In the early morning, the Cranston Manor is like a revived ant nest, with servants with a clear division of labor busy and beginning to serve the queen's life and rest.

Charles, who had not returned all night, thought that he would be interrogated, but strangely, when he stepped into the manor, he was met with a "cold reception".

No one asked where he had gone, and no one said anything superfluous except to say hello, and Charles managed to "get back" as if nothing had happened.

After a little inquiry, he learned that the fat duke had not returned all night yesterday and had not returned.

"It's said to be because of yesterday's workers' strike demonstration."

In response to Charles's question, the meticulous old butler stood at the top of the stairs and whispered, "The procession is filled with a large number of spellcasters, intending to take advantage of the chaos to launch a surprise attack on the Turin Tax Office. ”

"Massive?" Charles heard the word a little strangely.

"Yes." The old butler replied, "There will be no less than 30 people." ”

"What are they doing attacking the tax office?"

"I don't know." The old butler shook his head: "However, because one of the ice spellcasters suddenly exposed their methods halfway, they didn't really succeed, and they were discovered in advance by the guardian knights who noticed that something was wrong. ”

Charles heard this thoughtfully.

Under normal circumstances, the church forces do not interfere in the affairs of Turin, so even if there is a protest, they have no intention of getting involved, but when it involves the caster, then this matter cannot be ignored.

This is the rule that has continued since the founding of the Durin State.

And if you heard it right, that ice caster is talking about him, right?

Accidentally ruined a "terrorist attack? ”

Although he felt a little ridiculous about this, Charles didn't pay much attention to it, he couldn't think about his own affairs at the moment, and he didn't have the heart to deal with any conspiracy and turmoil - although those people seemed to be tricked by themselves.

……

When the fat duke was away, his fat lady never stayed in the manor for long, and now she was naturally nowhere to be seen. But the cheap brother was honestly sitting in the living room and reading a book.

The weekend routine here is similar to that of Charles's previous life, and the school is also closed, so Alan didn't go to school after breakfast as he used to.

Charles said hello to him and paid no attention to it, but returned to his bedroom, where he sat in a chair in front of the window and looked at an enchanted book from the Fat Earl.

There were a lot of new spells after leveling, but the Overworld was not a good place to practice, and he was going to talk about it after entering the shuttle door.

It stands to reason that he would be able to go in now, but tomorrow is the time for him to go to the church to report and inscribe the stigma, and since he is not going to act rashly, Charles thinks that it is better to talk about this matter later, anyway, there is no hurry.

The enchantment method recorded in the book in his hand was different from the fire elemental enchantment he knew, which was permanent in nature, or long-term, rather than being done once.

Therefore, there are certain requirements for materials.

At the same time, the secret text it inscribes is also very cumbersome, and the inscription method cannot be engraved with paper, but with an enchanted knife stained with a special ink, each element has a distinct ink, to be meticulously carved stroke by stroke.

In this way, after the enchantment is completed, you only need to touch it with a little spiritual power, and you can instantly activate the spell effect on the attached artifact, so that you can fight the enemy or assist.

It was more difficult, and it required a lot of practice, so Charles had plenty of time, and after reading it for a while, he went to the dark room workbench in one of the fat earl's study and began to practice - this was approved by the other party after obtaining the book.

That's how the whole day went.

……

The next day, Charles got up early, said hello to the tired Earl of Cranston, who had returned only the previous afternoon, and rode to the church in a carriage.

The black-skinned carriage arrived at the edge of the white square in front of the Cathedral of San Cassel, and Charles, dressed in a tuxedo and black leather shoes, put on the silk top hat that he had neglected for a long time, and then walked towards the magnificent cathedral.

But halfway down the road, he suddenly noticed someone sitting on a bench under the angel statue in the center of the square, so he thought about it, and came to the other party with a wrong step.

"Brother Zachary, good morning." Politely taking off the top of his head and clasping it in his hand, he politely greeted him, and then sat down beside him.

Hearing this, the other party turned his head to look at him, revealing the face of a middle-aged man.

Brown-haired, blue-eyed, ordinary, slightly pale face showed a smile after seeing Charles: "Good morning, Charles, are you here to report?" ”

"Yes." Charles nodded, then asked, "The monk looks bad?" ”

"Something went wrong when I was using my magic."

Zachary replied, raising his hand and rubbing his temples as he spoke, and said helplessly: "If you learn that kind of magic in the future, you must maintain it all the time to take effect, remember, you must avoid being interrupted by external forces, otherwise your head will be as irritated as if it is about to explode." ”

He looked at Charles as if he were looking at a real junior, as if he didn't know what the true meaning of the son of the gods was.

But this is normal, if it is true, it is not a fair thing, and the one in heaven cannot just talk to anyone.

Charles even thinks that there are not many people in the entire church in Turin who know about this.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but on the surface Charles asked, "The night before yesterday, was it because of the incident at Mount Oliver?" ”

"How do you know?"

The monk rubbed the wrist of his temples for a moment, and his tone was strange.

"It's no secret." Charles wondered, "I was talking about it when I went out yesterday. The dead in the whole cemetery have been resurrected or something, and a lot of them have escaped. This morning I heard that my maid was worried that her grandfather had run back to the country to find her grandmother. ”

"Rumors, rumors." Hearing this, the monk coughed dryly, and said with a little embarrassment: "There can be no more ties between the living and the dead, and my lord will not allow this kind of thing to happen, so that your maid can rest assured, it's just that more than a dozen dead people have been infected by death qi, and they have been leveled by the cemetery's permanent purification team." ”

"That's right." Hearing him say this, Charles, the initiator, nodded knowingly, and then gestured a cross on his chest: "Praise be to my lord." ”

"Praise my Lord." The monk did the same with a solemn face. Then he changed the subject and said, "I think I'm going to engrave the stigma after the report, right?" ”

"Yes." Charles said, "I was about to ask the monk where I should go to inscribe it." ”

"Normally, you should go to Master Sean." Zachary said: "However, Master Sean has been sick for the past two days and can't work, so he may ask you to find another Stigmata Engraver, but I don't know who it is." ”

"But don't worry, when you go to the ministry to report, the church will arrange it for you." As he spoke, he suddenly patted his head and said, "I almost forgot about your sister." ”

Charles actually came to him because of this, and when he took the initiative to mention it, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Solving the curse on the little girl needs to be done on a special occasion around Pita City, and Archbishop Woodley can help with it when he's on a business trip for a while. So we didn't arrange for your sister to come to Wangcheng, but stayed in Pita City to wait, and I forgot to tell you during this time. “

"Didn't you say you have to see it to know the solution?" Charles was a little puzzled.

If I'm not mistaken, that's what I said at the time.

"Normally, that's the case." Zachary nodded, "But the archbishop took the time to perform a prophecy spell on your sister. ”

Charles knew what he was saying.

With this strange spell, it is very convenient to do anything. And if it was really the prophecy technique performed by the strongest person in the Turin Kingdom Church, it was estimated that there would be no mistakes.

"That's a pretty good treatment, but it's a pity." Secretly muttering, he superficially chatted with the monk again, and finally put on his hat and left.

Report, then inscribe stigmata, and then, enter the shuttle door.

Whether it is the resurrection of the gods or the strange conspiracy, it is a trivial matter for him, and it is useless to think too much.

Only strengthening strength is fundamental.