"How much do you know about your aunt?"

……

Charles' slightly dazed expression was interrupted by a kind inquiry, and he looked up to see Zachary sitting across from the sofa in the living room, dressed in a plain white monk's robe.

With dull blonde hair and wrinkles around his eyes, Brother Zarek looked very ordinary, like one of those ordinary neighbor uncles, and there was no indication that he could "create" angels at will.

"I haven't seen her since she was born, but I did see a portrait before I came here." Charles didn't know what he meant by asking, but that didn't stop him from answering honestly. There's nothing that can't be said about this answer.

After thinking about it for a moment, he added: "An old woman with a gloomy appearance, this is my impression of my aunt, and I don't know anything else. ”

"You're saying your aunt hasn't been back since she left the family?"

"That's right," Charles nodded, recalling his "past" memories carefully, "Grandma often complained that she was too much, and Grandpa rarely mentioned it, but every time he mentioned it, he seemed to be angry." ”

Zachary nodded knowingly, then took out a rolled-up portrait from his bosom and spread it out on the low table, and asked, "Have you seen this person?" ”

Charles looked down and couldn't help but be stunned.

The detail of the portrait was a bit unexpected, but he was more concerned with the person in the portrait.

Although it is much older, although it looks gloomy.

But he could still recognize that this was not the man of the pair of dog men and women in his dream?

Charles was full of consternation, but thanks to some of the characteristics of the mask, he was able to suppress the shock in his heart, and his expression did not change as a result

"I don't think I've seen it."

"Like?"

"He's probably a bit of a public face, well, déjà vu? Maybe I've seen it, maybe I've seen it; What's his name? ”

"Fennex. Caroling. ”

"Caroling?" Hearing this, Charles couldn't help but glance at the portrait again.

If memory serves, Carolingian is the royal surname of Turin......

"Still haven't heard of it, sorry." That's true.

Zachary didn't dig deeper, then asked a few other questions, and finally nodded at him.

"Very good Charles, I may go out for the next two days, maybe you can accompany me, remember to arrange the time."

"Out of the house?" Charles turned to look at Monk Woodsey, who was sitting silently.

The other person smiled back: "Count as a church mission." ”

So he vaguely understood that this might be because of this matter, and Charles had to nod a little helplessly, "Okay, if needed, I'll be free at any time." ”

Seeing that the two monks seemed to have something to say, Charles was very amused and withdrew, even though it was his own home.

He thought as he went.

For the time being, he felt that he should not be further suspected, and now this kind of thing may be what the monks say, and it needs his assistance.

After all, he is also a "party".

"But when is it going to be the end?"

Secretly helpless, Charles closed the door casually, and then stood in the doorway, and after glancing at the lawn around him, which was neatly tended by the servants, he turned his head to look at the girl named Connie at the railing.

She also had blonde hair, but her eyes were not as blue as Zachary's, but dark brown, and she looked like an ordinary aristocratic lady, but the gentle temperament peculiar to church personnel made her look quite kind.

At this time, she was staring intently at the carved pattern on the iron railing of the yard, and her eyes did not blink.

Charr interrupted her concentration as she approached, and the girl named Connie turned her head and greeted her in a friendly manner, "Hello, Cranston"

Charles smiled back, and after looking at the railing, he asked, "What is Miss Connie looking at?" ”

"It's this pattern." Connie replied, feeling the raised lines on the railing thoughtfully.

"The golden tulips have something to do with the civil strife in Durin 30 years ago. I'd love to go to your capital and see the place where the civil strife took place at that time, and it has a deep image of the surrounding countries. ”

"You're not from the capital?" Charles asked curiously. The name of Zachary is the master of the church who came here from the royal capital of Dulin, and it stands to reason that this existence as a female assistant should be the same?

"No, I'm from Chauvin." Connie replied.

"Chauvin? You ......"

"Sent to be Zachary's assistant."

"From the chauvinist assistant?"

"Weird, isn't it? But it's not really troublesome, and it won't take long to take a floating airship. With that, she walked curiously to the mailbox in front of the door of the house and squatted down to take a closer look.

"You rarely go out?" Charles had a vague realization.

"That's right, old Henry used to always forbid me to go out for half a step, saying that it was not safe outside at all, but in fact how could it be as dangerous as he said?"

"Old Henry?"

"Well, my dad, a stubborn little old man." Connie replied, suddenly looking at Charles curiously, "How does it feel to be on a mission?" ”

"You haven't been on a mission?"

Because the shuttle door has not yet been fully charged, Charr's True Eye cannot be activated, so he is now "blind" in a sense.

"No, I've been living in Chauvin's Fifth Parish, and this is my first time going away."

So you're a second-generation teacher?

The thought crossed his mind, and Charles shrugged his shoulders.

"Not good, I've only been out once. It seems that all the time is used to hurry. ”

"Hurry? What about adventure? What about reasoning? Don't you have a partner or assistant to help you? ”

"Adventure? Illation? That's what I used to think. Charles said, "Until I saw the police arrest the demon apostle." ”

After that, he suddenly asked, "You seem to be much more powerful than me, how can you not be on a mission?" ”

"Old Henry said he wouldn't allow me to go on a mission until I got to the third ring, and I'm still one ring away." Connie said helplessly.

Nodding thoughtfully, Charles asked again, "What does it feel like to be promoted?" ”

He asked this a little abruptly, but Connie, who was not deeply involved in the world, didn't feel anything, or rather, she didn't think there was any secret to it.

"Promotion...... It's like you're standing at the bottom of the steps, and the elders above you pull you, and then you follow and stand on the steps. ”

"That's it?"

"That's all."

"I don't understand."

"I don't understand either, it's all over in a daze." As she spoke, Connie playfully stuck out her tongue.

It seems that she is telling the truth, and Charles is helpless. "Well, thank you."

"You're welcome." Connie smiled and said, "I rarely meet fewer people than I know." ”

……

After a few more seemingly innocuous conversations, Charles gradually had an outline of certain situations.

For example, Zachary in the house is in the fifth ring, and Bishop Charles of Pita City is in the fourth ring, and the fourth ring needs a high-level "pull" to advance to the fifth ring.

For example, every time the monks are promoted, some fundamental changes will occur, but the specifics will vary from person to person......

It wasn't until the two monks had finished discussing in the room and were about to say goodbye that Charles ended the conversation with a little reluctance.

Back in the room, the servants began to clean up, and Charles ran to the girl's room to take a look.

Anne was staring curiously at the little angel floating in front of her at this time, touching it lightly with her little hand from time to time, but she couldn't touch anything at all.

Charles didn't bother, and when he saw that her face was normal, he gently closed the door and returned to his room.

It's just that when he opened the door of his bedroom, what he saw made him subconsciously take half a step back.

An obscene-looking old man was sitting on his bedside chair, cross-legged and eating apples.

"How did you get in?" Charles frowned, and his right hand quietly touched the flintlock pistol pinned to his waist, and asked, "Also, who are you?" ”

"Guess." The old man who was gnawing on the apple looked up and smiled lewdly at Charles

His appearance was familiar, and in fact, he was the mayor of Canyon with a red nose.