The morning sun shines on the northern section of the capital's main thoroughfare, a street with a strong commercial atmosphere, exuding bursts of oily black luster.

The stone bricks under his feet are hard, and the pedestrians around him are mixed.

In front of him, a middle-aged figure dressed in a black gentleman's uniform walked hurriedly on the side of the street, with his head bowed, ignoring some salesmen selling various goods on the street, as if there was something urgent.

Charles followed him quietly, his steps unhurried, his eyes scanning his surroundings from time to time to see if there were any other anomalies.

He was also dressed in a black gentleman's suit, but with a slight refinement, a silver pocket watch and bracelet peeking out from the crisp white saddle pocket, shining quietly in the sunlight.

Because he was disgusted with the discomfort of having something on his head, Charles did not wear a top hat on his head at the moment, but showed a neatly combed and "meticulous" short black hair.

This makes him look quite handsome, but there is a faint touch of uninhibitedness in it. The appearance is eye-catching, which attracts the attention of the ladies and ladies passing by, and also receives a lot of hostile eyes.

However, this one was actually the clothes that the housekeeper of the manor prepared for him to participate in the party, and the maids helped to dress and take care of it, but it was not Charles who took the initiative to be so "sassy".

His outstanding appearance makes it difficult for him to follow, and both silver pocket watches and handkerchiefs on his chest are obviously valuables.

These have also attracted a lot of ill-intentioned attention.

Along with the "ornaments", there is also a beautifully crafted black flintlock pistol.

Relatively inconspicuous, but very deterrent.

……

There are a lot of pedestrians on the road, but they are basically on both sides, because at that time the horse-drawn carriages passing by from time to time occupy the main area of the road.

Charles's figure caught the attention of one of them, or some people.

"If you read that right, he's the chancellor's eldest son?"

A slightly shrill female voice rang out from inside the carriage, looking out the window, a young lady in a warm yellow ladies' dress muttered.

"I think so."

Another woman in a white dress and a gauze hat next to her replied, blinking unconsciously as she stared at someone's back. It wasn't until the tall figure faded out of sight that she withdrew her gaze.

"The dark-haired, black-eyed chauvinist is a rarity here, and with his hand-made tuxedo, it's clearly not middle-class. The local chauvinists who were born into the nobility must have ...... As handsome as others say. ”

"I just don't know if it's as irritable as others say." Someone next to him muttered, his tone unconsciously questioning.

"I heard that Miss Marlene invited him to dance at a party last year, but he was turned down."

"It's normal to be rejected." When the girl in the white dress heard this, she whispered, "Many gentlemen are taboo to dance with other ladies in front of their sweethearts, maybe he has a crush on him." ”

"It's really normal." The person who spoke was dressed in a long red dress, and said disdainfully: "But the reason for his refusal is too much!" ”

"What?"

"He thinks Miss Marlene is ugly, and he says it in a big way! It's rude......"

Hearing this, the girl in the white dress was stunned, and the trace of goodwill that had just been born because of the appearance of a certain Yan dog was unconsciously swept away.

"That's really excessive."

"That's right, he's not a gentleman at all."

"I heard that he also has a special fondness for beating, Prince Joseph of the royal family, steward of the House of Manners, and Sergeant James of the police station...... Even several of his maids were beaten away. ”

"So much?"

"It's a pity......" the woman in the white dress sighed.

The companions around him gradually spoke in unison, listening to this, and the last lady sitting next to him in the carriage finally couldn't help but speak.

"There are some things that can't just be taken at face value."

The speaker's voice was gentle, and compared to the people around her, she was dressed plainly, also wearing a white dress, but she did not wear any jewelry.

"What you don't look at on the surface, such an obvious thing ......"

Halfway through speaking, the woman in the red dress suddenly remembered the special feature of the person in front of her, so she smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry Thea, I didn't mean to." ”

"It's okay." The young woman named Thea smiled slightly, and then repeated softly, "There are some things that cannot be seen only at the surface. ”

She has pure, beautiful brown eyes, and when she speaks, her big watery and shiny eyes smile slightly, and she looks very beautiful.

It's just that the eyes emanating from it are very scattered, faintly dazed and empty, silently proving her identity - a blind girl.

……

Leaving the main road and taking a side path, Charles didn't know what others were saying about him.

He was leaning against a corner wall, looking sideways at the intersection not far away, at the middle-aged man who had bought a newspaper from a newsboy.

Scanning the empty streets around him, Charles had a slight headache.

"It's so obvious that it's hard not to be discovered."

The intersection ahead is very open, and there are not as many pedestrians in this area as compared to the main road.

Charles wants to use his immature tracking skills to track such a large area without being detected, which is a fool's dream.

Thankfully, he stopped to buy the newspaper and gave him a moment to breathe, otherwise he would have lost it by now.

"What should I do?"

Charles frowned.

The man Charles didn't know, but the Bandage Man knew him well—he was a fellow necromancer and was also involved in digging up a treasure spot.

Of course, Charles wanted to follow him not because he was curious about the necromancers in the Overworld, or greedy for the so-called treasure or anything, but because of Anne, who he hadn't seen in a long time.

The reason why "his" aunt adopted Anne was because of the bandage man's entrustment, and the reason why the bandage man entrusted it was entrusted by the middle-aged man not far away.

As for the reason, the bandage man does not know at all.

That's right, even the bandage man didn't know exactly why Anne was valued by the necromancer.

That's why Charles took the risk of following him when he saw him.

However, it is not really risky, the other party belongs to the same class as the bandage man, and Charles, who has the memory of the bandage man, feels that as long as he is careful, he will not be discovered - he is relatively familiar with the methods of necromancers.

Thinking about it, Charles suddenly heard a sound of flapping wings in his ears, and he couldn't help but look up.

A flock of pigeons flew high overhead and, under Charles' attention, landed on the roof of a red-tiled apartment across the street.

That direction is the path in which the goal is headed.

Looking at the pigeons grooming their feathers behind the chimneys, Charles couldn't help but think of a solution.

"So far ......"

He hesitated, but seeing that he had already paid and hurried again, he no longer hesitated.

After taking a deep breath, he looked at the roof of the building that had to be at least a hundred meters away, and pulled out his right hand that was inserted in the pocket of his trousers, and then his mind moved, and some invisible substance in the air responded to him because of this.

After sensing a special sense of control in the distance, Charles smiled, and then no longer hesitated, his right hand clenched, and then decisively turned his grip.

There was no sound, but as far as the eye could see, the pigeons on the roof were cooing and flying in panic.

The sound spread to the surroundings, and was heard by the middle-aged man on the street below, who subconsciously glanced up, and hurried again after not finding anything special.

Seeing this, the young man smiled unconsciously, and then disappeared into the corner.

……

The royal city of Porso is a pure white city, but there are a lot of pigeons, and it is said that this was first specially stocked by a certain king of the royal family of Turin to decorate this pure and dazzling beautiful city.

However, the dove, which symbolizes purity and peace, is now used by the Charles as a matter of death.

Young figures walk on the towering rooftops, the world looks a little dwarfed under their feet, looking down from above, the heads of pedestrians wearing various hats are scattered, and the streets paved with black stone bricks are quite deserted.

People don't usually look overhead when walking, and the long row of apartment buildings provides a convenient way for the Shire to follow them.

So he cautiously walked on the roof of the red-tiled townhouse, glancing at the target below, and when the rooftop road was finished, he searched for other things he could use, and then teleported away.

As time passed, the roads became more remote and pedestrians fewer, and Charles managed to track down their destination, a small three-story building with a garden in the outer city.

The surrounding buildings are sparse, and the roads are wide and silent.

He watched around the corner as the other knocked on the door and was ushered into the house.

Eventually, the eye fell on the top of the chimney of the house, where a black-feathered crow was falling.

"Surveillance birds? Pretty careful...... But it's really big to use crows. Muttering, Charles turned away.

In a few moments, a flock of "staggering" pigeons flew from a distance, and a large number of panicked cooing easily attracted the little dark eyes of the crow.

As a bird that loves to join in the fun, it tilted its head and stared for a while, then flapped its wings and blended into a flock of white birds, and decisively left its original responsibilities behind.

Watching it leave, Charles immediately "placed" a pigeon in his hand in the corner of the third-floor balcony of the target house, and then twisted it vigorously.

Death came to light, and his figure flashed away.

Relying on telekinesis to drive away and "command" the pigeon flock, and then use the hand of the medium to cause death, Charles simply appeared on the balcony.

Leaning against the wall on the edge of the balcony and glancing sideways at the room that looked like a study inside, Charles was about to "sneak in", but found that the target he was following happened to be an old man in a woolen sweater who pushed open the door and walked in.

He hurriedly withdrew his gaze, leaning against the edge and listening with his ears pricked up.

"Hopefully something will be rewarded." Thinking secretly, Charles was suddenly stunned.

Because of a conversation from the study behind him.

"Let's not mention the strange things in the interval, the son of the gods who betrayed the Church of Thorns has confirmed that it is not within the royal city."

"Where did he go?"

"I don't know, it's still under investigation."