"So, I'm your head now?"

……

At the top of the mountain, the grass is green, and the sun is shining and the breeze is blowing.

The grand scene just now dissipated as many grays emerged one after another.

The guys in black suits seemed to be just taking a picture, or rather, after meeting the new boss in the company, they went their separate ways.

"Yes."

Faced with Charles's question, the black female Grim Reaper, who was standing five meters away from him, replied, "He said that this is the last gift for you." ”

The words fell, and Tessa, who was beside her, added: "But it is also a responsibility, and he wants you to help him govern the Grim Reapers in the United States during his absence." ”

"But he's in a cage." Charles frowned. "How did you hear this order?"

"Death is everywhere, and the cage can only lock up his body, but not his will." The black female Grim Reaper replied.

Shire Moran.

Want him to run all the Grim Reaper in America?

This thing is really sudden, and, how to care? What's the matter?

This is one of them.

The second is, what can these death messengers who are similar to the world order do for him?

Even though he had a great relationship with that person, this kind of thing sounded cool, but if it was just a pointless waste of time, then Charles Ke would not be sensitive - he didn't know about it before, anyway.

"You usually just need to take the time to listen to our work report, and when you encounter some questions about death, about supernatural people interfering with the order, you also need to make a decision, and then we will carry it out, which is not very difficult."

Without asking, Tessa opened her mouth to explain.

"And if you don't want to manage that, we won't bother you except in some major situations."

She seemed to mean something when she said this, and Charles had a vague understanding.

Does this mean that he only needs to be a mascot?

If you think about it carefully, this is also normal, after all, the gang of Grim Reapers, who have not had a leader for thousands of years, naturally have their own rules for the operation of their work - I am afraid that if there is suddenly an extra "boss", they will feel uncomfortable.

This was a relief to Charles.

But the Grim Reapers' words weren't finished.

"We can't interfere in any of the events of the human world." The black female Grim Reaper on the other side said: "We can't help you deal with any enemies, but we have the most convenient information in the world, and we will be your most powerful eyes and ears if you need it." ”

"Intelligence?"

"That's right, death is everywhere, we are everywhere. Humans, angels, demons, and even monsters, few of us will be perceived. ”

Charles pondered.

It sounds good to be able to get such a big convenience without having to do any work, but is there a sense of "hush money" in it?

The Grim Reapers, who don't want to get involved in the management of the Death Order themselves?

He didn't have time to think anymore before the black female Grim Reaper threw a stack of documents from afar—not that it was rude, but that she would be burned if she got close to Charles.

"Here's what you need before, about heaven and hell."

Charles couldn't help but glance at the other party after taking it, didn't say anything, opened the stack of papers and immediately looked at it.

This is a stack of information about the angels of heaven, including the heavenly hierarchy, the angels' forces that oversee the earth, the names of each angel, and their abilities.

If this stack of things is placed in ordinary human society, even in the United States, which is known for its freedom of speech, it is estimated that it will only be treated as film and television materials, but if it is placed in the circle of some supernatural abilities, it is tantamount to shocking secrets.

"Teleportation, long-distance teleportation ......"

Looking at the messages describing the angel's abilities, Charles's eyes gradually changed.

"Resurrect humans? Heal? No fear of physical injury? The five senses are as sharp as superman? An irresistible mental drive? ”

"How many billions of years have all angels existed since the beginning of the world, when the ocean enveloped the earth? Is it so exaggerated? ”

The more I looked at the Charles, the more surprised I became.

Is this still the weak chicken angel in the unit drama in his memory?

Shouldn't the angels in this all roll up their sleeves and fight with humans and fight with the demon wheel fist?

Why does it look so good right now?

If nothing else, the mere fear of physical harm was enough to give him a headache. And if you add the above description, you can't be harmed by any human wizard's curse.

"Spirit attacks are ineffective, and physical damage can't be killed?"

I feel like this is a bit perverted.

Thankfully, he was somewhat comforted by the few weaknesses that had been recorded since then.

For example, one of the most obvious is that the true body of an angel cannot exist on the earth for a long time, and can only act in the skin of a human being.

And this kind of skin instead of walking on the real body has been greatly weakened.

"Thankfully, it's nerfed, otherwise I'd still be playing with an egg."

Muttering, Charles inexplicably thought of the two Winchester brothers.

How did they fight against this being?

But the thought of using a certain boring existence written by the two brothers relieved Charles.

Don't think about it, it's a pure, real protagonist aura.

……

When he was flipping through the information, the two female gods of death in front of him kept looking at him carefully, and at the same time secretly worried in their hearts.

Charles guessed correctly, they really didn't want the person in front of them to rashly participate in the management of the Grim Reaper, after all, the world order that had been running for thousands of years could not be completely understood and perfectly controlled by a human necromancer, and the end of blind mixing was estimated to be miserable.

And if it really comes to that time, it can't be their gang of bitter haha soldiers wiping their butts?

If it were possible, the Grim Reaper would never admit the identity of the leader in front of them, although the last cooperation was a pleasure, but this is fundamentally a matter of two meanings.

However, the real boss who was locked in the cage spoke, and they couldn't help but listen.

"Did this order have another meaning, or did the one who found it so interesting to make the decision?" The two Grim Reapers, who were wrestling with this issue at the moment.

If it means something else, that's fine, but if it's just fun......

It is said that although he has been locked in a cage for many years, the legend says that he has a very strange personality, and he seems to be very casual and indifferent to everything......

They had a lot on their minds, and the surroundings fell silent for a while, and soon after, seeing Charles looking through it, the female god of death Tessa couldn't help but say, "Do you have any orders that need to be given?" ”

"If you give me an order......," Charles thought for a moment, and said, "Please help me find the most complete information on monsters in the United States and where they gather, and notify me if you see a demon, wherever you are." ”

After that, he thought for a moment and asked, "What's in trouble with you?" ”

He felt that taking the benefits of these Grim Reapers, he should have somewhat reciprocated - although it might not be necessary, the Death Knight's orders were one thing, and his own view of things was another.

"If you have the time, there are a few places in the United States where you may need to visit in person, those souls who have been on earth for countless years have completely sunk, we can't touch them, but they can interfere with the rules in a sense, to us, they are like cancer cells on the earth, so ......"

Charles nodded, and then suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

The ability of the Book of Roots is to parse supernatural creatures into seeds, so are the ghosts of this world supernatural creatures?

"After looking for the information, tell me the location by the way, and I will go when I have time."

With that said, Charles was ready to find a place to experiment with whether modern technology could be brought into the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, but there was still a problem in the meantime.

"Do you know where my car is?"

"That nightmare beast is still down the mountain, and we've hidden it while you're away, and no one has found it."

"Okay, thanks."

Charles nodded at them, and then left decisively with his swag bag.

……

The young man walked fast, watching his back disappear into the forest, and Tessa's tone was full of doubt.

"What the hell is that person thinking? We didn't know the new boss at all. ”

"Time will lead us to get acquainted with him." The black female Grim Reaper replied, "And he doesn't seem to bother with us." ”

Saying that, the two glanced at each other, glad and a little depressed.

……

Charles didn't know what the two were talking behind their backs, but he walked down the mountain road to the back of the road, and saw that the black Dodge was still parked at the bottom of the mountain.

Facing the approaching Charr, its engine suddenly starts, and the horn beeps twice in response to the roar.

"If I couldn't hear you screaming, I thought you were welcoming me."

Muttering, ignoring the noisy roar of the car, he opened the door, took out the Nokia in the passenger seat, and then ran back into the woods.

Soon after, he returned disappointed, his face rather depressed.

"Sure enough, it doesn't work."

"Because you don't belong to this world?"

"No way, magic items don't belong to this world, they can also be brought in."

"What's the limit? Some kind of world will? Or a shuttle door? ”

Everything is an unsolved mystery, and Charles feels that further experimentation may be needed on this point.

For example, take apart various technological products and try to assemble them with parts, or simply take some simple drawings that can be made in the Middle Ages, or simply memorize the drawings in your head, etc......

"Things need to be done one by one."

Thinking about it, he sat back in the driver's seat, turned on his phone, and several voice message prompts came into view.

……

"We saw your car in the small town of Rosslyn, but we couldn't find you, where are you in Shire? By the way, have you seen that group of things in the mountains behind the town? Oh my God, it's terrifying. ”

……

"Charles, I'm Sam, please call back when you hear a message, I, uh, we may need your help......"

……

"Hey Charles, Sam is missing, if you see him, remember to give me a call."

……

"Charles, Charles, wherever you are, if you hear this message, please call me back, Sam is seriously injured, if you are able, please help us!"

……

I kept listening to the messages on my mobile phone, and the last one showed the time in the early hours of this morning, more than three hours from now.

The black Dodge drove slowly on the cold road, his hands on the steering wheel, Charles thoughtful.

"Of course there is a way, but unfortunately you can't wait for me."

It wasn't perfunctory, he was in Indiana at the time, far away from South Dakota, where they were, at least a day's journey.

In this case, if Sam is really seriously injured, it is beyond the reach of the whip.

In this regard, Charles actually has a way to reach it in an instant - his wings have the ability to call the Sacrifice Descending, which can appear on the other side of the world from a long distance, even across the country, but the death toll required is quite large, and Charles will not be able to find it for a while.

"Besides, although I don't have much of an impression, your brother probably won't die this time."

He muttered, but Charles was still ready to go to South Dakota—he had rented a house not far from Bobby Sr.'s house, and he didn't go to his temporary home, and there was nowhere else to go.

……

With the unhurried driving of cars on the road, in this modern society, Charles thought that there would be no more accidents until he reached his destination. Soon after, however, the young man in the driver's seat suddenly listened with a puzzled face.

A faint sound of conversation wafted inexplicably from the sky above his head and came into his ears, and the voice was spoken in a peculiar language that he had not remembered in the slightest, but strangely enough, he could understand it.

The voice is only one sentence.

"I followed the Grim Reaper and found the necromancer who cast the spell."

……

"Necromancer? Say me again? ”

As the young man was thinking this, another subtle voice appeared, the source as if it came from outside the sky.

"Good, kill him."

Hearing this, Charles couldn't help but be stunned.

However, before he could react, the Dodge underneath him, which did not need his control, turned a corner from the road down the hill and drove into another road.

A fat black man in a black suit immediately came into view, standing quietly in the middle of the cedar highway a few hundred meters away, and showed a sneer in the direction of Shire.

At first glance, the other party has a bald and round face, dark skin, a slightly bulging belly covered by a gray shirt and black suit, and his feet are standing there in black leather shoes, and the whole person looks nothing special.

But the hint of the True Eye made Charles frown.

"What a coincidence......