The steaming mist rippled around the body, faintly as if it gathered into a skeleton form, twisting its body to pounce forward. Due to the thick fog structure, the hideous fangs and sharp claws of the forelimbs looked fluffy and weird.

It was quietly sealed inside the card, with scarlet eyes staring at Charles, as if it could still see the target and emit a vicious look.

[The psychic card sealing a thousand-year-old hellhound spirit]

[A purifying magic is sealed in the card at the same time. After releasing the Hellhound, you can release the spell at the same time]

【Please note that this hellhound is controlled only by a specific demon, and at the same time, it is very hostile to you】

...

In the metallic silver-edged card, the black and gray hellhound was portrayed vividly, and the lines of explanatory text below made Charles know why this thing is so difficult to deal with, and he even felt it was a bit simple.

"Although it's very difficult, but... for a thousand years, this has really lived to a dog."

The overall time for Charles to gain strength was less than a year, or even less than half a year, so it is actually a bit incredible to see this "weak chicken" that has been around for thousands of years and a hundred years.

But thinking about it is actually normal. If you want to talk about lifespan, the King of Light he killed must have been more than ten thousand years.

"Time is not a measure of strength..." He sighed again as he murmured this sentence.

Overall, although it is not very difficult, it is just "not very good".

Although he was not hurt, his losses were not without.

For example, the resentment ring in the spirit body consumes a lot of resentment.

The same is true in terms of body capture and substitution, but the defense of spiritual attacks has changed from being able to block attacks at one level higher than one's own spiritual body to resisting attacks of the same level as one's own spiritual body.

You know, the same level can be ignored.

"If you get scratched again, you will probably be taught to be a human being."

Shire, sitting at the bar chair, murmured, and involuntarily began to think about replenishing resentment. However, after looking at the words "Thousand Years" recorded in the card, he felt relieved.

No matter what, getting a thousand-year-old antique is a reward.

"Just what can I do with it?"

Shire contemplates.

I took the risk and worked hard to get this card, but it seems that I can't use it...

Thinking of it, he couldn't help but look at Qiao beside him.

"Is there a spell that can control the Hellhound?"

At this moment, Joe was leaning against the bar and wiping his shotgun, and shrugged when he heard this: "Maybe you can ask my mom."

Obviously Charle asked the wrong person. Even a local hunter, novices Joe didn't understand these things at all.

In response, Charles opened his mouth and was about to say something else, but a greeting suddenly came from beside him.

"Hey, Shire."

He turned his head and saw a middle-aged hunter named Lunsfil sitting on a chair beside him.

"Hello, Rance." Charles nodded in response.

This hunter named Lunsfeld had run over to help him resist during the attack of the Hellhounds, but was knocked away, so Charles had a good impression of him.

"I have never encountered a magical hunter like you." Lunsfeld, who was sitting on the chair beside him, sighed: "Monsters, ghosts, and even evil gods, all kinds of enemies are always difficult to kill, but I think those who can't stop you at all. Hellhound! That's a hellhound, a demon's lackey, but it can't even hurt you."

Lunsfeld said, looking at Charles with a serious face, "I think you are our savior."

"A savior who smuggled?" Charles said half-jokingly: "Maybe when will your government be discovered and sent back to the country."

"Believe me, they are all idiots." The middle-aged hunter shrugged and then said seriously: "Can you give me a phone number? Shire, maybe we can keep in touch in the future."

"I haven't." Shire replied. "You should know, I haven't been here for long."

Lancefer was not surprised by this, so he took out a business card from his wallet.

"Okay, this is my number. If you need help, you can call me anytime."

"Thanks."

Charles nodded at him, and then the capable hunter stood up and left.

The Hellhound's matter has been temporarily resolved. After these people celebrated in the bar, they naturally need to go their own way.

He put his business card in his pocket, and Charles turned his head to look at Joe, just as he was about to continue the topic just now, but another female witch hunter came over again.

"Hi, handsome guy..."

...

There were more than a dozen hunters who stayed in the bar to help. They looked different, had different ages, and even had different skin colors. However, before leaving, everyone left a business card for Charles and was even more polite.

"It seems you are very popular." Looking at the last witch hunter pushing the door and leaving, Jo couldn't help looking at Charles.

"I think so." The young man raised his eyebrows.

"You were pointed at by them half a month ago."

"Isn't it the same yesterday?" Shire said dismissively: "People always have to accept new things."

He said, and a vague sound of conversation was heard in his ears, so he turned to see the Winchester brothers were asking face to face with the helper.

"It's not over yet?" Charles thought.

"I just went and listened, and they felt that simply blocking the Hellhound would not stop the contract execution. So they wanted to ask how Sean summoned the contract demon." Joe said, lowering his voice: "Then they hoped to summon the demon and ask him to take back the contract."

"Of course, they summoned the demons mainly to inquire about the situation of the other demon, you should know about this."

Touching his chin, Charles asked, "Arthur, there is no information yet?"

"Always staring at it," Joe replied.

Shire nodded.

Although the sloppy young man had strong computer skills, it was not that easy to track this supernatural monster - thanks to the fact that there must be a vision when the demon appeared, otherwise ordinary people would not notice any signs.

"It's fine if lightning and thunder are thunder, why does the demon die if it appears?"

As he mumbled, the chair next to him sat down again. Charles turned his head and looked at Dean, wearing a dark blue coat, and saw him in his eyes.

"Hey, Charles, we." After sitting down, the other party spoke in a little inhaled tone: "We, um, need your help."

He looked embarrassed.

"Demon?" Shire actually expected this.

"Yes, demon, we want to summon the demon to terminate the contract, but I'm not sure if normal means can coerce that thing, so..."

"No problem." Charles' answer was straightforward.

“When will you set out?”

It seemed that he didn't expect this person to agree so happily. Dean was stunned for a moment before he realized, and then hurriedly said, "Let's go tomorrow morning, we are going to Bobby to do this. Bobby Singer, a trustworthy retired hunter, and is also a good friend of Sam and me."

"Remember to call me." Charles nodded. So Dean breathed a sigh of relief. After chatting for a few more words, he hurried away - he was on his way tomorrow, and now he had to hurry up and find a place to rest.

Watching the other person's back disappear, Charle withdrew his gaze.

Although he was not interested in what they were doing now, Shire also needed to contact the demons in his original plan.

Instead of poking around by himself, it would be better to follow these people's butts, which would be safer, so he would be happy to help.

"Then we should consider "doing alone", including death, stepping stones, notes..."

As he thought about it, a man suddenly sat down next to him. Charles was a little helpless about this, looked up and found that this time it was the boss's wife Ellen.

"Thanks to you, Shire." After sitting down, she patted Shire's arm and said, "I apologize for my once suspicion."

"You have apologized, Ellen." Shire replied, adding secretly, "Besides, you are not suspicious of being wrong."

"I'm afraid you young people are cautious, so I'll say it again." Ellen said, smiling cheerfully at Charles.

"Also, thank you for helping me take care of Joe."

"You mean Philadelphia?"

He asked, glanced at the blonde girl who was sweeping the floor not far away - everyone was leaving, so naturally he needed to clean up.

"Of course, you know, she's just a rookie." Ellen said, and glanced at Joe, snorting coldly: "I want to flap my wings and fly away, but unfortunately I can't see clearly that my hair hasn't grown yet."

Shire blinked when he heard this.

Obviously, the mother and daughter are having a conflict again.

And the reason is self-evident.

"Joe is actually doing very well," he said: "And I think the more you control, the more unwilling Joe will be to be bound here. You will only backfire when you do this."

"I can see it." Ellen sighed when he heard this, with a slightly sad look on his face: "After her father left, Joe is my whole body, and I don't want to lose her again."

As she said that, she shook her head, put aside the topic, and then raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are you leaving?"

Shire was surprised when he heard this: "How do you know?"

"Joe told me that she found you searching for maps on Google."

Shire was embarrassed when he heard this, but nodded: "Yes."
To be continued...