There was a massive rush of spells and a strange cacophony from behind.

Passers-by in the surrounding streets walked out of the houses on both sides in droves, looking in the direction of the Tower of Porso in the center of the kingdom with worried faces.

No one told them what had happened, but by various means, the people who had not participated in the king's speech knew that all those who were under the tower of Porso had disappeared.

Because of this, what happened there tugged at the heartstrings of countless people-

Because basically every family in the city has a member who goes to listen to the king, that is, if these tens of thousands of people do not return, then the whole city will be completely covered in tragedy.

However, who would have thought that the person who holds their loved ones in his hands is passing them by at this moment?

Walking on the edge of the street, with his hands in the pockets of his coat, feeling the intense tingling of his right hand and the sensation that seemed to burn his soul, Charles's eyelids couldn't stop beating.

It was not easy to forcibly snatch something from that demon's hands while he was unprepared. Because the black flame burning in its hand never stopped.

It looks like Charles grabbed it without a hitch. However, at the time, this was tantamount to taking a chestnut out of the fire.

As a result, his right hand quickly dried up and turned black, and now it was almost a dried corpse.

It's just that......

Feeling the warm current of the world around him flowing into his right hand, Charles didn't worry too much about it.

Under this continuous "treatment", the pain in his hand hidden in the pocket has been continuously relieved, although it is not very fast, but it must not take a few hours to fully recover.

And relying on his own fearlessness of spell tracking and prophecy effects, he will not be afraid of someone finding out that this matter was done by himself.

"Lilder. Morton. ”

Muttering the name, Charles paid a high price for a carriage that had been watching the excitement and headed for the Cranston Manor.

Originally, the purpose of his trip was to capture the necromancer named Robson, so that he could obtain information about the necromancer's third level and above spells, as well as to understand Annie's problem.

Now he has successfully achieved his goal, and not even him, but also "attached" a unique treasure, as well as no less than 10,000 "meat tickets"

He didn't know the specific numbers, and he didn't count them, and he didn't actually plan to really "swallow" those people, but decided to find a time to let things go-

Not now, though, and not all.

At this moment, the holy artifact that looked like a golden bracelet was lying quietly in the ice and snow of another world.

If possible, Charles would actually love to go in and study it now.

It's just that it is night at the moment, and if he goes in, he will not be able to heal his wounds, so he can only give up.

As for taking it out for research, it's even more impossible, it's constantly blooming with a unique light, more conspicuous, and Charles doesn't believe that this kind of precious church has no means of tracking.

But Charles didn't have much to worry about, after all, the things were already in hand. The rest of the things can be done slowly, and there is no need to do it right away.

……

The carriage staggered in the direction of the manor not far away, and the coachman appealed all the way to his luck and that of his family.

Because of the need for work, no one ran to join in the fun, and no one disappeared.

However, the coachman did not know exactly what the situation was—because of the loss of the holy object, the church did not seem to know how to explain it.

Naturally, Charles is in his left ear and out of his right ear. His main thoughts were now focused on his current abilities.

"The scythe...... Or the weapon seems to be able to cause a lot of pain, and if you are caught off guard, it should work wonders. It's just that it doesn't play a decisive role in a goal that is stronger than my spirit. ”

……

"Teleportation is much easier than it used to be, it just requires soul storage. I hadn't had time to see it before, and I didn't know how many soul teleportations were needed, but ...... Although a lot of evil power has been consumed, if I remember correctly, I still have more than 100,000 survivors in the ice and fire...... Besides, if the consumption is very small, there is no need to move that. ”

……

"With the Eye of Destiny, it's especially convenient for me to cast curses, even without me knowing. If I have time, I'd better learn all the Mad Dog Curse and Sleeping Curse that I can learn at the second level. “

……

"The new talent can be resurrected, but only for the soul, and the question is, can I still maintain the strength of my spirit body after resurrection? Or do you want to start from scratch? ”

Charles groaned, this was completely unknown to him, just as he possessed the ability of the unquenchable fire, which also seemed to be immortal.

It sounds awesome, but he can't try this ability at all.

Shaking his head, feeling the much softening sensation in his hand, Charles pursed his lips slightly.

The carriage eventually arrived at the manor, and upon returning, Charles found a group of disheveled young men sitting around the hall whispering something to each other.

Charles knew these people because he had met them before, and they were the same friends as his younger brother Alan.

Including Allen, after seeing Charles return, they all saluted, and a red-haired girl suddenly got up and walked over: "You went to Porso Square?" Any idea what the hell is going on there? ”

This person's tone was stiff and fast, but her red eyes and identity already showed her mood at the moment.

Although the Church Relics shrouded all the witnesses in the square, there were still people who watched from a distance to know what was going on there.

Obviously, the assassination of the old king has been heard by the royal princess in front of her.

"I didn't go, sorry." Charles replied, then nodded to Allen, who was not far away, and stepped upstairs.

Looking at his back, the red-haired girl bit her lip and sat back in a loss, so the people around her surrounded her again and began to comfort her.

It's just that they are very confused about this, how much effect can they have when they are comforted?

The king was dead, and a large number of citizens, including many high-ranking officials and dignitaries of the capital, disappeared, and it is not yet obvious what has just happened, but in reality, the country is destined to be in chaos.

……

Charles did not make it back to the bedroom, but was stopped by the old butler at the staircase on the second floor.

"This is a letter left for you by the master."

Facing Charles's inquiring gaze, he whispered, "The master also said, don't forget what you said in the room that day. ”

He sighed with a complicated expression, then turned to leave.

Charles frowned as his back disappeared from view, then opened the letter.

He had expected this, and it was.

The letter contained Earl Cranston's account and withdrawal code at Chauvin's Obsidian Bank, as well as a few scattered other riches, a large amount.

Other than that, he didn't leave any words, but the letter clearly belonged to a farewell letter.

"Lilder. Morton ......"

Charf muttered the name again.

This is the name of the demon who was slashed by him.

It was an emergency and he couldn't have paid attention to it, but Charles later learned the information from a strand of soul that had been cut off from his weapon.

And it's called Lilder. Morton's man, if memory serves, is the obscene red-nosed mayor he met in the town below his aunt's castle when he was in Pita City.

Charles remembers this relatively well, because he taught him three fire magics.

Of course, the point is not this, the point is that he and the fat earl are in a group.