The overwhelming darkness that enveloped most of the outer city could not be ignored, so the Intramural Church quickly responded.

A group of Guardian Knights of the Church hurried towards the scene of the incident. At the head of the leader, in addition to the captain of the knights with thick eyebrows and big eyes, there was also a middle-aged man in a white monk's uniform, who was an old acquaintance of Charles, Brother Zachary.

"Necromancer's dark cloud technique? Or is it the demonic mist of the Demon Apostles? ”

Looking at the vast expanse of darkness surrounded by day in the distance, Zachary rode on horseback and wondered to himself, but for a moment he was not sure.

The sound of horses' hooves, the crowded streets were dodged in a panic by the sudden impact of the team, and for a while, the screams and collisions were endless, but for this situation, the guardian knights at the moment of crisis did not care.

The captain of the knights looked rather strange in a blue double-breasted coat, a three-cornered hat, a silver flintlock pistol pinned to his waist, and a two-handed sword with a sheath behind his back.

However, the other guardian knights around are basically dressed in the same way, so a group of weirdos together doesn't seem so weird.

At this moment, the captain of the strange man was running through the street in the first place, and although the galloping horses were very bumpy, he looked at Zachary next to him as if he was not affected, and said, "I have sent someone to inform the purifiers stationed in the royal city, and they will arrive after us. However, if you are a necromancer, then you will need to work a lot on your part. ”

His voice pierced the wind around him, and it was very clear to Zachary's ears.

"Of course, that's what I'm supposed to do." Zachary replied.

The voice is not as condensed as the other party, ignoring the wind, but he belongs to the ranks of spellcasters, and a spell called the Transmission Technique is still relatively very useful.

Zachary is actually one of the main leaders of the Thorn Church's Turin Branch, which specializes in the necromancer's clean-up operation in the territory, so this situation that looks similar to a large spell of the necromancer will follow after this situation occurs in the capital.

The group rode their horses quickly in the direction of the outer city.

The city is huge, but it comes from horses with a special pedigree under their crotch, and it only took them ten minutes to get there.

However, the huge dark place had already dissipated halfway through, not to mention that it could not be seen now, even if it could be seen, such a large area, it was obviously not easy to find a specific target.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for them to encounter a police force that arrived early. and was led to the abandoned warehouse.

"These young nobles are having a party here, we found out before." Looking at the steel warehouse with the gate closed, the young policeman who led the way said in an inexplicable tone: "This kind of behavior is suspected of violating the laws of the kingdom, and the security in the outer city has always been very poor. It's just that those people have special statuses, and we can't manage them at all. ”

"So even if they have a problem, they will die on their own." The Guardian Captain snorted coldly, raising his hand to signal his subordinates behind him to step forward.

So a group of blue coats quickly outflanked them.

They were careful in their actions, but in fact the experienced knights had basically finalized the situation inside - and there was so much fanfare about these young people from unique backgrounds.

Obviously, nothing else will happen except kidnapping.

And if the kidnappers were really caught by them so easily, it would be an insult to the sheer scale of the spell just now.

However, when they opened the door and looked inside, the situation in front of them was not what they expected.

They saw countless young faces slumped on tables, chairs, or floors, unconscious, but largely intact.

They also saw the dozen or so dead bodies in black cloaks in the pool of blood.

Apparently, there was once a fierce battle here.

"Are they still there?"

"Who's protecting them?"

Frowning and thinking, the knight captain took the lead and walked inside. Zachary followed, and immediately after, he saw the corpses of the plague spreaders.

"Salvatore?"

Zachary's face changed, and he couldn't help but rejoice after sweeping the group of young people around him.

This Salvatore can be regarded as a celebrity, and as a high-ranking monk who specializes in clearing necromancers, Zachary naturally will not be unrecognizable.

He once committed a heinous crime but was able to escape the pursuit of the church, and the methods in front of him are very tricky.

"I didn't expect to die here......"

Muttering, Zachary didn't care about the vampires around him, and the ghoul that Charles seemed to be tricky, although he took a second look, it was limited to that.

Walking in the corridor of the warehouse, he frowned at the unconscious young people around him, but it didn't take long for a familiar figure to come into view.

"Charles?"

Zachary was stunned, stepped over a corpse, stepped forward, and reached out to pat it.

"Charles? Wake up! ”

His voice was calm and tinged with a distinctive sharpness, as if carrying some kind of spell.

The sound is not loud, but it is very loud in the ears, and it is even quite irritating to the human eardrum.

So Charles was woken up in such a hazy way, looked up at the table, and after scanning the circle "blankly", he finally blinked.

"Monk? How are you? ”

"Of course it's me."

Brother Zachary patted him on the shoulder again, and then asked, "What's going on here?" ”

"I ...... It's not very clear. Charles replied in confusion: "We had a banquet here before, and then for some reason, I fainted. ”

"See anything else?"

"Anything else?" Charles shook his head when he heard this, "No. ”

"Did you find anyone special?"

"Special people?" Charles thought for a moment and said, "There's a strange iron bump over there wearing armor, and the banquet organizer, he looks at me very strangely, by the way, he's still a member of the church, I heard it's angel blood." ”

"You mean Abel?"

Brother Zachary said, glancing at the white-clothed young man who had fainted on the edge of the stage not far away, and said, "Although he has a loose temperament and is not very obedient to discipline, he will not have a problem. As for the iron lump in your mouth......"

Brother Zachary glanced at the guy who was slumped in the corner of the table, and finally concluded, "The ironclad lineage of the Chauvin Empire looks strange, but it's not our enemy. ”

Charles nodded "as if he understood", then frowned at the dead bodies.

"Who are these?"

"A bunch of sewer rats." Zachary replied.

At this moment, the knights had begun to wake up the young men one by one, and the situation was a little noisy for a while. He motioned for Charles to go out and talk to him.

The two of them then walked out of the slightly chaotic warehouse.

Standing in the sunlight, facing the door of the warehouse, the first thing the monk said when he spoke again was not about the case.

"I can't wait for your deployment, right?"

"Of course." Charles nodded.

In fact, he wished that the church had been ignoring him so that he could concentrate on his own business. You don't have to be called around.

But he knew it couldn't be.

Zachary couldn't think of what Charles was thinking, and when he saw Charles's calm face, he admired him.

"You're holding your breath."

Saying that, without waiting for Chardon to ask, he took the initiative to explain: "Our original plan was to send you to the demon hunting team on field duty in the church to clean up the more serious mysterious incidents in all parts of Turin, but there was an accident on the way. ”

"What accident?" Charles asked.

"Sister Dalie, the head of the choir, called you to join her troupe." Zachary said, snorting lightly: "This is indispensable for the secret operation of the old fox in your family, who had a close relationship with that nun in his early years. ”

"I don't know." When Charles heard this, he dissociated himself.

"Of course you won't know." Zachary replied, "There's not a place like a choir that a man would like." ”

Charles didn't ask him why he said that, and he wasn't interested in the choir, so he asked, "So, is my arrangement down?" ”

"Nope."

Zachary sighed, "If there was only a choir, there would not have been such a long delay, but because Mother Daly had been arguing with us at the meeting for so long, you were named by another church steward and supported by the bishop. ”

"The other one?" Charles frowned.

"Holy See Evangelical Ministry."

Zachary said: "The new department formed this year is mainly responsible for traveling to various parts of the kingdom to collect the life stories of pious monks, and then write articles and publish them in newspapers. ”

Charles was stunned when he heard this, and then he had a feeling of ridicule: "The church still has this kind of department? ”

"Of course."

"In recent years, the headquarters has attached great importance to publicity, and has specially advised the branches of various countries to focus on building evangelical departments, and the support is also very strong. ”

"So, I'm going to be sent there?"

"It's not final, but it's pretty much the same." As he spoke, he patted Charles on the shoulder again and sighed, "Specifically, you just wait at home." Don't be discouraged, the ministry is still very good in terms of treatment. ”

"What good treatment can a journalist have?" Charles scolded himself, but didn't say much.

Although it is very confusing to go from a military position to a civilian position, it sounds like a civilian job with a high degree of freedom......

During the conversation, the many unconscious people in the warehouse had been woken up, and at this moment, under the orders of the knights, they were honestly lined up in turn.

Seeing this, the monk motioned for Charles to move freely, and he stepped forward to help.

"There are additional necromancers casting spells, and it can't be ruled out that they are still mixed with you, so they need to be checked."

The captain of the knights announced this, and naturally none of these young people, who were basically less than twenty years old, raised objections.

However, in the inspection room, their eyes always glanced at the young figure standing outside the warehouse.

Why do they need to be tested, when the other person doesn't?

Even the Dream Elf, who is also a member of the church, wonders about this.

However, the young man in white with angelic blood was thinking about this.

As Brother Zachary said, there was a big dispute over Charles' arrangement of the church. The name Cranston is actually well-known in the church.

That's why this one looked at Charles strangely before.

Originally, he thought that Charles, a guy with a bad reputation, was actually not simple, but now it seems that this idea still needs to be mentioned again......

The "angel in white" here pondered to himself, and the captain of the guardian knight over there basically ignored Charles.

Others don't know the specific situation of Charles, he, the high-ranking member of the church, still knows a little, his resume is very clear, and the special bloodline characteristics are obviously not related to the necromancer......

So naturally they don't need to put that effort into it.

Charles was depressed.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have had to go to such great lengths to hide things."

Muttering, he stood still waiting for his cheap brother.

Soon after, however, before the cheap brother arrived, a young woman who had completed the examination came by with the help of her companion, who seemed to be just passing by, but whispered something in the past tense.

"Thank you, Charles."

The subtle voice sounded like a mosquito and a fly, and the voice was very soft, but Charles was stunned by it.

"Thank me?"

Looking at the back of the woman who was helped away, and thinking of the words that had been deliberately suppressed just now, Charles frowned.

"What does she know?"

Thinking like this, the young man couldn't help but squint, and his hand unconsciously touched the dagger that he had hidden in his belt.