"This newspaper's reporter severely accused this dangerous behavior of ignoring the safety of others for personal hobbies. Deputy Editor-in-Chief Logan called on the police stations of the U.S. to catch the scattered Dodge owner before the car did not cause much damage. We..."

After a few glances, Charles casually placed the newspaper on the table, then glanced out the window at the guys who were pointing at the hell beast around him.

Not only the web pages, but even the American newspaper today recorded the various supernatural phenomena caused by Charles on his way to Hell a few days ago - of course, the news publicly explained scientific, reasonable, not absurd.

So before he knew it, Charles, who was on the news, became the object of discussion among others.

However, compared to him, the black Dodge was even more curious, so at this moment, not only the Winchester brothers and Arthur, but even the angel got together to study it seriously, and I don’t know what he was studying.

"I attracted an angel, which would probably scare that thing."

Muttering, Charles looked down at the remaining time he had left here.

These people were preparing to hunt demons together, but Charles had never thought of getting involved with them, so he lied that someone asked him for help and would be ready to leave tomorrow morning.

But in fact, there is no need to go tomorrow morning. Soon after, Charles will leave here and return to the main world.

The Gate of Hell has come to an end. The world of evil forces is not at the moment. He is going to go to various haunted houses in the United States provided by the gods of death to replenish his resentment, and then analyze the monsters along the way.

"And if you remember correctly, there will be a secret party tomorrow... Do you want to go and have a look?"

Standing in front of the window, Shire was scanning the lower part without thinking for a long time, and was pulled away from this world by a feeling of hanging under his feet.

...

When my eyes turned dark, I opened my eyes again and returned to the sunny Corlandon Manor.

Although the time in the world of evil power is a bit confused because of the forest of death, every time the main world returns, it is basically the twilight moment when the sun is about to set, and now it is no exception.

After looking at the gorgeous scene outside the window, Charles did not hesitate much and opened the wardrobe and replaced the modern style of clothing on his body.

Then he walked towards the Fat Earl's study.

It is a very serious problem that the spirit body cannot continue to grow. Since Fat Earl has encountered something that the spirit body exceeds the standard before, will he have any understanding of it?

This kind of thing is not recorded in the memory of the bandage person, and his spiritual power does not seem to be high. In other words, he has always been in a normal state.

"Does it take to restore the original height before continuing? How to restore? Compression? It's a bit nonsense..."

Thinking of it vaguely, walking in the corridor on the second floor, with oil paintings hanging on both sides of the walls.

The servants in charge of the catering industry were busy on the first floor, while the servants in charge of cleaning discovered the existence of Charles. They did not dare to say anything to this arrogant young master except to say hello.

So Charles successfully came to the study where he drank the bottle of potion last time.

Earl Corranston has a lot of study, but since I found the potion here last time, if I have any relevant knowledge, I must have stored it here.

While the fat Count had not returned yet, Charles was about to scrutinize it carefully.

However, he had just walked past the desk in front of the bookshelf and before he could touch the bookshelf, a strange and clown-like sharp sound suddenly sounded, which scared Shire.

"Are there any password?"

He looked in the direction of the sound, and a light gray frog came into his eyes, the size of a palm, the skin was dull, and it was located in the gap in the bookshelf.

"Are there any password?"

After Shire looked over, the other party repeated the sentence again. Compared with other parts, the white cheeks were rounder and bulging, and it seemed no different from ordinary frogs, but...

"What command?" he couldn't help asking.

"The password to read books."

The frog stared at Charles with a pair of colorful eyes that looked like glass, as if he was wary of him.

"No password, I can't show it to you."

What the hell is this?

Shire was speechless.

The cooling of the Eye of Real has not been completed, and he cannot see clearly what species this thing is now.

Ancient demon, a bloodline extraordinary person, or a human being cursed into this way?

There were many speculations, but it was unexpected that Charles was not reckless. Who knew what this thing was? Don’t end up reading the book but was chased by a toad.

So he glanced at the other party, gave up the action, and slowly retreated under the frog's stare.

But just as Charles retreated to the door and opened the door, the toad lying in the crack of the bookshelf bulged again, and his tone was slightly soft.

"No password, a bottle of cheese is OK."

"..." Shire was speechless.

After turning his head and instructing the servants to bring the frog's needs, he successfully obtained the qualification to read books in this study.

Unfortunately, despite paying a certain "price", there is no knowledge he wants.

Even after reading for a long time, he couldn't find any books related to spell casting, and finally had to give up.

"only……"

Standing in front of the bookshelf, Charles frowned unconsciously, unconsciously.

There is a photo in the pages of this book.

An old black and white photo.

The simple photos are actually nothing, but the people in the photos have to pay attention to it.

It was a photo of a man and a woman. The man had brown hair and blue eyes, wearing neat gentleman's uniforms, and was handsome and handsome on the man.

Dulin's photo-taking posture is very common, but the one above...

Seeing the white female face on the top of the photo being rubbed by fingers, Charle frowned.

"This is your mother who suddenly disappeared after you were born."

A deep voice suddenly came from behind, interrupting Charle's contemplation. He quickly put the photo back into place with a guilty conscience, and then returned the book to the place before turning his head to look.

As expected, it was the Earl of Corlandston who arrived quietly.

At this moment, the other party looked like he had always been happy, and his expression looked very lonely.

"No letters were left, nor did I give me even a little verbal message or clue."

"So..." Charles thought.

"So get out of here, little brat, who allowed you to read my books!" The fat count cursed and his slightly sad expression suddenly stopped, and his expression of waving his hand and rushing to the point was full of impatientness.

“It’s it.”

Upon hearing this, Charles pointed to the gray toad with cheese marks on the corner of his mouth without hesitation. I don’t know where to hide the whole bottle of cheese, but he didn’t have time to completely destroy the traces.

So the fat Count was distracted, raised his hand to loosen his bow tie, and cursed with a black look on his face.

"I'm so blind. I'm asking you, this ugly thing, to help me keep the bookshelf!"

"I have a bad look and treat your son as you." The frog retorted righteously. While speaking, he stretched out his tough tongue to destroy the last trace of the corner of his mouth.

So no matter what the fat Count said afterwards, the weird frog blinked and pretended that he couldn't speak.

The angry Earl of Corinthon and the innocent frog with a "faced look" were absurd. After a few glances, Charles turned around and left tactfully.

Although curious about the frog, Charles was still thinking about the photo.

In fact, even if Fat Earl doesn't explain, Charles can guess who that person is.

So there is actually nothing to be surprised about in terms of identity. What Shir is strange is that he always feels that he seems a little familiar.

It was not the impression in the original owner's memory, but after he traveled through time.

"I seem to have seen her somewhere..."

Until he returned to his bedroom, Charles still thought about this question.
Chapter completed!