"Mr. Cranston, you really don't stop at all."

……

The police force, who had just left not long ago, set foot in the house for the second time, and the bald policeman in the lead said this with disgust.

Before the change, Charles might have had a few words with him, but now he didn't have the heart to do so, and his mind kept repeating the words and deeds of the old butler before he committed suicide.

"Regrets? What did he mean by that? Why did Earl Cranston regret it? ”

"If this series of things was planned by the old housekeeper, then why are these police officers also full of prejudice against me?"

"The police, or is there a compliment behind it?"

"The gun was loaded, and it was stuffed, and he was ready to kill himself!"

"Why?"

Countless questions kept coming to the bottom of his mind, so much so that Charles looked so absent-minded, and after the police asked a few questions, they didn't answer them anymore.

The old butler was clearly suicidal, in every sense of the word. The cause of the suicide may be related to the Charles, but they did not find any evidence.

But there is no need to dwell too much on this, because in their eyes, Charles, who is targeted by the Church, is basically like a dead man—unless he really has nothing to do.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, the police left with the corpse in tow, and Charles kept all the doubts in his heart and began to clean up the house that had been turned over.

The process was difficult and time-consuming, and as a noble reservist, he should have had many servants to serve, but unfortunately, he was not very qualified in terms of financial resources and status.

In the past, there was a housekeeper to help, but now that this matter has come out, even the only "own person" has been lost, and now in this house, except for him, there is only the timid and shy little girl.

He can't count on a little girl to do the manual work for him, right?

"Maybe I'm here to suffer?"

Dragging the mop against the brown-black wooden floor, the thought crossed Charles' mind.

It seems that he didn't encounter anything good after he possessed the body, first became a murderer at the scene of the murder, and then ran into the world behind the shuttle door in a panic, and was whipped to doubt his life, and finally relied on the black magic that he learned and sold to get out of trouble, and was almost strangled to death.

In the end, he escaped with all his might, and was looked down upon by the arrogant police, and finally suddenly found out that the housekeeper who should have been loyal turned out to be a two-five boy, and according to his words, Charles's cheap father is very likely to be the mastermind who murdered him?

Why this is happening, he has no time to think about it, because he is currently facing the most important problem - how to escape the sanction of the church?

"If I hadn't learned the spell in that note, there might have been room for relaxation, but I just cultivated......"

"It is said that the church has special methods for detecting black magic, maybe my body is already full of darkness now?"

"Confess everything? Say someone framed? But who would believe it, as soon as the old housekeeper committed suicide, there was no proof of death at all, and there must have been a lot of backhands left behind him......"

Thinking so, Charles was a little desperate.

Run away?

Where can you go?

The Holy Church is a world-class behemoth, and it is not safe to run anywhere.

And there are spellcasters in this world, and if you want to find a person, you can probably do it casually.

Besides, there is also the "father" behind him who wants to kill him for some unknown purpose, and the Cranston family behind him.

Although he is only an earl, old Cranston is the chancellor of the kingdom, and his influence in the kingdom of Turin is not comparable to that of a cat or a dog.

In the end, Charles couldn't help but look at himself, but there was nothing else in his eyes except for a bitter "mopping aunt".

"Why didn't that Eye of Knowing react?"

"Can only be in effect in the world behind the door?"

"Well, I'm not even sure if escaping into that post-gate world is viable."

He was irritated by this.

Without the Eye of Knowledge, Charles could not perceive anything related to the "Shuttle Gate", which made him wonder if what had happened to him was delusional.

However, the lingua franca of Westeros in his mind and the memories of his spell casting were very clear now.

"Trying to escape? Muddle? Or take it one step at a time? ”

All kinds of ideas in his mind were entangled and messed up with each other, and for a while, Charles, who had always had ideas, didn't know what to do.

Although he has accepted most of the memories of the original owner, this world is still strange to the Charles.

Unaccompanied, isolated, and unfamiliar.

"It's better for the earth."

Full of pessimism, he finished mopping the floor, tidying up the messy house back to normal, dragging his tired body to walk in the corridor to the bathroom, he was about to take a bath and then go back to rest, but the corner of his clothes was pulled by someone, and when he looked back, he couldn't help but wonder a little.

"What's wrong, Annie?"

But it turned out to be his timid and cheap sister, dressed in pink pajamas, holding a tattered bear, and her little hands only dared to pull it, and after Charles turned his head, she hurriedly shrank back.

Bear, Annie, the two ingredients mixed together reminded Charles of a certain game character in his previous life, but in comparison, the little girl in front of him was not violent at all, but looked sick.

The girl didn't know what Charles was thinking, but when she turned her head to look at her, she blinked at a noticeable speed, and her steps moved awkwardly close, as if she was running away at any moment.

She was very afraid of Charles, but for some reason she dared to appear in front of Charles, which made him a little curious.

Then, under Charles' probing gaze, the girl's little hand, shrunk behind the Ragdoll Bear, grabbed a stack of papers and handed it to him.

"I'm hiding in the bear, he ...... They didn't ...... Didn't find it. ”

"What is this?" Charles took it and asked casually. However, when there was no response, the girl hurried away.

This made him both helpless and sympathetic.

If he has an accident, this little guy doesn't know how to live, this kind of character ......

Shaking his head, he looked down, he didn't pay much attention to it, but when he saw the contents of the paper, his face quickly changed.

It's a stack of exercise papers!

A stack of scrap left over from the original owner's practice notebook for a spell!

According to the memory, this is a spell called the Curse of Pain, which is different from the bone resuscitation he cast, and requires preparation and learning the corresponding symbols in advance, so the original owner simply gave up this complex spell after only practicing it a few times, and instead studied the more "painful" skill of bone resuscitation.

The original owner of the thick branch gave up simply, but he didn't consider the problem of sweeping the tail, which is a big hidden danger, but he didn't expect to be put away by the girl.

Thankfully, that's what happened.

In less than a day, so much had happened, and Charles had apparently ignored it.

If it weren't for the girl......

Decidenatively put away the stack of paper and put it in his pocket, Charles was terrified. But after thinking about it, he calmed down again.

"Anyway, it's already suspected, whether there is such a thing or not, it doesn't seem to make a difference?"

"The difference is only the current one that has been caught, and the ...... that still needs to be verified"

Comforting himself, Charles shook his head, returned to the room and put away the stack of papers, he looked at the pile of keels placed next to the bed, and sighed faintly.

Originally, I was counting on this thing to "make a comeback", but now it seems that it can't survive the current difficulties, and it's uncertain whether my life can be saved.

Sighing, Charles lay on his back on the bed and prepared to rest, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he suddenly remembered something.

He got up, lit the kerosene lamp on the bedside table, and then walked out of the bedroom to the door of another bedroom not far away, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

There was no response, but Charles was not surprised.

"I remember you couldn't sleep without lights, so I brought you mine."

There was still no response, which made Charles sigh helplessly, and opened his mouth to say something, but his mood was chaotic because of the unknown tomorrow, and in the end he only held back a sentence.

"Put it at the door, remember to come out and get it."

With that, he shook his head and turned to leave.

It was only after a few minutes that the girl's bedroom quietly opened a little crack, and then a small hand reached out and carried the dim butter lamp in the doorway.

The door closed slightly, and a small, relaxing breath lingered and dissipated into the corridor air.