Although it is not custom-made, the slender and muscular figure still makes this Hugo Boss suit fit perfectly, straight and neat.

The neat and unmessy hairstyle of the London gentleman of the old era, combined with his blonde hair at the moment, looks particularly bookish.

On the whole, the guest who opened the door in front of him was both heroic and full of gentlemanly demeanor that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

"Is there something wrong?" A slightly magnetic voice came into my ears, and I looked a little confused.

Hearing this, Jessica hurriedly handed the things she was holding to the other party with both hands, and at the same time blushed: "This is your card, all fees have been deducted, sir, please take it." ”

"Thank you."

The other party smiled and was about to close the door, but Jessica mustered up the courage to interrupt him and quickly shoved a written note into the other party's hand.

"Here's my phone number."

The girl smiled shyly, and then she was not embarrassed to look at the other party's expression, and hurriedly turned away, her steps were short, and her heart was pounding.

"It's over, I seem to be in love with him."

"But I don't know who he really is."

"Whatever, I only want to be on him now."

"Will he call me?"

……

Walking in the hotel corridor, Jessica seemed absent-minded, and even almost bumped into a guest, and after apologizing in a panic, the other party politely said that it was okay.

She was relieved a little.

However, after such a fuss, the girl's boiling mood cooled down a little, and then she suddenly remembered a small detail that she had not paid attention to before.

There seemed to be someone else's voice in his room...... TV? “

……

The beautiful hotel waitress will be in a mess because of the appearance of a certain Yan dog. The person in question, Charles, didn't take this very seriously.

As soon as you put your hands together, a note with a phone number on it burned, and finally turned into black ash and fell to the ground. Footsteps in black leather shoes stepped on the brown carpet and walked towards the head of the bed in the room.

On the white hotel bed, there were several Victorian tuxedos and black trousers - Charles's preparations for returning to the Overworld in a few days.

On the placket of one of the sets of clothing, there are two silver-rimmed cards.

The card is square and upright, and it depicts an old couple, one of whom is drowsy, and the other is sighing.

As if hearing Charles's approaching footsteps, the old woman suddenly leaned on the "window" and begged loudly: "Child, let us go, it's really cruel to be trapped here, are you so cruel to the two old men." ”

"What are you begging him for?" Another card muttered, "This kid is a cold-blooded animal, didn't you notice?" ”

"He's not cold-blooded, he's just a little mistaken about us."

The silver-haired old woman said in an argument, when she suddenly found that "herself" had been picked up.

"I'm cold-blooded, he's right. I don't think there's any misunderstanding either. Charles's face looked a little like it was veiled through the cards, hazy and unclear, but his voice was very clear.

"At the same time, my request is simple, tell me Odin, and where his palace is, and I can consider letting you go."

"Why are we telling you?"

Before the old woman could speak, the card on her dress cried out.

"We don't trust you, and we don't believe you can really let us go. Unless you let us go first, then we'll tell you. ”

Charles only glanced at him.

"I don't mind killing you, and your wife is here anyway. Also, don't act like a victim, I'm clear about how many times you've eaten people. ”

Just as man eats wild beasts, so does God eat man. This is the natural law of the earth, and you can't attack us with this! ”

There seemed to be some truth in what he said, but unfortunately Charles completely ignored his thoughts, put down the card in his hand, picked up the shouting old man, and as soon as he raised his hand, the flames that had been stored before burst out of his fingertips.

He then began to bake the cards horizontally over the flames, as if he were sterilizing a scalpel.

"I'm curious how you're feeling right now."

"Of course it's hot, but—hell, my clothes! Damn human boy, you can't help me with this little trick! ”

He yelled so hard that it didn't take long for him to scream - his cardigan was on fire.

It looks eerie, like a painting in which a figure howls and jumps at the sudden appearance of a flame, but the painting itself has no effect.

The power of fate is wonderful, it imprisons and weaves spirits, but it does not hinder the penetration of other forces.

It's like an invisible cage that can be shattered by physical collisions.

But the other elements only penetrate and act on the spirits within.

It's like, magic or something else, can't touch the existence of fate at all.

This also creates some advantageous abilities for the Charles. For example, communicating with the spirits in the card, as well as now.

The silver-haired old man was half screaming and half scolding, and the old woman on the side also scolded after begging to no avail.

Charles watched as the card in his hand was roasted by flames, and his mind wondered how to use the card's characteristics to make the other party comply.

However, this scene did not last long, and had to come to an abrupt end when the door was knocked again.

"Who is it?" The young man frowned.

He put down the cards casually, covered them with clothes, got up and came to the door, and when he opened the door, a fair woman in a black suit and white shirt came into view.

The blonde hair is neatly combed behind the head, the light blue eyes are calm and focused, the facial features are exquisite, and the figure is tall.

"Are you called Charles? Or Charles. Cranston? ”

The elegant voice seemed interested, but the young man was not interested in this familiar greeting.

"Something?" He asked curiously. It seems that he doesn't bother to care about how this person knows his name.

This couldn't help but make the visitor's face stunned, and then a touching smile bloomed: "Don't you invite me in and sit?" It doesn't seem appropriate to talk here. ”

"It's a little inconvenient." Charles replied, "Let's talk about it here." ”

"Not a gentleman at all."

The slight affection that came from the appearance of the young man faded, and the slender brow furrowed slightly.

Although it is true that the file says that this Charles has a bad personality, it is difficult to associate the word rough man with his appearance, but now......

"Okay." Seeing that Charles just shrugged her shoulders without any concessions, she sighed, and then said with a straight face: "On behalf of my organization, I invite you to jointly explore the American underworld, unite American hunters, and save the American people from being violated by all ghosts." ”

Hearing this, Charles was stunned for a moment, and blinked a little confused, "So, who are you?" ”

Only then did he remember to ask this question, to which the man frowned even deeper, and then said, "My name is Tunny. Bevel, my organization is the recorder of all supernatural events in the world and the protector of humanity. Maybe you've probably heard of us. ”

The lady named Tuni said this with pride in her tone.

But Charles was at a loss.

"It's familiar." He said perfunctorily: "I'll think about it, thank you." ”

It's like treating a door-to-door insurance salesman. Then he ignored the other party's dark face because of this, and put his hands together and prepared to close the door.

"Maybe you should consider treating others with more respect, our contribution to humanity is the best in the world, and our power is so strong that even under our protection, there hasn't been a single monster murder in Britain in the last ten years—"

Before she could finish, the door slammed shut.

Tuni gritted her teeth at this situation.

……

If it were another time, Charles might have been interested in this one, but for the current Charles, they have already studied how to pit his sister with the creator of this world, but they don't have time to pay attention to this kind of local unknown forces.

Tunny. Bevel felt as if she was about to explode with anger, but she knew that getting angry for no reason here would not lead to anything, so she sneered and raised her voice slightly.

"It's a shame to refuse our kindness, maybe you can only let your men continue to be killed."

Her voice was a little sharp, which aroused the suspicious attention of an aunt who was mopping the floor not far away, and it was naturally impossible for the young man with keen five senses behind the door not to hear it.

Men?

Charles stopped as he was about to turn around and continue his business, then turned to open the door and looked at the young lady outside the door.

"Are you hunting the gods?"

He seemed to be just asking normally, but the vain and sharp eyes were impossible to ignore. Bevel panicked inexplicably.

Thinking of the series of videos of the other party's actions she saw yesterday, so that the original idea of being ready to hang his appetite also faded, she couldn't help but explain.

"We're not so stupid to provoke a necromancer before we even understand our target. Besides, the Grim Reaper is not so easy to target. Without certain interests, no one will trouble them. ”

"Who's that?"

"Maybe I'll tell you when you change your mind?" Turney chuckled, then turned to leave.

However, at this moment, she suddenly heard a snap of her fingers in her ear.

With magic?

I've been guarding against you for a long time!

As soon as she had this thought, her mind was dazed, her short-term memories were quickly confused, and her delicate face with light makeup became a little dull.