Overworld.

Under the mild morning sun, the black horse-drawn carriage departed from the Creston estate in the Netta district and drove slowly on the stone and brick road towards the church cathedral in the middle tower district.

Charles had planned to stay in the manor for the whole day and then enter the shuttle gate, but when he returned yesterday afternoon, he was told that the church's evangelistic department had planned to meet him this morning.

So early in the morning, Charles hurried out of the manor.

It was still early in the morning, there were not so many pedestrians on the city streets, and after about half an hour, the carriage finally arrived at the square in front of the church of San Caso.

After getting out of the carriage, Charles strode towards the church.

He was already familiar with the road here, and he recognized the door last time, so he didn't need someone to show the way, and after entering the church, he went directly to the third floor and came to the door of the Gospel Ministry.

After a few knocks on the door, the voice of the boss Siegel came from behind the door, and after pushing the door in, Charles glanced around, and found no one else in this "study", and couldn't help but wonder.

"Isn't it a collection?"

"Yes."

Siegel, who was sitting behind his desk, smiled and nodded at him, "It's just that you came early." ”

Charles was dumbfounded.

He's the kind of person who wants to get things done as soon as he wants, and he doesn't think about procrastination or anything like that, but sometimes he seems to be in a bit of a hurry.

Invited by Siegel, Charles sat down on a chair in front of his desk, and when he glanced around, he saw that there were six chairs around.

Siegel, who got up and politely poured him tea, noticed his gaze, so he said casually: "There are six people in each group, and I have put you in the third group." ”

So because the place is small, is it received in waves?

Charles complained secretly, and was about to ask about the details of the group's classification, when there was a sudden knock on the door of the study.

After Siegel greeted him, a young man in a pink suit and trousers walked in with small steps.

Seeing this man, Charles couldn't help but be stunned, and found that this was the "dream fairy" he had seen in the warehouse party. The other party was also stunned when he noticed him, but he nodded, and after introducing each other, he didn't say anything.

His name is Mickey. Grintton.

Then came a tall round-faced man named Ryan, a very short young man with a mustache who seemed to be only one meter five or six. Self-proclaimed flame.

Because the True Eye was still cooling, Charles wasn't sure what his real name was.

But he didn't pay much attention to it.

The time was approaching, and the personnel were almost all there, but one of the last two to walk in was an acquaintance of Charles.

Blonde hair and brown eyes, beautiful face, just saw her, Charles was stunned.

"Connie?"

The other party was also a little surprised to see him, and then smiled cheerfully: "Long time no see, Charles." ”

"Didn't you reply to Chauvin?" Charles asked, raising an eyebrow.

Although he hadn't seen each other for a long time, he still remembered that the person in front of him was from the Chauvin Empire.

"Back and back."

Connie sat down in her chair as she answered, when there was a sudden cough next to her, and she looked helplessly at the woman who had come in with him.

"Betty, this is Charles, I told you before."

"Oh," Betty was also a blonde woman, with three-dimensional features, but a pair of squinting eyes that were a little weird.

About Connie's age, this will look at Charles's eyes with interest, and seem to be full of gossip.

But before she could say anything, seeing that the staff was complete, Siegel suddenly knocked on the table. So everyone turned to look at him.

"Alright, the third team is here. Now that you've basically got to know each other, I'll talk about the purpose of summoning you this time. ”

As he spoke, he picked up a few documents from his desk and handed them to everyone in turn.

"This is an old monk named Hunter, he lives near the Wangcheng factory area, your target is him, and then each of you will go back and write an interview article, and hand it over to me tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, the short man who called himself the flame hurriedly raised his hand: "Are we together?" ”

"Yes." Siegel nodded: "The old monk is relatively old, so he can't receive you in turn, so you go together." But this is a test of your basic abilities. Of course, there are also contribution rewards. ”

After that, he instructed a few more precautions, and finally added: "I originally planned to ask you to go the day after tomorrow, but the astrology department said that it would rain the day after tomorrow, and it was not convenient to go out, so I was in advance, and I remember to explain it when I arrived." ”

Everyone nodded, and seeing that he had nothing else to say, they left one after another.

"Hey, Charles." On the way out, Connie came up with her little friend and asked with a strange expression, "Why did you join here?" ”

"Orders from above." Charles shrugged his shoulders and wasn't ready to say more, but it seemed that someone was more interested in him.

"What is your race?" Walking on the other side of him, the one named Betty asked curiously.

"I'm human......" Charles replied speechlessly, seeing that he was still trying to get to the bottom of the matter, he couldn't help adding: "Light shooter." ”

They were talking to each other, and before they knew it, they were at the end, and the short man who walked in front was with the other two. Hearing the sound behind him, he muttered jealously.

"So, girls nowadays are generally very superficial, isn't it just that they look good, really, Master Tim of the Alpine Country said it well, people, the key is the heart."

The pink dream fairy smiled slightly when he heard this, and the big man with a round face nodded in agreement.

In a delicate atmosphere, a total of six people walked out of the church and hailed a wide carriage at the edge of the square. With three of them on one side, they hurried to the slums of the royal city of Porso.

During this period, Betty kept asking questions about Charles, looking like a gossip. If Charles hadn't known that there was no such thing as marriage and having children in the church, he would have thought that he was interested in him.

However, under his cold attitude, this one was not so interested in the end, and instead chatted with Connie.

The carriage was basically the same, and the carriage slowly drove towards its destination.

It didn't take long for a noisy noise to come from outside the window, and the young people in the car looked sideways when they heard the sound, and found that a team of patrolmen in white uniforms was on the street outside and pushed a middle-aged man wearing a long-sleeved and worn duck's cap to the ground.

"I'm not an underground party, I didn't participate in the last march, you arrested the wrong person! Let go of me! ”

However, since he had already done it, it was unlikely that he would be let go, and it was also true, after tying him up, a group of people quickly pressed the man to leave the place, turning a blind eye to the onlookers around him.

Seeing this, the big man with a round face shook his head and sighed: "This matter is really getting worse and worse." ”

"Of course." When the words fell, the short man next to him took over as if he couldn't hold back: "If you want me to say that those people in Congress are all stupid, what kind of entry tax should they get?" I wouldn't do it if I were me, I wouldn't have made much money! ”

On the one hand, he was a little indignant, but on the other hand, he had no scruples about the discussion system, so that for a while it was a little unclear whether he was born into a commoner or an aristocratic family.

Of course, it may also be that it is better to have your back to the church.

"This is a reference to the personal income tax system of the Chauvin Empire, and the response over there is not so big." Hearing this, Connie couldn't help but say, "It's just that there are some, well, some that are not suitable for moving to Turin." ”

"Anything that doesn't fit is just stupid." The short man disdained to refute when he heard this: "Shawen's introduction of a tax bill has been planned for several years, what about Du Lin?" When it comes up, it collects a quarter, and only the worker's. ”

"If no one makes a fuss, it's unless everybody has the same brains in the water as the people in Congress." As he spoke, it suddenly occurred to him that there was a guy with his father serving in Congress, so he turned a corner without the slightest pause and added.

"But the Earl of Cranston has a good hand. Arrange for the caster to blend in with the protest group, so that the church has to take care of it if it makes a little abnormal, and tsk, it can easily solve a big problem. ”

"However, how to say it, the royal family is not grateful to that person for this, you know, after this incident, the royal family immediately sent a prince to serve in the tax bureau."

As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at Charles, who was leaning against the window and looking at the outside world, thought about it, and did not say his name.

Although he is a bit venomous, this is obviously not the kind of guy who has no emotional intelligence at all, and he knows that he has concerns.

"Speaking of the prince. Do you have a prince here who has become a golden retriever? Connie asked curiously, "How is he doing now?" ”

Naturally, she said the one she met with Charles last time, but the short man obviously didn't know much about it, and was a little dazed when he heard it: "Become a dog?" What do you mean? ”

No one else had heard of it, so much so that there was a sudden silence in the carriage.

"The second prince heard that he went to Chavin."

Seeing that the people around him were very puzzled by this question, the "dream fairy" who was sitting in the corner, keeping his waist straight, and his demeanor was extremely dignified, smiled faintly: "Vice President Mel of the Chauvin Empire has a lot of experience in lifting this special curse, so ......"

Hearing him say this, Connie was stunned.

The vice-president named Mel belongs to the Chauvinist Royal Mage Guild, and a gossip widely circulated in the Arcavia continent is that the Chauvin Emperor, who had retired from Taiwan for a whole year to recuperate, was not actually sick, but was cursed into a pig by some powerful necromancer.

No one knew exactly how, but it was clear that the royal family of Turin was quite sure of this, otherwise it would not have been possible to send their second prince over there.

……

It is a long way from the middle tower area where the church is located to the slum on the edge of the royal city, but this group of people are about the same age, and the topic is unconsciously chattering, one will be the political situation of Dulin, one will be the royal gossip, one will be the mainland news, and the other will be the colonial style.

Time passed before you knew it. While Betty and the short man were discussing the trend of newspaper information in recent years, the driver outside the carriage suddenly knocked on the front window.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to get there."

It seemed that time passed a little quickly, and the young people, especially the two who were talking, seemed to be a little reluctant, but they didn't drag it out, and got out of the carriage in turn.

At this moment, the street where the carriage was located seemed relatively remote, surrounded by a low, old building that resembled the last century, and the masonry under his feet was tattered, and he stepped on it a little bit, which made Betty, who was obviously from a noble family, pout in frustration.

Turning his head, the same was true of the monk's quarters on the corner of the street.

The pale bricks and stones are damp, and the second-floor balcony is overgrown with weeds, and this three-story small building seems to have been left unattended for a long time.

"The life of an old monk is really hard......"

The short man sighed at this, then stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After no response for a long time, he couldn't help but knock again.

Soon after, the sound of trivial footsteps wafted faintly, and then the thick wooden door was opened, and out of it came a gray-haired head, with obvious bags under the eyes, and loose skin like goosebumps.

"Who are you looking for?"

He blinked at the group with cloudy old eyes, a questioning expression.

The flames introduced themselves, and the old man nodded knowingly, then opened the door tremblingly and invited them in.

Charles, who followed the group to "play soy sauce", did not pay much attention to the interview target, in fact, he was ready to be a gangster, and he did not think about it.

On the contrary, after the group of fellows around him entered the hallway of the house, they couldn't wait to talk to the old monk one by one.

But when Charles left the entrance and entered the living room, a sharp and dull scream suddenly came from under the wooden floor!

The surroundings were polite to each other, and a harmonious scene was quiet.