"Our reporter harshly condemned this dangerous behavior of putting the safety of others at risk for the sake of personal hobby, and Deputy Editor-in-Chief Rogan called on the U.S. state police departments to catch the messy Dodge owner before the car did much damage, we ......"

After a few glances, Charles casually left the newspaper on his desk, and glanced out the window at a few fellows who were pointing around his infernal beast.

Not only the website, but even the USA Today newspaper of the day recorded the paranormal phenomenon caused by Charles on the way to Hell's Gate a few days ago - of course, the public explanation of this news was scientific and reasonable, not absurd.

So Charles, who unknowingly appeared on the news once, became the object of other people's discussions.

However, compared to him, the black Dodge was more curious, so at this moment, not only the Winchester brothers and Arthur, but even the angel had come together to study it seriously, and he didn't know what he was studying.

"Attracting an angel will scare the hell out of that thing."

Muttering, Charles looked down at the rest of his time here.

The gang was going to hunt demons together, and Charles didn't want to get involved with them, so he lied that someone was asking him for help, and he was ready to leave early tomorrow morning.

But the truth is that it doesn't have to be tomorrow morning, and it won't be long before Charles leaves here and returns to the Overworld.

The hell gate incident is over, and the world of evil forces is okay for the time being, and he is ready to go to the various haunted houses in the United States provided by the Grim Reaper to replenish his grievances, and then analyze the monsters along the way.

"And the Overworld, if memory serves, there will be a secret meeting tomorrow...... Do you want to check it out? ”

Standing in front of the window and glancing below, Charles didn't have time to think about it before he was pulled away from the world by a sense of overhang under his feet.

……

It was dark, and when I opened my eyes again, I was back in the still sunny Cranston Manor.

Although the time of the evil force world is a little out of order because of the Death Forest, every time he returns to the main world, it is basically the twilight time when the sun is about to set, and the current situation is naturally no exception.

After looking out the window, Charles didn't hesitate to open the wardrobe and change out of his rather modern clothes.

Then he walked towards the fat earl's study.

The inability of spirits to continue to grow is a serious problem, and since the fat earl has encountered the exceedance of spirits before, will he know anything about this?

The Bandage Man doesn't remember anything like this, and his spiritual strength doesn't seem to be high. Or rather, it has been in a normal state.

"Do we need to regain our original height before we can continue? How to recover? Compress? It's a bit of......"

Thinking about it, I walked in the corridor on the second floor, and there were oil paintings hanging on the walls on both sides.

The servants in charge of catering were busy on the first floor, and the servants in charge of cleaning had discovered Charles's presence, but they didn't dare to say anything to the always arrogant young master except to say hello.

So Charles made it to the study where he had drunk the potion last time.

Earl Cranston has quite a few studyes, but since he found the potion from here last time, if there is any relevant knowledge, it must also be stored here.

Before the Fat Earl returned, Charles prepared to rummage through it.

However, as soon as he walked past the desk in front of the bookshelf, before he could reach out and touch the shelf, a grotesque clown-like shrill voice suddenly sounded, startling Charles.

"Is there a password?"

He looked in the direction from which the voice had come from, and a pale gray frog came into view, palm-sized, with dull skin.

"Is there a password?"

After Charles looked over, the other party repeated again, the white cheeks that were more rounded than the other parts bulged and bulged, and they looked no different from ordinary frogs, but they were ......

"What password?" He couldn't help but ask.

"The password to read the book."

The frog stared at Charles with a pair of seven-colored glass-like eyes, as if wary of him.

"I can't show you a password without a password."

What the hell is this?

Charles was silent.

The Eye of Truth cooldown wasn't done yet, and he couldn't tell what kind of thing it was.

Ancient demons? Bloodline Transcendent? Or are they cursed humans to look like this?

There are a lot of speculations, but it is unexpected, Charles is not reckless, who knows what this thing is, don't read the book at the end and don't see it, but was chased by a toad.

So he glanced at the other party, gave up the action, and slowly retreated under the frog's glaring gaze.

It's just that just as Charles retreated to the door and opened the door, the toad lying in the gap of the bookshelf puffed out his cheeks again, and his "tone" was slightly softer.

"A bottle of cheese is fine without a password."

“……”

After turning his head and instructing the servants to bring the frog's needs, Charles successfully obtained the right to read in the study.

It's a pity that despite the "price" he paid, there was no knowledge on it that he wanted.

Even after looking through it for a long time, he couldn't find a book related to spell casting, and finally had to give up.

"Just ......"

Standing in front of the bookshelf, he opened a book called "History of the Acavia Empire", and Charles frowned unconsciously.

There is a photograph sandwiched between the pages of the book.

An old black and white photograph.

The simple photo is actually nothing, but the person in the photo makes Charles have to pay attention.

It was a group photo of a man and a woman, the man was brown-haired and blue-eyed, dressed neatly dressed in gentleman's clothes, sitting on a bench with a dignified appearance, and the woman was black-haired and black-eyed, leaning on the man with a dignified and virtuous appearance.

Durin is a very common pose for taking pictures, but the one above is ......

Looking at the photograph of the woman's face being rubbed with her fingers rubbing her fingers and a little white, Charles frowned.

"This is your mother, who suddenly disappeared after you were born."

A muffled voice suddenly came from behind him, interrupting Charles's musings, and he quickly put the picture back in its place, then put the book back in its place, and then turned his head to look.

As expected, it was the Earl of Cranston who quietly arrived.

At this moment, the other party doesn't look like he's always been happy, and his expression looks very lonely.

"I didn't leave any letters, and I didn't give me even the slightest message or clue."

"So......" Charles mused.

"So fuck me off, stinky boy, who gave you permission to rummage through my collection!" The fat earl scolded, his slightly sad expression unconsciously retracted, and his expression was full of impatience when he waved his hand.

"It's it."

Without hesitation, Charles pointed to the gray toad that still had traces of cheese on the corner of his mouth - he didn't know where to hide the whole bottle of cheese, but he didn't have time to completely destroy the traces for a while.

So the fat earl was diverted and scolded with a black line on his face.

"I'm so blind, ask you ugly thing to help me guard the bookshelf!"

"I don't have a good eye, I think your son is you." The frog retorted righteously. As he spoke, he stretched out his resilient tongue and destroyed the last trace of the corner of his mouth.

So no matter what the fat count said after that, the strange frog blinked and pretended not to speak.

The angry Earl of Cranston and the innocent frog were a little absurd, and after a few glances, Charles turned away in amusement.

Despite his curiosity about the frog, Charles still thinks about the photo.

In fact, even if the Fat Earl didn't explain, Charles could guess who it was.

So there's nothing surprising about identity. Strangely enough, Charles always felt that he had some déjà vu.

It's not the impression in the memory of the original owner, but after he crossed over.

"I think I've seen her somewhere......"

Until he returned to his bedroom, Charles was still thinking about it.