In the early hours of the third day of the disappearance, a large crowd appeared in a remote wooded area on the outskirts of Porso.

Faced with this sudden change in circumstances, they were horrified and couldn't help but cheer when they found that they had returned to their homeland.

The sound was immediately spotted by the already vigilant church personnel, who were intercepted before they reached the city.

Originally, their purpose was to quickly connect with their own people in the crowd and understand the information, but as far as they could see, the three or two kittens carried by the citizens were all heart-wrenching.

"Who put you out? What the? I don't know? ”

"What happened to you inside? Nothing? ”

"Don't you know anything?"

"A beam of golden light...... Well, have you ever seen who moved the hand? Also, have you noticed the rest of the monks? There is no ......"

……

The white-robed friars who were unconscious were quickly taken to the church for treatment, and the monks who remained here for interrogation were largely fruitless, most of whom only knew that a beam of light had released them.

A small number of people know more, but it's basically some necromancer information.

Naturally, this could not satisfy the people of the church, but it was a pity that the aura of the angelic ring of time and space had only appeared for a few seconds, and it had already disappeared again.

Regardless of how the Church reacted, the return of these ordinary citizens was thrilling to the majority of the people of Porso.

Some families who had lost their loved ones had already made some kind of mental preparations, but they did not expect that their relatives would come back on the third day.

Naturally, this led to a vigorous celebration and gratitude to the Church of Thorns. However, this gratitude can only be embarrassing to the people of the church—after all, it is an incident caused by the church's mistakes.

But it didn't take long for people to suddenly realize that not everyone had really returned here.

Except for those who were not missing in the first place, most of the nobles in Dulin were basically gone, and there was also the royal family of Dulin, except for five or six children, there were only three or two princesses, and the others also seemed to have evaporated from the world and did not see anyone.

"Investigate who these missing people have a grudge against, and we can basically find out the general background of the person behind the scenes." This suggestion was made by a monk at the church council, and it was quickly implemented.

In the afternoon of the same day, the results of the investigation were available, and they did investigate a general range, and even had a key suspect.

However, if the real "murderer" knows about this, he will probably have to laugh out loud.

There is no hatred and stakes, he just left behind the garbage that is glamorous on the surface and has not done anything good behind the scenes, including the aristocracy, including the conspirators, and even the underground party.

A large number of ordinary citizens did not investigate too much, but the nobles and royal families released those who were "pleasing to the eye".

It's just this, I don't think anyone will think about it.

……

The two days at the Cranston estate were quiet, and there were no twists and turns except for the day after Peace Day, when Allen's disappearance led to a repeated search of the church.

Or that the twists and turns that have emerged are not twists and turns.

The Fat Earl absconded, his cheap brother disappeared, his stepmother was scared away, and it was now Charles who was in charge, so he dismissed a large number of servants in the manor, leaving only some homeless ones to continue to stay in the manor, including the old butler.

At the same time, the manor's security personnel were not dismissed, as they were not directly employed by the Count, but were contracted by an organization in the city of Porso called Thunder Security.

The contract is 5 years, but it is still too early to end.

The Mason family next door is doing much more than Charles, and the sons and daughters of Earl Mason over there are splitting up at the moment. Noises can be heard every day, and it is said that their father, Fat Mason, is confirmed dead.

Charles, who heard the news, observed a second of silence for him, and then did what he had to do.

In fact, there aren't many things he can do right now.

……

The dimly lit study was quiet, and Charles, who sat in a chair, scribbled with a pen.

On the other side of the study, there was a rustling sound, but there was no one there, only a magic pen writing on the paper, which seemed to be quite fast.

It's just that every once in a while, the writing comes to an abrupt halt, and then the pen leans in the direction of the Charles, as if to make a sneaky observation.

"If you can't finish it by noon today, then our previous agreement will be null and void."

On its seventh observation, Charles said without looking up.

He was now with his legs folded on his desk, his notes resting on his knees, and in his hands he wrote one cumbersome symbol after another—a secret text of a cursed spell.

Hearing his words, the pen immediately straightened up, and then began to "write hard" again.

In short, the pen was a simple magic pen, except that Charles had sealed a soul inside of it—his dedicated writer.

That way, even if Charles is negligent, this guy won't have to run away anymore, and he won't have to turn him into a card every time.

Of course, as a conscientious master, Charles made a pact with him that as long as he had written a full year's worth of manuscripts, he would give it back his freedom.

A year is not a long time, and the pen is naturally quite excited about it, and even probes to wonder if Charles has deceived himself.

It's just that this kind of careful thinking, Charles is not in the mood to pay much attention.

What he practiced at the moment was a spell called the Mad Dog Curse, and the level was still the second level, in addition to this, what he didn't practice was the Sleeping Curse, the Resurrection Ritual, and the Death Force Field.

It's not too much, but it's very practical, so even though Charles has now mastered the third level of psychic, or even the fourth and fifth level of spells, he still hasn't given up practicing.

In fact, low-level spells are just simple to learn and have a lower effect than high-level.

Thinking of this, he paused for a moment, then looked sideways at the clear sky outside the window.

Along with the spell, there is also the problem that arises with Anne. In fact, it is easy to say.

Robson, the psychic, and Woodleigh, who is hidden within the Church, belong to an organization called the Bloody Cross, which intends to resurrect an being, and Anne is one of the alternate shells of the resurrection.

It's a cliché, but it's not too surprising that the necromancer, or demon apostle, likes to resurrect this and summon that.

If this is the case, Charles is enough to be nervous, because the hidden strength of this organization is quite strong, and Woodleigh's status is not clear, but Robson, a fifth-level psychic, is just one of the ordinary members.

The fifth level is only ordinary members, which shows the strength of the organization, and you can guess how strict they will be with their targets

In reality, however, Anne was only one of many shells, and it was not particularly important that there would be at least seventeen or eighteen children like her......

This made Charles feel a little relieved, and after learning from the psychic that the curse on Anne's body was not a real curse, and the solution was known to the traitor Woodleigh, he was looking forward to the "business trip" in the near future.

Honestly following behind Woodleigh's ass for an opportunity? Or find a way to debunk her true identity?

Joke, with that powerful golden ring, by surprise, Charles can completely take the immortal existence into it, and then brew it at will.