Overworld, Privet Street Residence.

After leaving the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, the first thing he greeted was not the servant or the butler, but the sultry air around him.

The altar burned quietly in the narrow brown wood storage room, and the wind inevitably penetrated, and the door and glass windows behind him were all tightly closed, and a dull feeling arose in it.

However, Charles is basically used to this during this time, after all, ten days are spent here except for eating, drinking, and Lazar, and it is a personal habit.

Placed at hand was a large tome called "General History of the World", which was usually used as a pastime, and on the edge of the room, a silver flintlock pistol was quietly placed.

The gun had been purchased by Charles at the watch shop with the crossbow, and he had intended to use it to solve a problem, but after thinking about it, the flintlock pistol was laborious to load, and the bullets were not as powerful as the crossbow.

So the last thing he brought in was a crossbow.

"It would be nice if there were a revolver, but it's a pity that it hasn't developed to that point......"

Muttering to himself, Charles looked down at the empty palm.

He sighed.

The scepter really couldn't be made to reality.

He had expected this before he left, because he was vaguely aware that it was very deeply connected to the world of ice and fire.

Or rather, it should have been something unique to it - there was no Church of Seven in the Overworld.

It's just that the scepter can't be taken out, and the special pattern in the palm of the hand doesn't appear, which is quite depressing - the scepter is a foreign object after all, but the mark of the seven gods is on his body after all.

Shaking his head, Charles didn't think about it.

In the world of ice and fire, the long journey has begun again.

Eddard said that he had to get to the north before Carlin Bay was taken, otherwise it would be very troublesome later, but Charles didn't comment on this, and instead began to think about what he had been thinking about before leaving.

"So the so-called human reality is mass death? The second shuttle door is a third of the way open......"

"What's the remaining two-third?" Charles carefully recalled the American drama in his memory, and faintly guessed.

"Dragons? Strange ghosts? Or something else? ”

"The scepter shows that it was man-made, who created it?"

"Most of the scepter's abilities are only valid for the believers of the Seven Gods, but what about the power of death that comes from the scepter? Is there such a restriction as well? In a sense, the nest is horizontal? ”

"It's a pity that the True Eye hasn't been fully charged, and I can't see ...... now"

Sitting in this storage room, I kept thinking about all this, mainly the progress of the shuttle door. Charles decided it was time to do something about it.

The historical data was destroyed, and the scepter didn't expect to figure it out, but dragons and ghosts, or some supernatural things, he still had access to them.

As long as you want to get in touch with ......

Thinking about it, and summarizing and feeling his new strength, time passed unconsciously overnight.

The next day, the eleventh day after the altar was placed, Charles was hesitating whether he should go to church to inquire about the progress of something, and as soon as he had finished breakfast, Brother Wassey brought someone to visit.

He immediately arranged for a servant to take his place, and then hurried to receive him.

After a long time of not seeing him, the monk still had a gentle smile, and as soon as he was on the road, he got up from sitting on the sofa and introduced the other two people beside him.

"This is Brother Zachary, the master of the Church who has been sent to receive Bishop Charles." As he spoke, the monk winked at Charles.

So Charles understood, and shook hands with the monk, who looked no different from an ordinary middle-aged man in his forties: "Hello Brother Zachary, I'm Charles. Cranston. ”

The middle-aged monk smiled at him: "I know your father?" ”

Charles was stunned when he heard this, but Brother Woody was introducing another person who had come here, so he temporarily suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.

"This is Miss Connie, Brother Zachary's assistant."

Charles also greeted the young woman, who looked a few years older than him, and then the group sat down, and he couldn't help but look at the middle-aged monk who looked quite kind.

"What did the monk just say?"

"Your father?" Zachary smiled, "Yes, I know him, that cunning old fellow, but he has done a lot of headaches." ”

Charles was slightly dazed.

The original owner didn't seem to have much of an impression of his cheap father other than reprimands and "meddling".

After a few words of greeting, seeing that they did not take the initiative to speak, Charles asked interestingly: "The monk is here about notebooks?" ”

"That's right, I told Brother Zachary about you, and he proposed to come here to you." Brother Woody nodded, "He has some questions that need to be clarified. ”

"There's no hurry." Seeing that he finished speaking, Zachary said, "I heard that you need help?" Take me through it first. ”

This one was quite happy, so Charles got up.

Brother Woody and his assistant named Connie didn't seem to have any intention of going up, so he led Zachary upstairs alone.

"I heard you hired a fire mage to steal the fire of life?" Zachary asked

"It does say it's the fire of life, but I don't know exactly what it is." Charles replied, "Did he say anything about the Crimson Forge or something, and there's a 12-day time limit." ”

"Soul stealing? Ordinary people don't dare to practice this spell, and there are not many who can practice it. It seems that the caster is quite bold. ”

"He looks real, but I don't know much about him. Hired at an exchange in Pita City. Charles replied cautiously.

The monk didn't say anything, and after following Charles into the storeroom, after a few glances, he nodded: "Dangerous spells, but they work." ”

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and extinguished the quietly burning flaming red candle, and a faint gasping sound sounded, but nothing else happened.

Then, as if without guidance, the monk turned and walked towards the girl's room.

Charles hurriedly followed him, and when he saw that he had a clear goal, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

"Tracking? Relying on spirituality? ”

The girl's room was a few steps away, and in a few breaths, they came to the door. Pushing open the door and stepping inside, Anne's sleeping appearance came into view.

Ever since the spell took effect, the girl had been asleep, not needing to eat, nor had any excretory problems. It was as if he had been turned into a puppet, but the even breathing and the occasional muttering of his sleep made Charles sure that he was just asleep, albeit for a long time.

The screen window of the room ripples with the wind, and the fragrance of daffodils in front of the window lingers faintly on the tip of the nose, and the fresh breath can naturally relax the mind.

The monk walked to the bedside, looked down for a moment, and reached out to stroke the girl's forehead, and saw him bite his thumb and gently press the sleeping girl's forehead, and a blood-colored fingerprint appeared.

Then, when his thumb left, the fingerprint blood stains inexplicably gathered, and finally evolved into a thorn cross pattern, flashing white light and disappearing.

The monk looked at Charles.

"Okay, she's safe for now, we can get down to business."

"That's it." Charles looked at him, slightly confused.

Can a fingerprint replace the so-called soul stealing to keep the girl alive? It feels a little unreliable......

Zachary smiled and nodded, then pointed at the girl.

So Charles turned his head to look, and saw a short figure appear on the girl's forehead at some point!

The figure is surprisingly small, the size of a fingernail, the cute pocket little face is delicate and smooth, the white robe, the bare feet, and a group of glowing wings flickering behind it.

Swirling and floating on the girl's forehead, a little white light fell off from the wings, continuously integrating into the girl's body, making the girl's otherwise abnormal face slowly ruddy.

Angel?

Charles couldn't help but open his mouth.

When Charles looked at it, it also turned its head to look at the other, and in the flickering of its wings, a pair of blue eyes as small as sesame seeds, but large and round, looked at Charles curiously, and then it grimaced at it.