"Sam and Dean did go to Sugartown."

...

When Bobby said this on his phone, Charles was throwing his previous set of clothes into the washing machine.

“It’s located near Indianapolis, far away from here.”

"Did you say it was performing any task?"

"Sam had a dream that his brother shot someone, and they thought something was wrong..." As he said, Bobby said helplessly: "Shar, if you are going to Polis, please pay attention to them. I couldn't call before."

"Okay." Charles responded. After hanging up the phone, he turned to look at the black-haired Death sitting in the living room.

"It seems this is another plot mission."

Thinking of this, he put on the cover of the washing machine, returned to the living room, and sat on the sofa opposite the female god of death.

The other party was changing the station with the remote control, glanced at Charles in white sportswear, and praised: "From the appearance of human beings, you are the kind of beautiful one."

Shire was stunned when he heard this. "I think you are a little inappropriate in words, and it's useless to flatter."

"We use the word beauty to praise all the good things in the world, and the same goes for praise of humanity." The female god of death whispered: "And this is not a compliment."

"Okay, thank you then." Charles responded, and after tearing a bag of instant tea and soaking it, he raised his eyes and asked, "What's the name?"

It wasn't until now that he remembered to ask about this.

"You can call me Tessa."

The female god of death named Tessa said, put down the remote control, looked at Charles and returned to the topic, "Asazel used devilish means to influence the humans in a whole town to become evil. He has succeeded, but we are never willing to be able to get those souls that should not belong to hell. So I hope you can help us."

...

Now is half an hour after the crossroads failed to summon the demon. Shire felt that standing in the wilderness and talking about transactions was a bit stupid, so he invited the female Death, who looked like a human woman, who actually didn't know what race it was, to return to the rental house to study the details.

On the way, the other party had already briefly said what she wanted Charles to help, and now, the formal explanation began.

So Charles put down the teacup in his hand and asked, "How to help?"

"I hope that before those souls fall into hell, you can use your quick method to block the contaminated soul seal so that we can slowly cleanse the pollutants in their souls and prevent them from going to hell."

Tessa said, clenching her hands on her knees, and said angrily: "We shouldn't have participated in any human incidents, but Azazel took the lead in breaking the rules and using cheating to force those souls. We cannot ignore it."

"Why don't you do it yourself?" Charles asked.

He didn't believe that these death spokespersons themselves did not have the power to intercept Hu, and they had to ask him, a necromancer of unknown origin, for help.

However, the female death god in front of him affirmed this: "We can only guide our souls, but cannot interfere. Moreover, the souls of heaven and hell will be directly attracted to the places they should go. Only ordinary souls who cannot go to heaven and will not go to hell will be guided by us."

After hearing this, Charles was speechless, thinking for a moment, and said, "So you can actually do nothing. I hope I can help you intercept all the nearly thousand souls?"

"We can delay time." The other party replied: "Normal after such souls appear, they will rise or fall within an hour, but we can delay them for about five hours."

"There are too many, probably not enough," Shire replied.

"It's not enough, but we will do our best," said the female death god bit her lip. "I hope you can help us save them with all our might."

Seeing the other party's annoyed look, Charles felt that things should not be that simple.

These gods of death probably have been "bullied" like this before, but because of some strange rules, they have always "dare to be angry but not speak out".

Until this time, there were too many souls, and they happened to meet a suitable candidate like Charles...

"But who told me to have a need for you..."

Thinking secretly, he couldn't help but think of another question.

"You said, how many demons can there be sent to massacre?"

“Not less than five.” Tessa replied: “But no more than ten, Azazle doesn’t have that much power to use.”

"Five people can massacre a town with a thousand people?"

"Special means can."

"Okay," Charles thought for a moment, feeling that this matter was actually not difficult for him, and with the temptation of the demon, he nodded and said, "Then it's time for us to talk about the issue of compensation."

...

"There is no real king in hell now. A demon named Alastair controls the transformation of new souls into demons, while Azazel controls the largest force in hell, but he rarely walks around hell.

The one who controls the soul transaction is a female demon named Lilith, who is the first human transformed by Lucifer."

"The Crowley who you traded with was actually her assistant, being in charge of the intersection business, and in human terms, he was a supervisor."

"The main ones are the three demon forces in hell, but in addition to this, there are several other princes of hell and the knights of hell. But they have basically disappeared, and the only one who is still active is Azazel."

...

After breathing a sigh of relief, Tessa continued to tell: "God has been missing for a long time. The current administrator of heaven is Michael, and his younger brother Raphael, who is his assistant. Below them are seventeen seraphs and tens of thousands of ordinary angels."

"The angels are powerful, but they rarely move around the earth. Excluding the one who was attracted to you not long ago, I have only seen two angels within three hundred years."

"Are you attracted by me?" Charles raised his eyebrows.

"That's right." Tessa explained: "Although the forces of heaven do not come to Earth often, the supervision here has never been relaxed. Your method of purifying demons is very similar to the power of angels."

"So it attracted angels?"

"Yes. I guess they might have regarded you as a Naphili. But since the angel didn't do anything to you, your suspicion should have been ruled out."

Speaking, Tessa added: "Naphilis are angels and humans, and they are born evil."

Charles nodded thoughtfully.

"As for us? We are order."

"The order of death?"

"Yes," Tessa replied. "There is also a real place of death, the underworld."

"You might think that good people will go to heaven and bad people will go to hell, but most of the world are ordinary people who are neither good nor bad. Where do their souls belong?"

Shire didn't know, and the other party didn't expect him to know. He paused and started to answer.

"This is the main task of ours, guiding this part of the soul into the underworld."

"How do you judge whether it is a good person or a bad person?"

"It depends on what you did." Tessa replied: "The rules only look at the results, not the process."

"So even a big bad guy can go to heaven if he does good things?"

"If he is bad, how could he go to heaven? There is no rule that can deceive the world. After death, your entire life will become a bargaining chip to measure the return of your soul."

Charles understood. "That is, if he is a bad person by nature but has not done bad things in his life, then he is still good?"

"It's basically that," Tessa nodded: "There are still many details, but I think you shouldn't be interested in those."

Charles did not answer. The other party ended the topic.

"These are the general information you want. I don't have the permission to retrieve the specific information yet, and I need you to help us complete this matter before I can hand it over to you. Sorry, please understand."

Shire had no objection to this. In fact, if the other party could tell him this now, he would be satisfied.

Of course, these are actually just general information, and there is nothing worth keeping confidential. The remaining specific, angel and demonic methods are classified documents, so of course it is impossible to hand them over at will.

“It doesn’t sound too complicated…”

Thinking of all this, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"who?"

"Hello, is Charles?"

A female voice came from outside the door: "We are your neighbor Mills's house. My name is Jody, and my husband Collins."
Chapter completed!