The heat flow after absorbing the angels kept surging from behind, and the road outside the window with the light from the corner of his eyes was swept by rapidly.

Sitting in the co-pilot of Aston Martin in a bright red car, Charles felt the continuous flow of power in his body without any attention.

Of course, he did not put the middle-aged witch who was driving beside him, who was a little reluctant to speak.

But two cards in your hand.

...

"Boy, we have many friends, please let go of your mind, otherwise you will be in trouble sooner or later."

The kind old man in a gray sweater sealed on the dark blue card in front of him seemed not kind at all at this moment. He stared fiercely at the face outside the card, holding his hands in the picture frame, and constantly threatening his mouth.

In the past, the soul sealed by the card has always been still. The current situation that can move and see the situation outside surprised Charles a little.

"Sorry, my child, the old man has a bad temper."

Just as he was thinking about it, he was stuck in another card on his thumb, and the old silver-haired woman begged: "We just took a look at it on the roadside, but we had no idea about you, and we had never seen you before, and we could not say hatred. Why are you arresting us? Please let us go quickly."

"What do you want him to do? Wife, wait. He will take the initiative to let us go in no time."

The silver-haired old man in the card shouted, looking straightforward.

However, Charles had no favoritism for them.

"What is the best piece of food on people?" he asked.

"Of course it's the heart/kidney."

The two of them answered without thinking. After saying that, they became a little reminiscent.

After a moment of silence, the silver-haired old man said casually: "Isn't it because I have little knowledge? It's no big deal. Many old friends have this hobby. The best food in the world is human flesh."

"That's right, so if you want to try it, we can actually teach you. Of course, if you are taboo about this, then we will definitely not eat people in the future. We can swear..." the old lady said cautiously.

"Or tell you where we have a place to hide our treasures?" Another card had a temptation tone.

"Artifacts, holy objects? Or all kinds of ancient magical knowledge? I can tell you wherever the remains of Valhalla are. Believe me, you can't even imagine that there is a lot of wealth there."

"Shut up, dead man, do you want Odin to kill you?"

"That's what he wants to have, and I want to say that Odin himself can't protect..."

...

No matter how the two of them muttered, Charles did not answer their interest. However, he was curious about the information they represented behind them.

"It seems that these two are from Nordic gods, Odin..."

Thinking of this, Charles was not in a hurry to kill them, but he was not in a hurry to ask.

Finally, he glanced at the two nagging old couples. He took out his wallet and inserted the two cards into the wallet compartment.

So the old man's scolding and the old woman's begging were all blocked by the cortex, and the voice seemed muffled and weak like a mosquito.

"You can imagine how boring it would be to lock it up there."

Seeing this from the corner of his eye, the middle-aged witch who was driving pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled.

She tried hard to make herself seem common, but unfortunately her hands holding the steering wheel tightly exposed her inner tension.

This guy looks like a completely harmless young man, but in fact, she has seen with her own eyes how horrible this guy is.

Not to mention anything else, the ability to turn a person or god into a card by raising your hand alone has already shocked Fiona. Not to mention the weird and exaggerated necromancer spell.

She was not sure if she would anger him in a certain sentence when she communicated with this person, and then she was treated by the old couple.

"But, isn't that what I hope for? A powerful necromancer..."

He secretly cheered up himself up. The middle-aged witch, who had not been nervous for a long time, had her heart beat faster and she was pretending to ask casually.

"So, after you arrive in Louisville, you're ready to do it..."

Before she could finish her words, Charles interrupted her.

"Stop selling lawsuits, say, what do you want me to do for you? And what can you give me."

Fiona, who was interrupted, was not angry but happy when she heard this.

She was asking Charles for help, but she didn't know how to speak for a while.

Now that I’m fine, this person’s meaning is clear. Helping is not impossible, but it takes a price.

However, she doesn't care about the price or not, she only cares whether this person can take action.

"How much do you know about witches?" she asked hurriedly.

"A special spell casting group?" Shire didn't pay much attention to this, but he still knew a little by relying on the information of the gods of death.

"There are witches who make deals with the hell demons to borrow power, witches who are born with superpowers, and witches who are acquired. I only know these three categories."

"It's not so much a hell demon, but rather a hell." Fiona corrected: "The contract demon is only responsible for signing the contract. What gives the transaction party the benefits is actually the power of the entire hell. If it's just a demon, hehe, you've seen their strength."

"So, does this have something to do with your request?"

"Yes." Fiona said: "The witches are actually divided into many factions, Cromwell, Vodou, gang witches, etc. I belong to the witches of Salem."

"Our lineage was originally a natural witch, but hundreds of years ago, because of something, the leader at that time made a deal with the hell demon in order to gain more powerful power."

"You know, hehe, it's never a good end to dealing with the demon. Although this greatly increases the power of the leader, the price is that she cannot use any magic to continue her life. And this fate will continue to extend to every Salem Witch leader."

Hearing this, Charles speculated: "So, do you want to regret it too? Then summon the demon to cancel the transaction?"

"No, our transaction is different from normal contract transactions." Fiona lights a cigarette while driving, then whispers in a cold voice: "No demon will come to collect our lives at some time. What kills us is a kind of power, a kind of power called a super witch. Of course, it is more like a curse than power."

"It will strengthen itself in our bodies, and then transfer into other witches after you can't meet some of its requirements, and the witches abandoned by it will only die slowly, never exception."

"I have the ability to force this curse source out, but I need the help of a powerful necromancer."

“What kind of help?”

"Make me a place full of death without any vitality." Fiona held the steering wheel and said in a low tone: "Only in this environment can I guarantee that it will not escape, and then, you need to help me get rid of this thing."

Death zone?

When Charles heard this word, he subconsciously thought of a spell he had learned but almost forgot about it - the Land of Death.

The ability of this spell is very consistent with this person's requirements.

but……

"How strong is that thing?"

"It's always weaker than an angel." Fiona replied: "And it's a soul body in a sense. The soul that the necromancer is most restrained is, isn't it?"

This is true.

When Charles heard this, he didn't say anything, then thought for a while and asked, "What can you give?"

It’s not that he is profit-oriented, but that he doesn’t know him at all. He is not that noble because he takes risks for a stranger for free.

Fiona did not answer immediately, but repeated: "I need you to kill all the lives in the range."

"It's all, whether it's earthworms buried in the soil, flowers and seedlings growing, or even various microorganisms within a certain range of underground."

She didn't ask if she could beat her, because Charles had proved her own strength.

It's just that his combat effectiveness does not mean that he can do this.

That kind of special magic is not possible for ordinary necromancers.

"Of course, what can you give?" Charles asked again, not impatient.

Hearing this words of affirmation, Fiona's hands, holding the steering wheel, tightened unconsciously, and felt ecstatic. But then hesitated.

Regarding the issue of remuneration, she has thought about money and wealth, various rare treasures, and even herself.

But in front of this person, these things seem to be impossible to say at all.
Chapter completed!