"What a strange dream."

As he ate breakfast, Charles was still pondering the long, tedious dream he had had last night.

When you are in a dream, the images that seem to be like the whole life are as clear and obvious as if you have experienced it yourself, but when you wake up, everything that has been in the dream for a long time becomes like a mosaic, and it is blurred everywhere.

All he remembers is that he seems to have become a woman? A woman who runs away from home for love and then practices black magic?

Similar to him?

"A woman with a sick brain?"

Secretly pondering, seeing the maid carrying breakfast to the girl's bedroom on the second floor, Charles thought about it, simply put down the tableware, and followed in.

When he entered the room, he noticed that the girl Anne's face was paler than before, and the simple greeting made her look out of breath, which made Charles even more worried.

After a brief conversation, he sent the butler to the Pita City Education Association to hire a bookmaker, while he returned to his study and began to look again.

"The Book of Ravia", "The Little Building in the Heart of the Lake", "The Full Moon on the 42nd Day", "The Secret Words of the Spirits", ......

There is not much to be found in various occult books, just some bizarre legends and gossip.

The scattered essay diaries are basically all kinds of poems that moan without illness, as well as some boring things about the weather and meals at that time.

Books on the occult are eye-opening, but they don't help the Charr in the slightest.

The housekeeper was resolute, and within half an hour, more than a dozen bookmakers came to his house one after another and walked into the study, and then began to read without pause.

There was strength in numbers, and that afternoon they had rummaged through all the books, but with little to gain, a bookmaker had found a clue in a book called "The Origin of the Koyle Man".

"Gondala's bloodline curse?"

Looking at the passage on the page that was highlighted by the ink marks, Charles frowned, "Does this mean that Anne has been cursed by the blood of the evil god?" Or is it a cult god? ”

Gondara is a legendary god of the Koyle who feeds on young human children, and the Shire don't know much about the fact that he is represented as a giant bull with demonic horns.

As for this bloodline curse, he had a certain impression of this when he possessed it, and it was only after he was told this that the original owner began to dislike Anne. It's just that he didn't care about it at the time, and when he remembered it again, it was already after the girl's body was weakening a while ago.

He consulted with Brother Woody of the Church for this reason, and the reply he received was very frustrating - "This bloodline curse can only be solved by finding the root of the curse and the liberation spell, and forcibly dispelling it with divine power will only destroy your sister together, because the curse has long been closely linked to her." ”

So Charles had to rely on secular medicine to see if it worked—and it turned out that it didn't.

But now, is it time to find the source of the curse?

"You said earlier that Miss Anne was from Tidetown before she was adopted, which is the gathering place of the Boyles of our county, and the legend of the Boyles has this message."

"So with that in mind, I went out of my way to look through this book that contains the myths of the Boyles, and I succeeded in finding this passage."

As he spoke, the calligrapher, who had a talent for detectives, added: "I think your aunt will not mark it casually, I think it is very likely." ”

"If you're absolutely sure of it." Another bookmaker shrugged.

They are just a group of ordinary people, and they don't know much about the caster class and all kinds of gods and ghosts, but after they came in, they were specially instructed by Charles, so they paid attention to this.

"Well, thank you."

All the books have been flipped through and there are no other clues. Charles could only think of a way with this possibility. However, even if he knew this, he seemed to be unable to do anything.

So after seeing off the group, Charles hurried out with the book in hand.

At present, the church is the only thing he can rely on.

"A necromancer who needs to rely on the Church to help him?"

Riding in the carriage, Charles found it funny.

From time travel to the present, the church has given a lot of help, but if the church knew the truth of the matter, what kind of expression would it have?

"I'm afraid it's light to give me a purification." Secretly awake, Charle sighed again.

No one likes to be tricked, especially if the power is unequal and they are a hostile class.

So if it's really exposed, the result can be imagined.

It's just, in the face of difficulties, what is this little problem?

Or, since it is unavoidable, can it be regarded as a new problem if it continues?

……

After getting out of the carriage, walking through the flat square, and entering the church, he found Brother Woodsy who was praying, and waited for him to finish his prayer, and Charles explained his intention simply and clearly.

"The Origin of the Koyle?" Looking down at the book he had received, the monk said in embarrassment, "Even if you find the root of this curse, this curse lurking in the bloodline is not so easy to unravel. You need to know where the curse originated, and you also need to know the sacrificial materials and procedures used by the caster, and then you can use ritual magic to break the curse in turn, which is not only time-consuming, but the person who presides over the ritual needs to have great power, otherwise it will be devoured by the evil gods. ”

"Who will qualify?"

"At least I can't." The monk said, "No one in Pita City can do it either. ”

Charles was silent.

So this is tantamount to a death sentence?

"You're lucky, though." Looking at Charles's gloomy expression, the monk suddenly laughed: "Bishop Charles will be promoted soon, and the church will inevitably send ushers to help at this time, and I can help you mention it then." ”

"Bishop Charles promoted?"

"That's right, after he is promoted, he will leave this small place in Pita City, and St. Say's Church will have a new bishop."

"By the way, the usher has other tasks besides helping the bishop to be promoted, so there may be some questions for you, so you need to be mentally prepared."

"What's the problem?" Charles was stunned for a moment, secretly vigilant.

"There's something very unpleasant about your missing notebook, well, it shouldn't affect you." The monk said, patting him on the arm.

"You have a lot of potential, no one will embarrass you, we are not like those kingdom departments here, always thinking about some detours." As he said this, the monk, who had always been mild-mannered, snorted softly, as if he was dissatisfied with what he had said.

"Well, I'm always available if needed." Charles replied.

What else can I say, this question that has been haunting him since he was possessed is simply annoying, but since it is unavoidable, it can only be persevered.

How else could it be? He didn't have a choice.

"If only I could hide in the world of ice and fire all the time." Walking out of the church and looking at the seemingly normal white buildings around him, but in fact they were full of "hostility", Charles suddenly flashed this thought.

It's just that he knows it's impossible. And if he had a choice, he might not really give up this mysterious world.

Not to mention, the spells in A Song of Ice and Fire are not a level of power system at all, and it is not something that Charles can be willing to give up.

The power of the Middle Ages is old and cumbersome, and the effect is not necessarily strong.

And what about the power of this Acavia continent?

The contrast between the two is like a diesel engine, and the gap between it and the rickshaw is full of the atmosphere of the times and a sense of hierarchy.

Not at all on the level.

Moreover, the charge of the shuttle door must be expanded here, and after entering the door, it will only be consumed and cannot be replenished, which means that his golden finger must be rooted in this world and constantly absorb nutrients.

……

When he got home, Charles glanced at the girl's bedroom, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, so after returning to the bedroom, he decisively summoned the shuttle door to get in.

Although the monk promised to negotiate this issue on his behalf with some of the upcoming magnates, could the girl really make it to the church?

The monk didn't mention it, Charles didn't ask, but they knew it.