The Church preaches that the demons of hell act differently from normal humans, as if evil, dark, and even disgusting are what demons like best.

At first, Charles suspected that these were pouring dirt on the rival camp, after all, in his previous life, the demon creature had been somewhat whitewashed.

However, from the memories of a fifth-level vampire, from the demon hunting mission he carried out a long time ago, Charles can clearly understand that the demons of this world, even the existence of dark powers, although not as exaggerated as the church proclaims, are not good.

And the fat earl who is mixed with these demons, and even the underground party behind him, is obviously not a good thing.

Of course, Charles felt that he was not a good thing, and he was not in a position to despise others, but that did not affect his own behavior.

To put it simply, if the fat earl was in danger in front of him, Charles might still think of all kinds of emotions to help, but except for him, the others would not be sensitive.

"The Turin officials who introduced harsh tax policies are not a good thing, and even less are the underground party that instigates ordinary citizens."

Looking out the window in the direction of the Tower of Porso, the faint glow of various spells, Charles squinted.

It wasn't clear what role the Fat Earl played in this, but since he didn't show up, Charles assumed it to be none of his business. Otherwise, he would still be able to help.

For example, go to the church and summon a cold winter night.

This ability can't affect a powerful existence, but it can drag down a lot of the church's manpower, and at the same time, due to the talent of fate, it is impossible for the church to find the source of the spell.

Just now......

One last glance at the hazy scene, though it was unclear what was going on there, Charles was not interested in paying any further attention.

Unfortunately, it seems that this matter has nothing to do with him for the time being, but in fact it is not.

Half an hour after Charles returned to the manor, a dark red mist suddenly swelled out in the direction of the tower, just like the explosion of the "nuclear bomb" in his memory.

You know, the manor is located nearly a kilometer away from Piazza de Porto.

After that, there was no other sound in that direction, and it was not long before a large number of people in the church began to be active in all corners of the city.

At the same time, the existing administrators were all summoned by the church, and in the afternoon the entire royal capital of Dulin was taken over by the church.

The men of the City Guard cooperated with the monks and began to search the houses of the poor, middle-class, and aristocratic families, and even the Cranston Manor, and a large number of monks dressed in black began to appear in front of ordinary people.

The manor was terrified because of this, and the sound was loud.

Charles, who had been upstairs with a good hand, looked down to see his stammering brother sitting on the couch with a blank look on his face, a notebook on his lap, while his fat stepmother loudly reprimanded the servants in front of him.

"Before the definite news, no one dares to conclude that the master is really missing like everyone else, and if you can't find it, you have to look for it, haven't you seen what the servant of the Mason family next door did? Find it! Don't come back until you find the master!! ”

The servants did not dare to refute, and when they heard the words, they went out one after another.

However, they can clearly only do useless work. The square demon was related to the fat earl, and the trap placed under the square was obviously not something that ordinary people could hide, and he left a farewell letter in advance.

Charles guessed that the Fat Earl had already absconded by now.

"Big brother, is my father really missing with the others?"

Looking at Charles, who was sitting across from him, the brown-haired boy scribbled this line in his notebook.

He has a hard time talking, so he usually uses this method when he encounters something that he desperately wants to express.

Looking at the slightly scribbled line of words that seemed to be ugly because of trembling, and then looked at the worried look on the face of the cheap brother opposite, Charles said: "Relax, he will be fine." ”

This is what he really said, Charles didn't believe that before such a big mess, the smiling tiger didn't find a way out for himself.

He had now guessed that the Fat Earl's original plan, the same as he was, to call the church to come and put the crowd away. However, their goals are different.

The Charles is for the necromancer, and the Fat Earl is for the royalty and the nobility, or rather, all the obstructions of the underground party-

An elaborate decapitation operation.

The plan was simple and straightforward, but Charles wondered how they could avoid the church's wrath after doing such a thing.

"It's a pity that they didn't catch anything, and they seem to have helped me carry a pot."

Muttering secretly, Charles was actually not as calm as he was, and was even a little nervous.

He is actually more worried about whether he will be exposed, and because of this, he has not entered another world to solve the existing things at the moment. Instead, he stayed outside and listened to the church.

It is a question of whether he can remain in this world.

In fact, when the world of A Song of Ice and Fire is synchronized with the Overworld, it means that the Charles can enter the world at any time without a time limit.

In other words, it was perfectly feasible for him to stay in a song of ice and fire all the time.

There, Charles can be a god, but here, he seems to be just a noble kid who can't see the light.

But despite this, Charles has no intention of giving up here.

The power of fate in his body has not yet figured out the specific origin, and the matter of his sister Anne has not been resolved.

The shuttle door has not been upgraded, and it is not sure if it will be able to really get rid of the Overworld in the future.

What's more, his Sun Child talent needs to be boosted by the Church - although this may seem risky, it also has ample benefits.

After all, it is the inheritance of the gods, and it doesn't mean that you can give it up.

It's just that if it really comes to last resort, Charles has to do it.

……

Time passed quietly, and it was estimated that the most chaotic day in the city of Porso in the past hundred years quietly came to night.

The chaos outside is not over at this moment, it seems to be intensifying, the people of the church are searching and hunting for something, a large number of ordinary people huddle at home for fear of causing trouble, but those who have lost their loved ones cannot be calm, running to the streets aimlessly looking for all possibilities.

Of course, there are also some rats fishing in troubled waters.

The same was true of the Cranston Manor, where the servants were in a state of panic, and Mrs. Cranston was so irritable that she could not even care about the hairstyle that she had been so carefully cared for, and now she was like a shrew.

The cheap brother Alan kept drinking tea, but he hadn't been to the bathroom for an afternoon, much to Charles's surprise.

Grumpy, flustered, calm.

Two young men sat on the sofa in the living room, a fat lady walked around the living room, and the three masters of the manor were in different postures, and time passed in this slightly strange situation.

In the end, the arrival of a group of black-robed monks interrupted the unique atmosphere here, and the leading middle-aged monk looked at Charles who turned his head on the sofa with a serious face, and said in a cold tone: "Charles. Mr. Cranston, the Archbishop has asked you to come over. ”