A group of playful children ran past him, and the immature and dirty faces made Robson smile subconsciously.

Thinking back then, it seems that he was born in the slums of a remote city in Dulin, and he frolicked with his friends like this when he was a child. But I remember correctly, because there were too many children in the family, when he was seven years old, his father sent him to a labor middleman, and then he turned into a child laborer through the mantel chimney.

If the trajectory of fate had not changed, he would probably have continued to do that dirty work until his body grew, and his body could not be built until he got into the chimney—although the foreman rarely fed them for this reason, and even if he avoided the fate of drilling the chimney all the time, he was destined to be unable to avoid the other, more tiring work.

But Robson was still looking forward to it.

It's just that who called him lucky? By chance, he won the favor of a passing necromancer, and directly transformed into a spellcaster above 10,000 people.

Although it is usually very scary to hide and hide, it is better than rotting and dying in the slums.

And now, he has become a strong man from above, and if he wants to, he can even play the role of his former teacher and change the fate of these young children......

Thinking about it, Robson was a little distracted, so that when he was tapped on the shoulder, he was so startled that he almost couldn't hold back and did it directly in front of the public - this is a necromancer's taboo!

Fortunately, he had good endurance, and after finding out that he was just a passerby, he endured it, but despite this, he did not have the slightest patience in the face of this guy who patted him on the shoulder for no reason.

"What for?"

Looking at this young man with neat blond hair, well-dressed, and obviously from a noble background, he asked with a displeased expression.

"It may be a bit presumptuous, but could you please help me give this bouquet to that beautiful lady?"

The young man asked vaguely and slightly embarrassed, gesturing to a young girl at the intersection of the road not far away. The voice seemed sincere.

"I just wanted to call those kids, but they were running too fast, and then I suddenly saw you, sir, ......"

It stands to reason that it is impossible for an adult to fail to catch up with a group of children, but as a royal city of Porso that is deeply influenced by the chauvinist gentleman culture, the decent people here pay attention to a slow and methodical approach, and they will not run stupidly in front of their sweethearts.

Robson didn't doubt it, but he wouldn't be so kind to help. Even looking at this handsome and sunny big boy, he inexplicably felt a sense of disgust in his heart.

This kind of aristocratic gentleman, who is born with more material conditions than others, and who stretches out his hands and eats to open his mouth, is so lucky compared to his own miserable fate?

Fate is really unfair.

The disgust in his heart gradually turned into a kind of malice, and after looking at the bouquet of flowers handed by the young man in front of him, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, then took it and looked down, and then returned it to the other party.

He shook his head sincerely, and said with a look of a passer-by: "You may have seen too much knights, not all ladies like to be given roses, that lady looks dignified and reserved, the first contact, I think she will prefer lilies." It is recommended that you go back and get another one. ”

"Really?" The young man blinked blankly, and after turning the roses in his hand, he looked sideways at the aristocratic lady who was buying newspapers with the newsboy on the street, pondered for a moment, and then said gratefully: "Thank you so much, I'll go back and replace them with lilies, but I don't know if I can catch up...... Ay. ”

"You're welcome, good luck." Robson replied, with a kind face.

However, as soon as the young man rushed away, the smile on his face immediately disappeared, and he turned to a sneer.

He had cast a special curse on the flower, and it would not be long before this well-born noble child would become a drooling idiot.

Just thinking about this scene made him feel an inexplicable pleasure of revenge.

……

"The necromancers of this world are really extreme."

Robson was obscene over there, and after turning a corner, the stupidity on his face disappeared, and after snorting coldly, he directly crushed the rose in his hand that had been planted with a spiritual curse and threw it on the side of the road.

Curses, or most spells, are based on the strength of their spirits. And as a psychic at the same level as the bandage man, Rosenbu's spirit level is naturally not low. However, compared to the Charles, it is still a little less interesting.

Not to mention that Charles still has the shadows of the ten resentful spirits.

It has been proven that except for the powerhouses at the same level as the sixth ring of the church, the strength of the Charr's spirit body is now no less than that of the spellcasters of other levels.

With this advantage, although his body is very fragile, he can actually directly surprise and kill that Robson without being counterattacked. It's just that Charles isn't sure he can really pull his soul out.

The suction of Deathwing is so strong that even the angelic soul that has existed for hundreds of millions of years cannot break free at close range, but angels and necromancers are not the same.

In other words, the world is different, and the ability cannot be confused.

Not to mention all the other spells, as far as the means of escape were concerned, Charles knew that Robson had an ability that he could not stop at all—to use the warping gap to escape in an instant.

Just as the bandage man once escaped from Zachary's grasp, so can this Robson.

This is not a spell that has been passed down from generation to generation, but rather a unique right that is naturally granted by the gap as a caster who has opened a distorted gap.

The Bandage Man and Robson were among the casters who opened the gap with their own hands.

They only need to move their minds to get out of danger in an instant, which is much more convenient than the crystal necklace that the church gave to Charles.

No matter how strong the suction of Charr's wings is, no matter how fast they are, they can't be faster than the thought of others.

Although he hadn't tried it, Charles was very suspicious that even if he used a large number of souls to bind his "body and mind", he might not be able to stop this unique ability that relied on teleportation from the outside world.

Because the twisted gap is too mysterious and too weird.

"So you need to outwit."

After glancing down at the gold-rimmed card in his hand, Charles pondered for a moment, then put it away, and called a carriage himself, heading in the direction of the church.

With the presence of the True Eye, he did not doubt that he could be mistaken, so there must be something wrong with the Vice-Archbishop of the Church.

Of course, even if there is a problem, Charles can't be stupid to tell the truth, so not to mention the question of whether anyone believes it, it is not a good thing to startle the snake.

Others, including the Earl of Cranston, could not have cared much about him, but as the girl he had seen for the first time in the world, as the only sister who had been with him in his early days when he was lonely, Charles could not afford to ignore it.

So he was going to figure out what they were planning.

"If I write to Anne now and tell her to escape......" Inside the rickety carriage, Charles muttered about the feasibility of this, but he then gave up.

A little girl, where can she hide if she is helpless?

And if there is really a conspiracy against her, then it is estimated that there are already many enemies around her.

If nothing else, just what was written in the last letter, at this time Charles recalled it, and found something.

"I should have rushed over as soon as possible." He thought to himself.

It's just that he can't help but think again, even if he rushes over, if he is really targeted by an associate archbishop of the church, how can he deal with it?

Under normal circumstances, the ecclesiastical personnel at the level of the archbishop must be better than the management of the Friars sub-department like Zachary, who is already at the level of the fifth ring.

Knocking on the door of his head with a headache, Charles secretly felt troubled.

It happened too suddenly, and he couldn't come up with any brilliant ideas for a while, and he wasn't a Zhuge Liang existence.

But if he can't think of it, it doesn't mean that he doesn't know what to do, and if nothing else, it's necessary to ask himself how much time he has left.

And he's just going to do it right now.

……

The carriage swayed and finally came to the edge of the square outside the church of San Caso.

Although Charles was preoccupied and guarded a lot at the moment, he still seemed indifferent on the surface.

Stepping inside, he eventually found Zachary in a prayer room, meditating with the monks around him, and then asked his purpose.

"In a hurry?"

In response to his question, Brother Zachary tilted his head and comforted: "Don't worry, Bishop Woodley will officially set off after Peace Day, and by the way, I will help you solve your sister's curse problem." ”

Hearing this, Charles was stunned, and then nodded.

As a fairly important festival in Turin, the Peace Festival is only a few days away.

He used to think that the sooner the better, but now, he thinks the opposite.

The center of his mind was a flash of electricity, and finally Charles sighed.

"My strength is still not enough." He pondered this question silently, and then thought of the possibility of improving his strength the fastest at the moment.

Before, he didn't have much interest in trying because he wasn't in a hurry, but now he ......