for that vanished guy, I wouldn't have been here to see you idiots."

Muttering secretly, she saw that several female students didn't give the principal much face, so she simply didn't pretend, took out makeup from her small satchel, and then patted her makeup in the vanity mirror.

Ever since Charles disappeared from the witches' school, Rottweina, who had asked for him, had thought about leaving the place, but she didn't want to leave in the end.

The main thing is that she thinks that she has been wandering for decades and has not found a way to unlock the seal on her body, and now she finally encountered a hope. Although she disappeared, she might reappear, so she stayed in the witch school.

Watching the scenery all day long, or hanging out with these young witches, it can be considered a leisurely life.

Relatively speaking, her good friend Fiona is still looking for the existence of a scribe with the dull angel.

They had some results, such as the Great Divination that had been planning for the assembly, and now that the time was ripe, they were taking a group of witches to a suitable place to start the ceremony.

The young witches who stayed behind were too weak to be mixed in, and Rottweina was completely uninterested.

Or rather, in this matter, she was only interested in Charles.

"It's a pity."

Glancing at her "beautiful" face in the mirror, the pointed-chin witch sighed melancholy.

"My Prince of Destiny, when will he reappear...... This? ”

At first, the words were full of sadness, but when they reached the back, they suddenly hesitated, staring straight ahead, the sharp-chin witch blinked, and then suddenly stood up, and said in an excited tone, "Charr!? ”

This situation startled Charles, who had just teleported behind the headmistress, and looked at the purple-dressed witch who reacted violently, and wondered when this guy was so familiar with him?

So excited?

As soon as this thought flashed, the headmistress in front of him hurriedly turned around, and then looked at Charles and his eyes widened, "You-"

She looked surprised, like the schoolgirls around the long table behind her, her face frozen.

But Charles glanced at it and got down to business.

"Is Casidio here?"

"Casidio and Fiona went to the outskirts near the autumn leaf forest, and they were holding a rally to divination." Although taken aback, the headmistress answered quickly and then frowned.

"Where have you been? Fiona: They've been looking for you for a long time, but they haven't found anyone. ”

"Went out for a lap." Charles shrugged, "I'll go to them, thank you for the news." ”

"Wait, wait!"

Seeing that this guy seemed to have the intention of leaving again, the sharp-chin witch who stood up hurriedly stepped on her high heels and ran over.

However, it is a pity that after her words fell, the young man in casual clothes had already disappeared into the classroom, and he could be said to have come and gone in a hurry.

Before she had time to think about it, under the strange gazes of the people around her, Rottena hurriedly carried her small satchel and ran out of the witch's school - she was about to catch up.

It wasn't until the classroom door slammed shut that the young witches on the lookers reacted.

"What just happened?"

The black fat girl sitting on the upper left hand has not yet eaten the melon seeds in her hand, the melon seed skin is sticky on her thick lips, and her eyes subconsciously look at the black and straight Zoe beside her

However, the other party is also at a loss for this.

……

If he could, Charles would have liked to ask what had happened.

When he left the evil powers, Charles remembered vividly that he was in a study in the middle of heaven.

However, after he shuttled into the evil force, he suddenly found that he had appeared in a suburb of Louisiana, USA.

Maybe there is no such thing as "save" after leaving this world, so it appears here randomly.

Charles was momentarily depressed about this, and then he had to face up to the question of where he should go to God.

This problem had plagued him in the early days of the evil forces, and now it is a matter that must be solved, otherwise whether it is the Sherding who can make his spirit grow, or God and his sister belong to the flower in the mirror.

He first thought of going to the author who wrote the "Winchester Gospel."

However, after searching on the Internet and following the address asked, I found that the author's home was empty.

That is, God has abandoned his writer's vest.

He had no choice but to contact his former acquaintances to see if they had any news.

It's just a pity that the former mobile phone no longer knows where he threw it, and it is very troublesome for him to contact acquaintances again.

The only thing that can be determined at the moment is the location of the witch school and the range of activities of the American hunters.

Thinking that it would be better to contact Cassidian as an angel than a group of ordinary American hunters, Charles grabbed the car and rushed over.

And then the above happened.

This entry is a special situation and there is also a time limit.

There are only ten days.

So Charles's current movements were extremely fast, and after learning the news, he left the school without hesitation and drove away quickly.

Ignoring the middle-aged old witch who came out of the back of the witch school.

Things went well, even overdone.

When he arrived at the site of the mangrove where the ceremony was held, he first spotted the Angel in the Gray Coat.

At the moment he was confronting a little old man with messy hair.

Eyes of Fate gave Charles the identity of the old man, another angel, named Metatron.

The trees were shrouded in greenery, and the female figures around the two of them collapsed to the ground, it seemed that they were witches performing divination rituals, but at this moment they all fell into a coma.

Charles was a little strange, and even though he had been away for a long time, he remembered what Casidio and his party were doing.

"Isn't divination about finding out where this guy is? How did you lure him out directly? ”