At the sound of the cat's meow, the white space shattered and dissipated, and in the blink of an eye, the surrounding area was transformed into a beautiful flower garden shrouded in warm sunlight.

The sky is clear, cloudless, and the surrounding flower beds are endless, and as far as the eye can see, it seems that the whole world is filled with all kinds of flowers, red, purple, blue, green ......, the breeze blows, and the sea of flowers ripples with it.

A variety of scents also fill the nostrils, roses, thistles, daffodils, lilies, tulips, and more.

The Charr alone could identify more than a dozen scents, and even more could not.

These scents are mixed together, and they seem to be very mixed, but they smell distinct, as if they change with one's thoughts.

Turning his head to look at it, a prompt appeared in front of him.

[An elf fairy, a heavenly species, a bloodline inheritance medium]

[It is not a living being, but a projection of some kind of power]

……

Along with the True Eye, there was a thumb-sized elf who had been sleeping in a gathered rose stamen in Charles's hand, and when Charles inadvertently swept over it, the rose petals slowly bloomed, stretching between the branches and leaves, and the little thing in it opened its eyes a little sleepily.

The red clothes made of flower petals and flower paths on the elf's body are delicate and beautiful. When it awoke, it flew away from the roses, flapping its ever-changing dragonfly wings and circling around the charr curiously.

Then it stopped in front of Charles, and under Charles' astonished gaze, it gradually swelled, grew taller, and grew larger.

Half a meter, one meter, one meter and five ......

Eventually, the flower elf grew to the size of Charles, staring at him with large, bright and watery pale red eyes, and suddenly disappeared in front of him.

"Stealth?"

Charles raised an eyebrow, but the scene that followed overturned his guess.

The flowers around him suddenly turned all the stamens towards him, and then, the petals stretched, and green fireflies emerged one after another.

Despite the sunny and well-lit sky overhead, the fireflies still looked bright and dazzling, and they appeared in swarms, circled around the Charles a few times, and then swooped down in front of them, gradually converging into the beautiful elf they had just seen.

After forming, her turquoise fluorescence converged all around her, and she looked at each other quietly, and her body was very close to Charles.

Under the sun, the delicate and beautiful face can be seen clearly even the fluff, and the fragrance of the breath from the moist lips is also refreshing.

After staring at each other for a long time, she finally took Charles on the cheek and kissed him lightly on the forehead. Then it turned into fireflies and dissipated.

When the warm feeling touches the forehead, you can clearly feel a coolness sprinkled on the top of the head, instantly spreading throughout the body and mind. It seemed that with this kiss, his whole body was filled with strength and courage.

Charles was stunned for a moment, then pouted.

"Ability is fun, but it's a pity that I don't want to be transgender, and I'm even more reluctant to seduce others."

As the words fell, soft sighs faintly appeared from the flowers in all directions, and everything in front of him changed again.

……

Unlike the previous two times, the third transformation was not spectacular, but rather rudimentary.

It's so simple that there's no view.

There is only one prayer room.

Open-air prayer room.

There is no dome to cover the place, and when you look up, the dark clouds in the gloomy sky move slowly, and in the cold light, rows of benches are evenly distributed over most of the area.

As far as the eye can see, a giant angel statue stands in the innermost part of the place. Charles emerged from the end of the prayer room, swept around, and stepped in front of it.

The angel statue is holding a two-handed giant sword, with a heroic and majestic expression, and its feet are stepping on a hideous two-horned devil statue, and the three pairs of wings are stretched high, covering most of the area at the end, making it difficult to see the rear.

It was huge, like a tall building, and when it got closer, Charles wasn't even as tall as the other man's calf, let alone the pillar-like greatsword.

[Statue of the Angel of Judgment, Heavenly Item, Bloodline Inheritance Medium]

[It's not a real statue, it's a projection of some kind of power]

……

Unlike the last two, nothing has changed since Charles walked up to the statue. This made him a little confused.

But it didn't take long for him to be "relieved".

Because just as he stood still, there was a sudden sound on the stone greatsword, and when he looked intently, lines of fonts were slowly "carved" out of the gray sword body that was at the eye level of Charles.

……

"Charles. When Cranston was seven years old, he accidentally broke an antique vase from the Dark Ages and framed his brother Alan. Cranston, and Allen was confined for three days by his father."

……

"When he was nine years old, he placed an iron nail on the chair where his governess, Redmayne, used to sit, causing him to die of tetanus."

……

"When I was thirteen years old, my father, Turner. When the laxative in Cranston wine was discovered, he framed the servant in the house, and the servant was sentenced to five years' imprisonment by the Royal Court."

……

"At the age of 15, he was banished by his father to the city of Pita on the border of the Kingdom of Turin for beating the royal heir, and was later placed under the focus of the Church for trying to perform black magic."

……

Stone dust and dust continued to fall off the body of the giant sword, and these descriptions continued to emerge one after another, but when the description of the black magic was reached, it was basically over

Charles looked at it with a lot of sweat. Don't mention the black history of the original owner, he was really a little stunned in the end.

You know, the church sentenced him to contact the dark arts, not to try to use it, but the information that has emerged now is basically equivalent to "condemnation".

"Thankfully, no one sees it here."

Muttering secretly, he suddenly thought again, according to the current form, even if someone knew about it, it seemed that they would not do anything to themselves......

The Angel of Judgment has shown no other abilities than to be guilty of seeing the target, but Charles thinks the lineage must be more than that.

He was curious about it, but it was just pure curiosity, and he didn't think about it if he chose.

This is not because of the warning of some lewd old man, but because of another reason - angels have no gender.

"What's that word called?"

"Help her? It doesn't seem right......"

Shaking his head, everything around him collapsed.

……

Later, he encountered the scroll bearer, the wise angel, the daylight elf, the chanting star spirit, the bound angel, the time dragon, and so on, each of which had a variety of abilities, but most of them seemed to have little to do with the church.

In other words, there are probably only angels and definite divine species, which correspond to the heavenly species in Charles's impression.

Others are either more nature-oriented or related to the good creatures of human legend.

There is even a vengeful soul like an undead existence, which is simply a donkey's lips against a horse's mouth.

Because of the conflicting nature of promotion, Charles must choose carefully, and he learned from the Bandage Man's collection that there is basically no conflict if the choice direction is different.

This direction has two meanings, physical, and spiritual.

According to Charles, the difference between a warrior and a mage.

As long as you don't choose the same direction, even the necromancer and the light will not have a clear conflict, and the bandage man, or many necromancers, have studied this - survival is difficult, and Charles is not the only one who has managed to lurk in the church.

This condition is quite broad, and all that needs to be done now is to choose carefully, after all, once it is finalized, you can only follow this path, and there is no possibility of change.

During this time, he also encountered some choices that were more in line with his heart, but in the end, Charles left them all behind.

He always felt like something better.

It's not insatiable, it's some kind of special intuition.

It was as if there was always a voice faintly telling him that you have a better choice, and you have a better choice.

So he kept shaking his head or refusing.

One world after another flashed in front of me, and a series of strange creatures demonstrated their abilities one after another, but in vain.

The Charles eventually came to a stone chamber.

A dimly lit stone chamber with only two torches burning silently.

The stone chamber is narrow, the gray-black walls around it are broken and decayed, and the overall environment is gloomy, only two dim torches shine brightly, making it seem empty and silent.

As far as the eye can see, there is nothing of interest in this place except for the dust-covered clutter that has piled up in the corners.

So Charles stepped over to the pile of objects in the corner and looked down.

Rings, bracelets, daggers, swords, hammers...... Anything he could think of an ornament or weapon, it seemed to be here.

All sorts of things glow metallic in the dim light, and the dust is thick and old, making them look like some abandoned antiques.

Squatting down, Charles picked up one of the rusty scissors and looked at it for a moment, and the hint of the True Eye came to mind.

【Black Scissors of the Gardener's God, Paradise Special Inheritance】

[It's not really black scissors, it's a projection]

[You need to have a special talent to awaken it]