“Valhalla?”

Hearing this word, the old silver-haired man in the card suddenly realized.

"That place, well, there are many treasures, and the people inside are not that interesting. They always fight and kill... No wonder Odin is the god of war, and the more he beats him, the happier he gets."

"I miss a fat pig there. I can't finish the meat on it. Unfortunately, we haven't been in for a long time since Odin closed it."

“So, where is it?”

Charles asked while walking down the iron ladder of the warehouse.

"Where? Well, I think about it..."

As he said this, the God of the Winter Solstice slowly rubbed his chin, but there was no reply for a long time.

Charles smiled at this and said casually that after you think about it slowly, you inserted this thing into your wallet again, ignoring the other party's yelling in anger.

...

Outside the warehouse where the Lamp God’s Lair is located is a remote street with few pedestrians around it, which is very deserted.

This trip has basically reached its final stage. Although it "captured" the Lamp God, it also needs to wait until the Book of Roots has been hatched before it can be tried.

Charbonne planned to take a taxi to a deserted sanatorium near the city to collect resentment, but seeing that the surroundings were too remote, he wisely sent someone a message.

So after a while, a bright red car drove over and stopped in front of him in a hurry.

"So, do you agree?"

The car window was lowered, and the slightly older witch poked her head out of the luxury car.

"Why refuse something that can be done with your own fingers?" Charles shrugged, then opened the car door and sat on it.

So after a while, the car ran out of the city excitedly.

Fiona's joy, who received the promise, could not hide her joy. Her trembling appearance seemed very excited when she smoked. The speed of the car under her also accelerated.

In response to this, Shael poured cold water and said: "But if what you said is different from the real strength of that thing, then I can't guarantee that I will help you again."

“It will only be weaker!”

Fiona answered confidently.

Maybe she has done some very detailed research, and she is just a collaborator.

Shire kept waiting and watching.

He promised this person's "deal", but he was not really interested in the so-called Salem witch, but because it was just a casual job as he said.

The death land that made this witch feel a headache, he could indeed make it out at will. If the super witch she mentioned was really a special soul that was weaker than an angel, then it would be a piece of cake for Charles, who had the death wings.

So, you can earn a group of witches easily, so why not do it?

No matter what the person driving beside him is thinking, for Charles, if this transaction goes well, it will be a waste of money.

If it doesn't go well, he has already made an agreement in advance, and he will have the final say whether to leave or stay at that time.

...

After a brief calm, seeing that the car had already left the city and headed towards the south of Louisville, the co-pilot Charles asked, "Is there any place required?"

"It's better to be a closed environment."

The witch replied, “There are many places like this in that nursing home.”

She said, looking at Charles with her head tilted.

She was a little curious about why this person went to the most haunted place in the United States, but she did not ask too much without authorization.

Instead, another point was mentioned.

"If you're looking for someone, maybe I can help."

When she was in that small town, Charles said she wanted to find a clerk, so she said so now.

However, Charles did not think that this person could find his target.

"Thank you, but even if heaven can't find that person, I don't think the witch can do it."

"Heaven?"

Fiona smiled faintly when she heard this: "Don't blame me for being too talkative, those so-called angels are more stupid than the other."

Shire was silent when he heard this.

This person may not be very strong, but he is very energetic. Shire can see that even when she is begging for herself, she still strives to maintain an equal attitude instead of being humble.

Charles admired this, so he became a little interested when he heard her say this.

"Metatron, if you can find him, I can do you an extra favor."

"Metatron? The clerk of God?"

It is obvious that Fiona had never heard of the legendary angel, "He has a connection with the Indians?"

"Yes." Shire replied: "But I only know these, I don't know if I have too many."

"If it were him, then I wouldn't be able to find it alone." The witch pondered: "But if I could summon the witch to gather for divination, then there would be a certain chance."

Shir raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"Assembly divination? What are the requirements?"

"There are not many requirements, it's just that there are a lot of witches needed." Fiona replied, then adding: "If you are interested, I can try to contact you, but the witches have always been unfair and I can't guarantee that they can really listen to me."

"If it works," Shire frowned and said, "they have to come if they don't come."

The meaning of this is already very obvious.

Fiona looked at him specifically and felt that although this person looked harmless on the outside, he was actually obviously an unreasonable guy.

But this matter is just a proposal for the time being, so she didn't say much next.

Without saying a word, the red car headed towards the hill where the sanatorium was located, Fiona was immersed in the plan to escape soon, while Charles kept thinking about his goal in this world.

After adapting this period of time, he has basically touched the evil forces thoroughly, and he is also basically familiar with the two high-end combat powers of angels and demons.

The rest is naturally to improve one's own strength and then find a suitable opportunity to contact the God of this world.

How to improve your strength?

The Hell Demon is currently ineffective against him. Even if he learns that special dream, it is not that effective immediately. When the monster hatches and projects it, it can only be treated as a soldier.

The same is true for clues about Valhalla in the wallet. It’s still possible to stare at them all in a mess, and the main idea is not to be placed on it.

Because even if Charles really finds the Temple of Valhalla in the mythological story, he may not be able to gain any real benefits from it.

The ability to convert souls into heroic spirits is probably just like his monster projection.

In this world, only angels can make him devote himself to it, whether it is because of interests or hatred.

Therefore, his current primary goal is to find Metatron.

Of course, he actually has another option, which is to find a stepping stone to advance to the undead, but this is not yet time.

He hasn't learned any of the many spells that can be learned at the throne level of the corpse.
Chapter completed!