In the morning light, the pedestrians outside the window of the pizzeria were hurrying, and Charles, who was sitting in the seat in front of the window, quietly watched all this, his eyes constantly flashing, as if looking for something.

The black Dodge was parked quietly across the street, under a street lamp, and at some point, a ticket was posted on the windshield, but Charles ignored it.

He's been keeping an eye out for something special going on.

Constantly observing, a tall man, wearing a black coat, with a beautiful tattoo on his thick arm came into view, he hurriedly walked on the side of the road, talking on the phone as he walked, and unfortunately collided with another big man who turned around on a street corner.

"You don't have fucking eyes!" Under the collision, the mobile phone fell to the ground, and the microphone still rang with a puzzled inquiry from the other side, and the tattooed man glared at the man in the peaked cap who hit him.

"You hit me."

The other party replied in a deep voice, wearing a peaked cap and his hands in his trouser pockets, looking quite low-key.

However, Dahan was very annoyed by this: "I'm going straight fucking." You bitch, don't you turn corners and don't look at the road!? ”

"Keep your mouth clean."

"Fuck you clean! I-" The tattooed man scolded, only to be punched by the other party in the middle of his sentence.

The fist was decisive and swift, full of power under the collision, and directly knocked out one of the opponent's teeth.

At the same time, before the tattooed man could stand firm, the capped man kicked the opponent's leg joints again.

"Ah——!h

The screams suddenly rang out, and the tattooed man unconsciously covered his knees and collapsed to the ground.

Things happened very quickly, and after seeing the tattooed man fall to the ground, the other party wanted to kick it again, and a middle-aged aunt who was watching next to him was busy patting her companion next to her.

"Quick, call the police!"

She didn't say it loud, but the person seemed to hear it keenly, so he snorted, and after spitting insultingly at the self-wailing guy on the ground, he turned away quickly.

No one dared to stop him, so after a few breaths, the cap disappeared into the street, leaving only the tattooed man who was still arrogant and domineering, and now he was clutching his knees and screaming in pain.

All of this was watched by Charles, until the sirens fluttered and a police car slowly approached, and Charles withdrew his gaze and looked at the two cards on the table, two cards with overlapping edges.

One shows Rupert. Andorra is the name and the other is called Dom. Cobb.

And the portrait above is the two parties fighting opposite.

At this moment, it was not long after Charles was promoted, and he had just returned to the evil force.

He couldn't experiment with his new abilities in the Overworld Manor without any scruples, so when the time came, he couldn't wait to enter the shuttle door.

After driving away from the suburban warehouse, I went straight to this city in the central region of Wyoming.

He drew a card at a fight club in the south of the city, and then ran to the chaotic red-light district to the north to grab another card.

As a result, the two guys, who were half an hour's drive apart, met in front of Charles.

"The cards overlap and they collide together, so what if they overlap exactly?"

Looking down at the two gold-rimmed cards on the pale yellow fireproof fast table, Charles pressed two fingers on the card, trying to make them overlap again, but unfortunately, this time only a little closer, the two cards suddenly turned into golden light and disappeared.

Seeing this, Charles couldn't help but be helpless.

After the promotion, it was shown that he could slightly manipulate fate, but how to control it is an unknown problem, and at the moment Charles has only experimented with such a "collision of fate", and the rest still needs to be explored.

"There's a limit to what you can do."

Charles came to this conclusion.

Comparatively speaking, another change in the talent of walking fate is much clearer than manipulating fate, because what this ability can do has been shown, not unclear.

[You can covertly order the soul woven into a card to force you to do one thing, including but not limited to assassinating enemies and protecting others, and after the task is completed, the soul will automatically be out of your control]

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[Note that if the quest is aimed at a living target, you must have the target's spirit item as a medium]

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"In short, it's a one-time creep ......"

Pondering, Charles unconsciously thought of the many demons in his wings.

After being "swallowed" most, there were less than a hundred of those demons.

His current spirit body is still very tall, but he has not had that kind of detachment reaction in the Overworld, which is naturally due to this promotion.

But at the same time, the inability of the Charr spirit to grow again is also a problem. Until this problem is solved, the contents of the wings seem to be of little use, so ......

"Your apple pizza, sir."

A slightly hoarse female voice interrupted Charles's thoughts.

Looking up, a waitress girl with dark blonde curls was placing a plate of food on the table, her light blue eyes blinking at him with a touching smile.

Charles nodded in acknowledgement, and the other man turned to leave.

The slender back swayed gracefully, consciously or unconsciously, showing his graceful posture, and a note with a phone number pressed under the dinner plate was a silent proof of something - Charles usually doesn't pay attention, but he is actually very popular.

But in this regard, Charles only touched his chin.

After looking at it, he ignored it, raised his hand to pick up the knife and fork on the plate to cut the food, and then took a bite.

"It's a little salty......"

Muttering, he couldn't help but think of the last change.

Compared with the promotion of the two special abilities of the Child of Destiny, among the two abilities of his Long Night Domination, only the Long Night Descending has changed, a "fatal" change.

"Souls are no longer needed, just a long night shrouds to revive the dead, what will happen if I unleash this ability here now? Cemetery? Hospital? Morgue? ”

He munched on his pizza and looked out the window at the bustling and cold city.

This place is located in Wyoming and is called the city of Cheyenne.

"It seems indestructible, but it shatters when you touch it."

There was an urge to let go of his hands and feet to "play a game" regardless of it, but Charles immediately pressed this thought to the bottom of his heart.

Put your own curiosity above the tragedies of others. He wouldn't have done it if he didn't have to.

Silently thinking, the food on the table dwindled, and just as Charles was sticking his fork into the last piece of pizza, the phone in his trouser pocket suddenly rang.

I took it out and looked at it, and then connected it.

"Hey, Charles, I'm Dean." The voice on the other side was a little muffled, Charles unconsciously raised his eyebrows, and then asked pretending to be puzzled, "What did you do before?" Why can't I get through on the phone? ”

"We were attacked by an angel, and with Casidio's help, we were not hurt, but the angel's attack affected all the phones." Dean said in a helpless tone, then changed the subject: "Don't talk about this yet, Charles, I need help. ”

"What helps?" Charles wasn't surprised by this.

"Cassidio lost a lot of strength because he saved us, and he couldn't save Sam anymore, so I ......"

"What?"

"So I made a deal with the demon."

Dean said, giving the details.

In short, in order to save his brother, he did not hesitate to sell his soul to the Crossroads Demon, and now he only has one year to live.

After saving Sam, Dean was unwilling to go to hell soon, so he thought about summoning the demon out and asking him to terminate the contract......

He was a little embarrassed when he said this, but Charles didn't say anything about it.

This kind of thing is human nature, and he would do the same if he were him, after all, when it comes to his own life, it is better to lose face than to lose his life, but-

"You mean, the guy you traded with is called Crowley?"

"That's right," Dean replied.

Charles heard this thoughtfully.

"So, you ...... with him"

The words fell, and the atmosphere on the other side seemed a little delicate.