"Has your father behaved in any special ways lately, or has he been in contact with special people?"

In the quiet hall, a middle-aged bishop in a white robe still stood under the mural hanging at the end of the hall, looking at Charles who had just entered, and her tone was the same, but the meaning was obviously different.

Bright light faintly reveals from the surrounding walls, and the two large floor-to-ceiling windows on the left-hand side show the empty church square and the rows of city buildings bathed in the twilight of the sunset, which seems to hide the turbulent undercurrent of the city.

"As far as I know, no."

Charles replied.

The Fat Earl must have had contact with other people, but Charles couldn't be too busy with his own affairs, so how could he bother with anything else.

So it was difficult for Archbishop Feligi, who questioned him, to see the traces of lying on his face.

"Did he say anything strange?"

……

"What does he have in private about Dulin's official business?"

……

"What did he say when he last saw you?"

……

A succession of questions kept blurting out from the thin lips of the other party, and Charles answered half-truthfully, most of them were true, and the few that could not be said could basically be said in one sentence.

It seemed that Charles was the answer, but he began to feel that something was strange.

This kind of thing doesn't seem to need to be asked by an archbishop himself, right? It's like a king running to interrogate an ordinary soldier.

It is said that this soldier is special, and it is impossible for the king to be idle to such an extent.

There was some confusion, but this did not show up, and Feligi, who was questioning, did not seem to have anything else to do but ask.

It didn't even take more than ten minutes for the conversation to end.

"You can go to Siegel when you get out, he's in your ministry right now, and he has some things to explain to you."

The archbishop's last words made Charles pause slightly, then nodded. Seeing that nothing else was going on, he took his leave and left.

Watching his back leave, Bishop Feligi pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked into the air, "How is it?" ”

"He's telling the truth." A light voice then came from the air, and his tone was slightly puzzled: "But this is the strangest part, judging from his words, he does not pay attention to the events that are happening in the Cranston family, nor does he have any protection for the Earl of Cranston. I mean, he's not like a kid of a family at all, he's like a ......."

"A stranger on the sidelines?"

"That's right. No matter how indifferent he is, is there no protection for his biological father at all? But I didn't find any concealment or bias in him. So unless he's either genuinely indifferent enough to ignore his relatives, or he's more able to lie than I can discern. ”

The last one was directly ignored by the two.

The person who spoke had a unique lineage, and his own strength had reached the fifth ring. Although the other party belongs to the children of the gods, the inheritance of the sun god has nothing to do with lies at all.

"So ......"

"He's special, and I suggest that he learn the Seal of Devotion." Humanity in the air: "To be on the safe side." ”

The archbishop was silent.

The church headquarters paid more attention to this son of the sun, and even "pensioned" Angus in the church headquarters. Oak sent out to protect him.

Although it is not clear why the headquarters takes it so seriously, for her, Charles. Cranston had better not be surprised.

So the seal of piety......

……

"What? Tell me to go on a mission with Woodley? ”

Charles, who had just been quite calm in front of the archbishop, was a little calm in the face of the mustache Siegel in the "study" at this moment.

"Why?" He asked, stunned.

"Bishop Woodleigh's trip is to investigate a demonic descent, and he will pass through many places, so you can just go with it."

Siegel didn't know why the expression in front of him was a little strange, but he still patiently explained: "This operation will also have Oak Senior with you, so there will be no strangeness. ”

Charles wasn't worried about that, he just felt a little ridiculous.

Team yourself up with a potential enemy, or even bring another mysterious bad old man?

God knows, not long ago, he was thinking about killing the Vice-Archbishop with a chance.

Obviously, the church can't just be a passer, but for what?

Lead out the fat earl?

Or something else?

Without delving too deeply into this question, after thinking about it, Charles's face returned to calm.

With the existence of the Eye of Destiny, his ability to grab Destiny Cards has been qualitatively improved at the moment, which is equivalent to saying that he has already taken the lead without doing anything.

When I met with those two, I naturally knew what their situation was.

And no matter what the purpose of the church is, Charles still has that intention-

If it really doesn't work, he will give up the main world, or give up the main world to move on the bright side.

In short, with another world as a backing, and it seems impossible for him to really die, then what else does he have to worry about.

"It's even likely to make my actions easier, since Anne's affairs have to be resolved, and Woodlay doesn't know who I really am and what I'm trying to do......"

Secretly sure of the idea, Charles nodded his head and said he had no objections.

"When are you leaving?" He asked, even a little impatient.

"Because of what happened this morning, the deputy archbishop was injured and may need to recuperate for a few days."

Siegel replied, "I will inform you that this mission is relatively long and has many goals, so you should prepare early." ”

"If it's a long time, the Cranston Manor ......"

"Your father's affairs don't need to be in a hurry." Siegel interrupted him: "There are a lot of Porso nobles missing, and the church can't let it go, don't worry, although it's a little indifferent for you to leave here at this juncture, but ......"

He frowned, then shook his head.

This order from the top of the church is something that he also feels a little inexplicable.

However, the work relationship within the church is very strict, and even if he is dissatisfied, he can't say anything-

Siegel clearly did not know what the fat count had done.

After a few more conversations, the better it was to set a time and give specific goals, Charles then took his leave and left.

After thinking about the church along the way, after returning to the manor, Charles clearly felt that the panic and gloom atmosphere in the manor had increased, and only after asking the servants did he know that the people of the church had come here and searched the entire manor.

"It seems that the fat earl has been identified as a suspect, and there is no doubt about it."

Charles secretly wondered, but suddenly found that the stepmother who had been walking around the hall was missing, and asked again, speechless.

"Scared back to your parents' house by the church?"

Shaking his head, he already knew that he was unreliable, but he didn't expect that a day had not passed. This one was scared away.

However, Charles didn't pay much attention to this, but looked at the sky outside and prepared to enter another world to deal with his own affairs.

Only before that, he looked at the door of another room on the second floor.

"He's the only one left in the Cranston family now."

He muttered.

Even if it wasn't his business, it was impossible for Charles to be completely indifferent to that cheap brother who had lived under the same roof for so long.

What's more, the fat earl left him a large fortune before leaving.

Although I don't care much about this kind of thing, this is more or less a favor.

So after thinking about it, Charles did not go back immediately, but came to the door of the cheap brother's room, raised his hand and knocked on the door, ready to visit him.

No one responded.

Charles frowned, and knocked again.

Still no movement.

The servant didn't see Alan walk out of the bedroom, so why didn't anyone open the door?

Eren is not a rebellious child, and it is impossible for him to sneak away at night without leaving a message.

Sensing that something was wrong, Charles took a half-step back, then raised his leg and kicked it hard.

With a clang, the door slammed open. As you step in, you see an empty bedroom.

The windows are closed and the beds are tidy. The blanket on the brown floor was slightly messy, and a white shoe was flipped on its side.

None exists.