The two of them were angry and walked upstairs with heavy footsteps. In response, the "stepmother" and "brother" downstairs could be reminded of how fierce arguing was about to happen.

However, in fact, when the two entered a study room on the second floor, the fat Count, who had just been angry, suddenly restrained his expression, ignored Charles behind him, ran to the wall of the study room, squatted down and poked for a while, then took out a bottle of lilac potion from the secret wall.

He turned around and came to Charles, and raised his hand to him.

"Drink?"

"Why?" Charles asked boredly.

"If you don't want to be affected by this irritability," Fat Earl said seriously: "You'd better listen to me."

Shir gritted his teeth when he heard this.

Although he was irritable inside, he still had rationality and thinking instinct. Although the Eye of Real is unable to be used because of the cooling, there is no need to cheat him in the person in front of him.

And the meaning in his words is already very clear - there are traces of this kind of irritability!

So after staring at the small purple bottle in the other person's hand for a moment, Charles took it decisively, unscrewed the lid and raised his head and drank it all.

The smell like wind essential oil filled the entire taste buds, and then a coolness burst out from the mouth in an instant.

The coolness blew by, from top to bottom, the boredom that made people scratch their heads was swept away as if they had been washed away.

The irritable expression on Charle's face gradually calmed down. He stood at the door of the study room, thinking about some of the words he had just said, he coughed unconsciously, then changed the subject and asked, "What is this?"

"The tranquility potion produced by the Sisters of Meditation is specially used to treat all mental illnesses." The fat Count replied. Seeing that his face was sound, he turned around and walked to the chair behind the desk and sat on it.

Then he looked at Charles, raised his hand and loosened his collar. He said angrily: "Because of your special condition, I won't be as familiar with you, you uneducated bastard!"

He had just saved himself, so Charles did not care about his swear words, but stood at the desk and asked: "What is that state?"

"It can be called a body-extinction reaction." said the fat Count: "Your spirit should not match your body at all, right?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Size, width and height, it means that anyway."

"This..." Thinking of his "three meters high" spirit body, Charles couldn't help but nod.

"It's not a good thing to exceed the standard of spirits." Seeing this, the fat Count sighed: "I encountered it several times in my early years. I felt very uncomfortable, and I survived it with this potion."

"So I can only drink this thing all the time?" Shire frowned.

He actually wanted to ask why there is no such messy question in the shuttle door world, but it is not easy to say this.

"No need. When you advance next time, you will naturally relieve this hidden danger." As he said, the fat Count asked curiously: "What did you choose in the church? Why did the spirit body rise so quickly?"

"It's the Sagittarius of Light." Charles replied.

No one knows his identity as a necromancer, and his promotion to the church naturally cannot be hidden. After he comes back, he said it was a remote profession, which Bishop Feligi suggested that he say to others.

Fat Earl obviously didn't believe his answer, but this matter was about the church, so after humming a few times, he didn't ask much, and tactfully changed the topic: "About the matter tomorrow..."

"I won't go." Charles decisively refused him.

He felt that he would be better off waiting until tomorrow afternoon to cool down, and then run to the evil forces to see if he was still out of sync with the normal world at that time.

Then enter the world of ice and fire to understand what happened after he left.

There are so many things, but I don’t have the heart to pay attention to the boring question of whether my younger brother is bullied or not.

By the way, it's hard not to be bullied with his personality?

While muttering, the fat Count on the opposite side ignored his attitude and said to himself: "According to my doubts, some special things may happen tomorrow's party. You can take care of him, otherwise it would be too dangerous for your brother to be alone."

"Then don't just tell him to go?" Charles was puzzled: "And what am I going to do? Give him a head?"

Even though I knew there was shit underground, I had to step on it. How stupid I had to do this. The person in front of me didn't look like a fool.

"I have to know what they are going to do." Fat Earl explained, coughing dryly: "Since you know what I am doing, you should be able to think about how important information is to us. Maybe a little detail can affect the overall situation. Of course, I just doubt it, and I am not sure."

Shire was silent when he heard this.

This cheap father was an openly minister of the Finance Department, but in secret, he was actually an underground party. He was in the stage of conspiring to "usurp the throne". He already knew this through the fate card, but he just didn't take it seriously.

"Don't go." Charles still refused.

"Why?"

Charles said why you want to go? I don’t want to get involved in this kind of power struggle, but on the surface he said helplessly: “I’m actually very naughty, but I can’t guarantee that I can take care of him.”

Hearing that he said, the fat Count couldn't help but shake his head and looked at him seriously.

"Maybe you can't feel it yourself, but I think the change in Peeta City has given you a lot during this period. Although you really don't have much strength, I have great confidence in you. Go, I believe in you."

"I don't believe in myself." Shire immediately said, "I don't have confidence in myself."

After this, the fat count, who was sighing, looked choked, then coughed, glared and said, "Don't make a fuss, since you can get the attention of the church, there must be something you can do."

Shire didn't answer, just shrugged.

Seeing this, the other party said, "Although I don't know what kind of thing you are a bastard is worthy of attention from the church, no matter what, this is a good thing. After all, you are my eldest son... Maybe I had some misunderstandings about you before, but now you can reform yourself..."

The other party began to talk endlessly, but Charles had only two words about it - hehe.

He admitted that he had to live here for some time to wait for the church to decide to come down. He also believed that the bottle of potion just now solved his troubles.

But these are not enough to make Charles foolishly get involved in this game of throne-although this person is serious, but who knows whether he has hidden anything?

How many places are there for "scammers"?

Don’t think that the other party can’t do this. A few months ago, he called his own son “his” to be used as bait.

He didn't say anything, but his expression and attitude had already shown everything, so the fat Count was finally helpless.

"Well, since you're so ignorant, I have only one choice."

As he spoke, his face was full of reluctance, and Charles couldn't help but be alert to this.

"What's the meaning?"

Without answering, the fat Count got up from the chair, walked to the side wall, and raised his hand to pick up a one-handed sword he hung there.

Then he looked at Charles, and after he threw a sword flower clumsily, he held the sword in front of him and said a spell in his mouth.

Then, the long sword made of fine steel suddenly rippled with blue irregular arcs, and slight electric sounds appeared in the study room.

With a satisfied smile at this, the fat Count looked at Charles with a serious look on his face.

"If you go, I will give you this sword. How about it? It's cool to take it out with the primary thunder and lightning enchantment."

...

He looked at the long sword with a light blue arc, and then looked at the fat Count with serious faces.

Shire was speechless.

What is this? Is it a fool?

Shaking his head, he turned around and left. "If there is nothing to do, I'll leave first."

"Wait!"

Seeing him leaving as soon as he said he would leave, the fat Count quickly waved to him, "This is not satisfied, there is another one, you can wait!"

Next?

Charles couldn't help but feel a little interested. After turning to look at him, he saw the other party take out a black flintlock rifle from the drawer in the study room.

"This gun is also attached with primary lightning enchantment. Whether it is the gun body or the bullet, it is very powerful. In addition, the barrel..."

The fat Count was talking endlessly, while Charles touched his chin thoughtfully and thought of another question.

"There are a lot of good things in this study?"

Didn't notice the strange look in front of him, the fat Count looked at Charles with anticipation after finishing his speech: "What do you think?"

"Forget it." Shire replied after hearing this: "I think this gun is not as good as the long sword just now."

In the current era, guns are loading slowly, and a bullet is required to fire a shot, and their power is not very high. In a sense, it is really not as good as the crossbows that have been developed and improved over the years.

So Charles is not very interested in this.

The fat Count gritted his teeth at this: "I don't want this and that, then what do you want?"

"I want nothing." Charles replied, but halfway through his words, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and glanced at the two weapons on the table. He pondered: "But if you can tell me the enchantment method of making such weapons, I can consider it."

"no!"

"If it doesn't work, forget it." Charles just mentioned it casually, and was not disappointed when he heard it. He turned around and was about to leave again.

But he was still stopped by the fat Count.

Then under the strange gaze of Charles, the other party thought for a while with embarrassment, and finally gritted his teeth: "Okay, the deal is done!"

When he spoke, his face was full of flesh and Charles was surprised.

"Have you ever asked me to go? What the hell does he want to do?"

After looking at the other person suspiciously for a few seconds, he thought about it, but he didn't bother with anything more. After saying a word, he called him tomorrow, and turned around and left the place.

After a slight sound of closing the door, the study room fell into silence.

There was no one outside the four sides, and the fat count who was sitting on the chair slowly retracted his face. After smashing it, he sighed: "This guy, it would have been better if he had been so cunning."
Chapter completed!