The speed with which Charles came to the door was a bit unexpected, and in the early morning, his bloodshot dark eyes had just opened, and a man in a crisp white tuxedo came into view.

The handsome man, who looked to be in his twenties, with neatly combed blonde hair, was sitting at his desk in front of the bedroom window when Charles looked at him, playing with a slender rib that was white and red.

Charles had just looked at him when the young man with his head down and his bones looked away from the bones as if he were watching, and looked at the scruffy boy who was wearing only a pair of black trousers and no quilt.

"Where did you get this?"

"Can I call the police?" Charles replied not to the question. Despite discovering the ankh of thorns on the chest of his tuxedo, Charles still "gags" as if he didn't recognize his identity.

"If they're willing to take it."

The man shrugged his shoulders and placed the keel lightly on the table, then got up and walked to the head of the bed, looked down at him and said, "I am responsible for escorting you to the Cathedral of Say, because of your status as a nobleman in Turin, I will not be rude to you, but you better be sensible." ”

Charles nodded silently and said nothing.

At this point, we can only take one step at a time.

So without the slightest friction, he put on a shirt, and then he was not ready to wash his face and brush his teeth, and directly signaled that the person who came could leave.

"You're having a good time."

"Finish early, get it done early." Charles replied calmly. At least on the surface, I can't see that he has the slightest weakness.

This made people appreciate him a little,

"My name is Elliot," he said

"Charles. Cranston. You should know. Charles responded, and then stretched out his hand to ask, as if he had the initiative.

Stunned, Elliot chuckled and walked towards the door.

"When people who study dark magic come to our door, some will resist, some will beg for mercy, and some will even run away in advance, which is rare like you."

"I was falsely accused." Charles said stiffly. Until the last minute, he wouldn't admit it anyway.

"Yes," Elliot said without looking back, "I hope you're telling the truth." ”

As they spoke, they passed by the living room.

A girl holding a ragdoll bear then came into view, and Elliot looked at her a few times and sighed inexplicably.

As he walked out of the room, he and Charles said, "This little girl is terminally ill. ”

"Terminally ill?" Charles frowned: "What disease?" ”

"You'll have to ask the doctor." Elliot said, "I can only see that she is about to throw herself into the arms of the Lord." ”

Hearing this, Charles couldn't help but be silent.

If he had heard this in his previous life, Charles would have only disdained it, but now that he heard it, he couldn't help it.

This is a world where there is God.

He knew this before he was possessed.

"So the girl is dying?"

Charles was inexplicably a little sad, but then he forgot about it.

If he can't survive the current difficulties, he will probably throw himself into the "arms of the Lord" earlier than the girl.

Or maybe go to hell.

So instead of pitying others, you should pity yourself......

Charles didn't bother to stir up any more topics because of his preoccupations, and Elliot didn't bother with Charles since he left the room.

So the two of them got into a carriage and took advantage of the fresh morning air and deserted streets to quietly rush to the Cathedral of Say.

The church, the only one in the city of Pitta, is located in the middle of St. Say Street, not far from Privet Street, where Charles lived, and was reached in less than ten minutes by carriage under Eliot's watch.

The black-skinned carriage stopped at the edge of the square in front of the church, and the two jumped out of it.

The church is located in the depths of a flat white stone square, and as far as the eye can see, it is a milky white stately building that is close to the style of the Romanesque church in memory.

It is roughly square in shape, with towering bell towers on both sides, a central gatehouse carved with some intricate and quaint thorn motifs, and a large stone white thorn cross standing at the top.

Three curved arches stood under the gatehouse, and under the leadership of Eliot, they entered through the right archway, and after walking through a long corridor and hall with stone pillars, they came to the inside of the church, and they did not know which room it was.

"Good luck." Elliot nodded at Charles at the door, then turned to leave. Charles took a deep breath and pushed open the door with trepidation.

The two priests, dressed in white robes, were already waiting in the room, and when they saw someone push the door open, their clear and radiant eyes focused on the visitor.

Their eyes are like substance, and they seem to be able to see through people's hearts. It's not a vague illusion, but it does give people a special feeling.

Charles tried to keep himself calm, but under this deep gaze, he couldn't stop his heart from beating a drum.

"You may be seated." After staring at him silently for a moment, one of the slightly younger middle-aged priests held out his hand to signal.

So Charles sat across from them, separated by a long table.

"Please put your hands on the crystal ball."

The voice was still gentle, but the words in it were unquestionable, and although Charles was weak-hearted, he did not hesitate to do so, and did so decisively.

It's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

Now that you are cowardly, you can only increase the possibility of exposing yourself!

He thought so, his hands already close to the transparent crystal ball that was quietly placed on the table.

However, as soon as he touched it, he jerked back his hand.

"Are you scared?" Seeing this, the middle-aged priest's quiet gaze flickered for a moment, and his gentle voice became inexplicably stern.

"No, it's just a little hot." Charles hurriedly replied that he was not lying, and that he had indeed touched a soldering iron just now, which caught him off guard.

But as soon as these words came out, the faces of the two priests became a little strange, they looked at each other, the middle-aged priest's lips squirmed, as if he wanted to say something, but the old priest shook his head slightly

Then his words were swallowed back, and his eyes returned to Charles.

Charles didn't notice anything unusual between the two, and he was already attracted to all the attention of the crystal ball in front of him.

Amazingly, after his hands were covered with it, a milky white halo bloomed from the depths of the crystal ball, expanding and expanding, and finally rolling like a cloud.

At the same time, a milky white light extended from the crystal ball, visible to the naked eye, and continued to climb along Charles's arm, finally enveloping him completely.

Charles didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, and there seemed to be no surprise other than an initial scald.

The light shrouded his whole body, and he even had a feeling of warmth like spring.

Seeing this, the two priests nodded.

"It turns out that you don't have any dark magic on you." An old voice sounded, it was the old priest who had not said anything before: "But that doesn't mean you've cleared your name, we still need to ask you a few questions." ”

"Okay, excuse me." Charles tried to keep himself calm. so as not to reveal the doubts in your heart.

He had clearly used the kind of spell related to death, why didn't they detect it?

It seems to be a little watery......

"We learned you got a notebook in a casino, where is it now?"

"Snatched away."

Charles replied. It's the truth.

"Who is it?"

"A guy named Joffrey."

"When and where will it be snatched?"

"Last night, there was a street, I don't know exactly where it was, and then I was beaten up by Fat, and finally I came home inexplicably."

Charles copes with the situation in the same way he did with polygraphs. He didn't know exactly how the crystal ball worked, so he had to do his "best effort".

In fact, after he finished speaking, the halo on his body and the crystal balls under his hands did not change much because of this.

This eased his heart a little bit. The Church's testing seems to be nothing more than that......

As soon as this thought flashed, the milky white halo shrouded in his body suddenly began to tremble, which frightened Charles's eyelids and hurriedly restrained the bad thoughts in his heart.

Then the halo reverted to the slow flow of the body.

The two priests saw the anomaly, but because the time was too short, they didn't care, and the slightly younger priest asked suspiciously, "Somehow came home?" ”

"That's right."

"What's the inexplicable method?"

"The kind that doesn't have any memory, the kind of instantaneous return from one place to another." Charles replied.

It's also true that nothing has changed in the crystal ball.

The two clergymen looked at each other again.

"Well, we confirm that Mr. Weimar is dead, and there is an accusation that you brought him into your house at 41 Privet Street and murdered him, is that true?"

"I didn't kill Weimar." Charles said briefly, and the milky crystal ball in his hand did not fluctuate in any way.

It's true!

The two reefers nodded their heads and smiled as a gesture of friendship.

However, before Charles could breathe a sigh of relief, the younger one suddenly asked, "Did you read and try to study the contents of that notebook before it was snatched away?" ”

As soon as these words were spoken, the crystal ball suddenly fluctuated slightly, and the clergyman's quiet eyes were fixed on Charles's cheeks.

Charles knew that this was the most critical and fatal question, and his mind was spinning rapidly, but there was no way to evade the facts, so in the end, he could only say an "ambiguous" answer.

"I'm Charles. In the name of Cranston, I did watch and try to learn, but I didn't have a clue at all; And if that's a sin, I'm willing to be punished. ”

With that, the atmosphere in the room fell into an eerie silence.