In a conference room at the Witch School, the two sat face to face at a long table.

The phone in Charles's hand was voice-over.

"Sorry, I was careless. I didn't expect her to do it directly..."

"I'm here, it may be Washington here, I'm not sure."

Cassidio's always low voice came across from the phone, and it sounded like nothing was wrong.

"My energy is not very stable after being expelled, so I have to wait a few hours before I can get back, but don't worry, there will be no accidents, how about you there?"

...

After saying a few words, he hung up the phone, and then Charles looked at the witch Fiona sitting opposite him.

"So, it was because of summoning the witches that you provoked those people just now?" he asked.

"Yes." Fiona replied, sneering: "And it's right, I have some personal grudges with her. I used to be a special identity, so she couldn't do anything to me. Now..."

Shaking her head, she didn't continue talking.

The incident of being beaten to the door was overwhelmed by Charles' unexpected suppression. Both the leading witch and other members of the witch board left in a hurry not long ago.

After the other party briefly told, Charles already knew that the so-called Witch Council was an organization in which Salem's system participated in all witch class management on a daily basis.

The witch assembly is a semi-official organization of witches all over the world, and has the responsibility to supervise all witches.

It means the relationship between the Senate and the Senate.

"Luckily, after this lesson, no one will come to cause trouble in the short term." Fiona loves smoking very much, and at this moment she can't help but vomit and squint her eyes at the same time.

"Unfortunately, after such a fuss, many of the witch friends we called had already stepped down."

When Charles heard this, he just nodded and said nothing.

First, he no longer cares about the witch's summoning this time. Second, although he can rely on the power of spiritual bodies to "run wildly", it is not so easy to deal with a global witch organization.

Or it is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and there is no need, so he didn't take any ruthless measures before - he is not really invincible, and Long Aotian and others can't be called him now.

"Not mentioning this for now." Seeing her resentment, Charles changed the subject and said, "I'm going to find that voodoo witch. When do you have time?"

"tomorrow?"

Fiona asked. Charles thought for a while and nodded.

"In fact, my relationship with the voodoo queen is not that...good." Fiona said hoarsely: "At the beginning, the Salem witches had a good relationship with the Vodoo, because we were still very fragile when we formed it, and it all depends on their teaching and protection. But, haha, time is a very interesting thing. The original allies have become hostile."

"It doesn't matter, I just want to find her and then find the God of Roya through her." Charles replied.

Seeing him calm, Fiona couldn't help but say, "I don't think we can find her anymore. If what you said before was true, those pagan gods..."

"Anyway, I need to go and see it." Charles also expected this.

In fact, even if he couldn't find it, he had nothing to care about. He looked for the gods of Voodoo because he wanted to find pagan gods on earth targeted them, and the reason he wanted to find pagan gods was that he was more interested in Odin and his Valhalla.

But it may not be necessary to say that there is such an urgent matter.

He is just interested. It is good to find it, but it doesn't matter if it can't be found.

In this world, there are only two things that make him more urgent, his own strength and the real world related to the shuttle door.

However, now all these two things have been relied on that God.

All you can do at this time is to wait for the one to be ready, and then talk about it, and solve some minor things by the way.

The pagan gods on Earth are secondary to Charles.

Obviously, as a very smart and experienced witch, Fiona noticed that Charles was not very concerned. She even noticed that the incident at the Witch Academy seemed to not attract this person's attention.

So much so that she couldn't figure out what the already mysterious necromancer was thinking.

So she took a breath of cigarette and spoke up and said, "We plan to continue recruiting witches tomorrow, but maybe-"

Before she finished speaking, she stopped abruptly, then frowned and looked at the door of the conference room not far away.

No movement was seen, but the door was suddenly opened. So as if it was not under force, four tall, fat and thin young witches rolled in at once.

"Ouch!"

"Run the door opens!"

"Ah-Qini, you crushed me to death!"

...

They might have been listening to the wall before, but they were hit by Fiona and fell to bite the dog. It looked quite interesting, but Fiona felt that she was very embarrassed about it.

"Cordelia has been teaching you this for so long? She doesn't understand the rules at all!"

She questioned sternly.

As a result, the one who had just gotten up from the ground and had a bad temper, and seemed to have a little celebration with her, immediately stared at her and refuted.

"We just passed by and didn't eavesdrop at all, so we were so arrogant."

However, her words were not convincing at all, because there were another beautiful black girl with a slightly panic-like words from her words.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let's go now!"

The two spoke at the same time, but the words were contrary.

Seeing this, Madison, who had just looked reasonable, couldn't help but look at him.

"Zoe, you actually betrayed me!?"

"I……"

"Enough!"

Fiona shouted with a dark face: "Get out of my sight, now, otherwise I wouldn't mind letting you taste the super witch's power!"

She seemed to be really angry, her chest was undulating rapidly, and she even stood up from the seat, so the four of them hurriedly surrounded and left. Even the thorn head didn't say much in disappointment.

Until the door was closed and after sitting down, he took a few sips of cigarettes, Fiona calmed down and said helplessly: "The witches were like this when they were young, and it was difficult to discipline them, so they made you laugh."

Shrugged, Charles didn't say much.

Although he didn't have a long time to get in touch, he felt that all these girls with witch blood had weird personalities, which were completely different from Dean Sam's American hunters.

In general, it's just a bit unreliable.

"Okay, it's time to talk about the serious matter. We agreed to help me solve the monster, and I'll give you the Salem lineage. That is to say, it's all your property. I've told my daughter that there will be no surprises. Although the people from the Council object, please rest assured, I will settle them."

Fiona didn't know what Charles was thinking. After taking the last sip of cigarette, he snatched it out. Then he looked at Charles and asked in his usual low voice: "I have completely sorted out the current status and property information of the Salem witch group. Do you want to take a look?"

Not very interested, but Charles thought it would be nice to see it, so he wanted to nod, but suddenly a sound came from his ears.

"Help...help..."

The hoarse male voice was completely unfamiliar, but it seemed to appear in the heart, which made Shire frown unconsciously.

"Who are you?"
Chapter completed!