The Corranston Manor in the early morning is like a revived ant nest. The servants with clear division of labor are busy and begin to serve the life of the queen.

Charles, who had not returned all night, thought he would be questioned, but strangely, when he stepped into the manor, he encountered a "cold reception".

No one asked where he went, and no one said anything extra except saying hello. Charles succeeded in "geting back" just like nothing happened.

After a little inquiry, he realized that Fat Earl had not returned overnight yesterday and had not returned yet.

“It is said to be because of yesterday’s workers’ strike parade.”

Regarding Shire's question, the meticulous old housekeeper stood at the entrance of the stairs and whispered: "There are a large number of spellcasters in the parade, intending to launch a sudden attack on the Dulin Taxation Bureau in the chaos."

"A lot?" Charles was a little strange to hear the word.

"Yes." The old housekeeper replied: "The number will not be less than 30 people."

“What did they attack the tax bureau?”

"I don't know." The old housekeeper shook his head: "But because one of the ice casters suddenly exposed their methods halfway, they didn't really succeed, and they were discovered by the guardian knights who noticed that they were wrong."

Shire thoughtful when he heard this.

Under normal circumstances, the church forces do not interfere in Dulin's government affairs, so even if there is a protest, they have no intention of getting involved. But when it involves the caster, they cannot ignore this matter.

This is the rule that Du Lin has been continuing since Jianguo.

And if you hear that right, the ice caster is talking about him, right?

Accidentally destroys a "terrorist attack?"

Although he felt a little ridiculous about this, Charles didn't pay much attention to this matter. He couldn't think about his own affairs at this moment, but he didn't have the intention to deal with any conspiracy and turmoil - even though those people seemed to have been cheated by him.

...

When Fat Earl was away, his fat lady never stayed in the manor for too long, and naturally disappeared now. However, the cheap brother was sitting in the living room reading books.

The weekend schedule here is similar to that of Charles's previous life, and the school is on holiday, so Allen did not go to school after having breakfast like before.

After saying hello to him, Charles ignored him, but returned to his bedroom and sat in a chair in front of the window to watch an enchantment book written by the fat Count.

There are many new spells after the promotion, but the main world is not a suitable place to practice. He is going to enter the shuttle door before talking about it.

Logically speaking, he was able to go in now, but tomorrow was the time for him to go to the church to report and engrave the holy marks. Since he did not intend to act rashly, Charles felt that he would make this matter easier and talk about it, and he would not be in a hurry anyway.

The enchanting method recorded in this book in his hand is different from the fire element enchanting spell he knew. This enchantment is permanent, or long-term, rather than just using it once.

Therefore, there are certain requirements for materials.

At the same time, the secret text it engraved is also very complicated, and the inscribed method cannot be engraved on paper, but instead uses an enchantment knife to contaminate special ones. Each element has distinctive ink, which is carefully carved with strokes.

In this way, after the enchantment is completed, you can instantly activate the magic effect on the attached objects after just touching them with a little spiritual power, so as to fight against enemies or assist them.

It was difficult and required a lot of practice. So Shire was still sufficient time. After reading for a while, he ran to the workbench of the dark room in a study room of Fat Earl and started practicing - this was approved by the other party after obtaining this book.

The whole day passed like this.

...

The next day, Charles got up early and greeted the tired Earl of Corlandston, who had just returned yesterday afternoon, and took a carriage to the church.

When the black leather carriage arrived at the edge of the white square in front of the Cathedral of St. Casso, it could only stop. Charles, wearing a tuxedo and black leather shoes, rarely put on a silk top hat that he had neglected for a long time, and then walked towards the magnificent cathedral.

However, halfway through the road, he suddenly discovered someone sitting on a bench under the angel statue in the center of the square. So he thought about it, and then he made a mistake and came to the other side.

"Good morning, Mr. Zachry." He took off his hat and held it in his hand, greeted him politely, and then sat beside him.

Hearing this, the other party turned to look at him, revealing a middle-aged man's face.

The brown-haired and blue-eyed face, with a plain face, and a slightly pale face in the sun showed a smile when she saw Charles: "Good morning, Charles, are you here to report?"

"Yes." Charles nodded and then asked, "The monk's face looks bad?"

"When using the magic technique, something went wrong."

Zachary replied, raising his hand and rubbing his temples while saying helplessly: "If you learn the magic technique that must be maintained forever in the future, remember to avoid being interrupted by external forces, otherwise your head will make you irritated as if it is about to explode."

While he was talking, he looked at Charles as if he was looking at a normal junior student, and he didn't seem to know the true meaning of the Son of the Gods.

But this is normal. If things are true, it is not a matter of openness and justice. The man in heaven cannot tell anyone casually.

Charles even felt that there would probably not be many people in the entire Dulin church who knew about this.

Many thoughts flashed through my mind, but Charles asked, "Is it because of Oliver Mountain the night before yesterday?"

"How did you know?"

The monk rubbed his temples and his wrists, his tone was strange.

"It's no secret, right?" Charles shrugged, "When I went out yesterday, there was a coachman talking about this. The dead people in the entire cemetery were resurrected and some other things ran out. This morning, I heard my maid worry that her grandfather would run back to the countryside to find her grandmother."

"Rumor, rumor." The monk coughed dryly when he heard this, and said a little embarrassedly: "There is no longer a bond between the living and the dead, and our Lord will not allow such a thing to happen. Let your maid rest assured. It is just that more than a dozen dead people were infected with death energy and have been settled by the purification team that is permanently stationed in the cemetery."

"That's it." Hearing that he said, Charles, the initiator, nodded in a clear way, and then gestured a cross on his chest: "Praise my Lord."

"Praise my Lord." The monk also acted solemnly. Then he changed the subject and said, "After reporting, he should have engraved the holy marks?"

"Yes." said Charles, "I was about to ask the monk, where should I go to engrave it."

"If it's normal, you should go to Master Sean." Zachary said: "But Master Sean has been sick these two days and cannot work, so he may ask you to find another Holy Mark Inscriber, but I don't know who it is."

"But don't worry, they will make arrangements for you after you go to the Gospel Department to report." He said, then suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "I almost forgot about your sister."

Shire actually came to him because of this. Seeing that he mentioned it on his own initiative, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Zachry said: "Solving the curse on the little girl needs to be done in a special occasion around Pita City. Attorney Woodley can help solve it while on a business trip. So we did not arrange for your sister to come to the royal city, but stayed in Pita City to wait. We were busy during this period and forgot to tell you."

"Didn't it mean that only if you have seen it, you can know the solution?" Shire was a little confused about this.

If I remember correctly, that was what I said at the time.

"Under normal circumstances," Zachary nodded: "But the Archbishop took time to perform a prophecy on your sister."

Shir knew what he said.

With this kind of strange spell, it is very convenient to do anything. And if it were really the prophecy performed by the strongest person in the Dulin Kingdom Church, there would probably be no mistake.

"This treatment is really good, a pity." While muttering, he chatted with the monk for a few more words on the surface, and finally put on a hat and said goodbye.

Go to report, then engrave the holy marks, and then enter the shuttle door.

Whether it is the resurrection of the gods or the conspiracy, it is all a bit of affair for him, and it is useless to think too much.

Only by strengthening strength is the fundamental.
Chapter completed!