The chaos that occurred in this remote town of Pita continued until midnight before it basically stabilized.

The citizens affected by the mockery marks woke up one after another under the influence of the church's divine arts, and then were both upset about their own actions, but this could not stop the breeding of many hatreds.

However, under the ease of the church, there was no turmoil, at least not on the surface.

"The police station sent a report that there were not many casualties last night, with three people killed and 27 people injured."

In the prayer room of the church, a white-clothed deacon reported to the bishop of Ossey: "The property damage caused is still counted in the municipal government, but we are not inconvenient to ask more about it."

"Does the Necromancer have no clues?" The gentle voice could not hide Ossey's slightly sharp eyes, but then he showed a hint of disappointment.

Because the other party shook his head.

"Continue to follow up." Bishop Ossi sighed.

The other party nodded, and then said again: "Also, a young nun from our nun disappeared last night, and a kitchen chef was also missing like her. I suspect someone took the opportunity to make trouble."

"Little nun? What's the name?"

"Anne Anne Collanceton."

Hearing this name, the bishop was stunned, and then his brows became tight, "Where is the kitchen kitchen helper? What's the special place?"

"We're still looking at it."

"Focus on it." The bishop reminded.

The deacon nodded and then said goodbye and left.

Seeing the other party leave, Worthy's complex expression was complicated.

Thinking of the senior management's advice a few months ago and the promise that the boy voluntarily promised, the girl is now missing...

He couldn't help but sigh.

...

As a golden light shook by, the old woman in a secret room somewhere in the King's Tower suddenly disappeared.

As the person who monitors Anne, this woman pretending to be a chef actually doesn't have much strength. After all, it's not something that anyone can do if she is lurking in the church for a long time.

There are certainly many conveniences to have strength, but it is easier to be exposed under the noses of the church.

Charles believed that it was not the only one who was monitoring him. But his speed was very fast and he didn't ask others to have any reaction time, so he didn't know how many of them were.

Slowly touching the golden ring in his hand, "looking at" the target who had just been included in it and was still unconscious in the mist, Charles narrowed his eyes, then put the golden ring in his hand back to the original bracket position, and then walked away from the treasure secret room with confidence.

The Ring of the Time and Space Angel is a treasure, but there is no so-called recognition of the master, which means that any spellcaster can use it.

It’s just that in this world, there are no spellcasters.

The premise of this spellcaster is to awaken spirituality and be strong to a certain extent.

So, if you put this thing here, Charles is not afraid that it will be stolen and used by others.

After leaving the secret room of the King's Tower, he instructed the two soldiers guarding the gate for a few words. Charles then stepped down and came to the bedroom next to his study.

After pushing the door open, a sleeping little girl came into her eyes.

The bedroom space is not very large, but because Charles lived here for a while a long time ago, there is still a basic configuration.

At this moment, the girl was lying on the bed, wearing white and fluffy skin and bedding, and her delicate and small face frowned at the moment, as if she had dreamed of something painful.

On her forehead, the floating little angel still existed, but it appeared in another world, which seemed to make it a little unacceptable, with a look of desolation. When she saw Charles coming in, she just opened her eyes, with a confused and unfamiliar expression.

Shire is no longer Wuxia Amon, so he knows what this thing is.

It is a special existence formed by the bloodlines condensed in the body of a high-level spell caster. It has a certain spirituality, but it cannot be called a living creature, and it has no memory at all.

In other words, the monk Zachry, who planted this little angel, possessed some kind of angel blood.

It can absorb surrounding light elements 24 hours a day and then convert them into some special means to nourish the host.

But if it is normal, the "survival" time of this little thing will not last more than 72 hours.

The reason why it can live so long now is that when it is in the church in Pita City, the monks and nuns there often use corresponding methods to continue.

When it comes to another world, it naturally has no possibility of supplementing. If you don’t do anything, it will disappear soon.

Charles was not afraid of this thing disappearing, because when he came in, he had already used a spell he had obtained before to suppress the cursed power in Anne's body.

After he ran to the main world to collect some related things, the girl's body would not be a curse but a special magical thing could naturally be driven away.

...

Sitting at the head of the bed, looking at Anne's sleeping look. Charles did not disturb her, but picked up a book and started reading it.

At this moment, the sky was dim outside and the sun was about to set. The light in the study room would naturally not be very bright. However, the special physique would not stop Charles from reading.

He actually didn't have much thought of reading books. He was just waiting quietly, waiting for the little girl who was unconscious due to the spell to wake up.

...

Time passed slowly. I don’t know how long it took. After feeling a gaze looking at him, Char decisively closed the book in his hand and looked up. The girl lying on the bed had turned her head toward him with a slightly confused look.

"What? You can't recognize your brother." Facing this little guy, Charles rarely smiled.

However, the girl just blinked and then closed her eyes again with a little difficulty.

She thought she was dreaming.

Charles was a little helpless about this, so he reached out and poked the girl with his fingers, barely a little fat in the cheek.

The closed blue eyes suddenly opened, and the slightly messy chestnut hair blocked the view. The girl lying on the pillow subconsciously reached out and pulled it away, then blinked, and her pupils gradually condensed.

"Brother...brother?"

The soft and subtle voice was weak and unaudible. The girl hurriedly stood up and looked at Charles, as if she was very happy, but she was also full of strangeness and timidity.

She looked at Charles, but subconsciously avoided Charles' gaze. However, she did not completely escape, but just lowered her head slightly and spoke in a hesitant tone.

"Are you here to pick me up?"

She seemed very careful.

Even if the cheerful child is not seen for several months, he will feel strange, not to mention that Anne is not very cheerful.

Charles didn't care about her restraint, but smiled and leaned close to her forehead and pushed her small nose.

"Of course."
Chapter completed!