The chaos in the remote town of Pita lasted until after midnight, when it was largely settled.

The citizens affected by the mark of taunt have awakened under the influence of the Church's divine magic, and then they have become angry at what they have done, but this does not stop many hatreds from growing.

However, under the appeasement of the church, there was not much turmoil, at least not on the surface.

"There was a report from the police station that there were not many casualties last night, with 3 dead and 27 injured."

In the prayer room of the church, a white-clothed deacon reported in front of Bishop Vorcey: "The municipal side of the property damage caused is still being counted, but we are not in a position to ask more about the specifics." ”

"Doesn't the necromancer have no clues?" The gentle voice could not hide the slightly sharp eyes of Vorcy, but immediately afterward, he showed a hint of disappointment.

Because the other party shook his head.

"Keep following up." Bishop Vorcy sighed.

The other party nodded, and then replied: "Also, a little nun from our convent disappeared last night, and there is also a kitchen helper who is also missing from her, I suspect that someone took the opportunity to make trouble." ”

"Little nun? What is it called? ”

"Annie. Annie. Cranston. ”

Hearing this name, the bishop's face was stunned, and then his brows tightened, "What about the kitchen helper?" What's so special about it? ”

"We're still looking into it."

"Let's focus on it." The bishop advised.

The deacon nodded, then took his leave.

Seeing the other party leave, Woxi's face was complicated, thinking of the high-level person who came a few months ago and the young man's entrustment, and now his sister was missing......

He couldn't help but sigh.

……

With a flash of golden light, the old woman in a secret room in the King's Tower disappeared.

As the person who spies on Anne, this woman disguised as a cook doesn't have much strength to speak of, after all, it is not just anyone who can lurk in the church for a long time.

Of course, there are many advantages of strength, but it is easier to be exposed under the nose of the church.

Charles believes that this is not the only one who is watching. But yesterday he was very fast, and he didn't give others the slightest time to react, so he didn't know how many of them.

Slowly stroking the gold ring in his hand, "looking" at the target who had just been included in it, lying in the mist and still unconscious, Charles squinted, then put the gold ring in his hand back to the original bracket position, and walked out of the treasure chamber with confidence.

The Ring of Angels is a treasure, but there is no such thing as a confession, which means that any caster can use it.

It's just that in this world, there are not many spellcasters.

The premise of this caster is that the spirituality is activated and strong to a certain extent.

So, by keeping this thing here, Charles is not afraid that it will be stolen and used by others.

Leaving the chamber of the King's Tower, and instructing the two soldiers guarding the door, Charles then stepped down to the bedroom next to his study.

After pushing the door in, a sleeping little girl came into view.

The bedroom isn't very spacious, but since Charles lived here for a while a long time ago, the basic configuration is still there.

At this moment, the girl was lying on the bed, dressed in a white velvet fur futon, and her delicate and small face was furrowed at the moment, as if she had dreamed of something painful.

On her forehead, the little angel that was originally floating still exists, but its appearance in another world seems to make it a little uncomfortable, and its face is wilted, and it only opens its eyes when it sees Charles come in, looking dazed and unfamiliar.

Charles is no longer Wuxia Amon, so he knows what this thing is.

It was a special existence formed by the condensation of the blood in the body of a high-level spellcaster, and it had a certain spirituality, but it could not be called a living being, and it had no memory at all.

In other words, Brother Zachary, who planted this little angel in the first place, has some kind of angelic blood.

It is capable of absorbing the surrounding light elements 24 hours a day, and then transforming them into some special means to nourish the host.

It's just that under normal circumstances, this little thing will not "survive" for more than 72 hours.

It was only able to live so long now because the monks and nuns there used to continue it when they were in the church in Pita City.

And in another world, it naturally has no possibility of replenishment. If you don't do something about it, it won't be long before it dissipates.

Charles wasn't afraid of the thing disappearing, because when he came in, he had already used a spell he had obtained earlier to suppress the curse-like power in Anne's body.

After he ran to the Overworld to collect some related things, the girl's body was not so much a curse as a special magic thing, and it would naturally be expelled.

……

Sitting at the head of the bed, glancing at Anne's sleeping appearance, Charles did not disturb her, but picked up a book and read it.

At this moment, the sky outside is already dark, the sun is about to set, and the light in the study is naturally not very bright, but the physique is special, which will not stop Charles from reading.

He didn't actually have much of an eye for the book, he was just quietly waiting, waiting for the little girl who was unconscious because of the spell to wake up.

Time passed slowly, I don't know how long it took, after feeling a gaze on him, Charles decisively closed the book in his hand, and looked up to see that the girl lying on the bed was looking at him slightly dazedly.

"What? I don't recognize my brother. In the face of this little guy, Charles rarely smiled.

However, the girl only blinked at this, and then closed her eyes again after a little sleepiness.

She thought she was dreaming.

Charles was a little helpless about this, so he poked the girl's barely baby fat cheek with his fingers.

The closed blue eyes opened suddenly, and the slightly messy long chestnut hair somewhat blocked the vision, and the girl lying on the pillow subconsciously reached out and pulled it away, and then blinked, and her pupils gradually condensed.

"Brother...... Brother? ”

The soft, subtle voice was inaudible, and the girl sat up busily, looking at Charles, seemingly happy, but equally full of strangeness and timidity.

Her gaze was fixed on Charles, but she subconsciously avoided Charles's gaze. However, he didn't completely detach, but just lowered his head slightly, and his tone hesitated.

"Are you here to pick me up?"

She seemed cautious.

Even if a cheerful child is, he will feel strange if he doesn't see him for months, not to mention that girls are not cheerful in the first place.

Charles didn't care about her restraint, but smiled and leaned in and pressed his forehead against the tip of the other's small nose.

"Of course."

This action stunned the girl, and then suddenly raised her head, her eyes full of surprise.