Main world, Livervet Street residence.

After leaving the world of Songs of Ice and Fire, the first thing that greeted him was not the servant or the housekeeper, but the stuffy air around him.

The altar in the narrow brown wood storage room was burning quietly, and wind blew in. The door and glass window behind him were all closed tightly. When he was in it, a dull feeling arose.

However, Charles has basically gotten used to this during this period. After all, it is a personal habit to spend ten days here, except for eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

Placed at hand is a large book called "General History of the World", which is usually used as a pastime, and at the edge, a silver flintlock rifle is quietly placed.

This gun was purchased by Charles in a watch shop with the crossbow. He originally planned to use the gun to solve a certain problem, but after thinking about it, this flintlock rifle was hard to load and the bullet was not as powerful as a crossbow.

So the last thing he brought in was a crossbow.

"It would be great if there was a revolver, but unfortunately it hasn't reached that point yet..."

Talking to himself, Charles looked down at the empty palm.

He sighed.

The scepter was indeed unable to be taken into reality.

He had expected this before leaving because he vaguely realized that the thing was very closely connected with the world of ice and fire.

Or, that should be something unique there - there is no church of the Seven Gods in the main world.

It’s just that the scepter cannot be taken out, and the special pattern on the palm of the hand does not appear, it’s quite depressing - the scepter is an external object after all, but the seven gods’ mark is from him.

Shaking his head, Charles didn't think about it.

In the world of ice and fire, the long journey has begun again.

Ed said that he had to reach the north before Carlin Bay was taken away, otherwise it would be very troublesome later. Shire did not comment on this, but instead began to think about the issues he had been thinking about before leaving.

"The so-called human beings are really a large number of deaths? The second shuttle door is opened by one third..."

"What is the remaining two-thirds?" Charles carefully recalled the American drama in his memory and had some vague guesses.

"Dragon? White Walker? Or something else?"

"That scepter shows that it is artificial, who created it?"

"Most scepter abilities are only valid for believers of the Seven Gods. What about the authority of death that appears on the scepter? Is there such a restriction? In a sense, it is a straitor in the nest?"

"It's a pity that the Real Eye has not been charged, and I can't see it now..."

Sitting cross-legged in this storage room, constantly thinking about all this, mainly because of the progress of the shuttle door. Charles felt that it was time to take the initiative to do something.

Historical data were destroyed, and the scepter was not expected to be able to figure it out, but he could still get in touch with dragons, White Walkers, or some supernatural things.

Just want to contact...

Thinking and summarizing and experiencing your new strength, time passed by a night without realizing it.

The next day, the 11th day after the altar was placed, Charles was hesitating whether he should go to the church to ask about the progress of something. As a result, just after breakfast, the monk Ossi brought people to visit.

He immediately arranged a servant to guard him, and then rushed to receive him.

After a long time not seeing him, the monk still looked gentle. As soon as he sat on the sofa, he stood up to introduce the other two beside him to Charles.

"This is Monk Zachry, the master sent by the church to guide Bishop Charles." As he said that, the monk blinked at Charles.

So Charles knew it and shook hands with the monk who looked no different from the middle-aged man in his forties: "Hello Monk Zachary, I am Charleston."

The middle-aged monk smiled at him: "I know your father?"

Charles was stunned when he heard this, but the monk Ossi was introducing another person who came here at this time, so he temporarily suppressed his mind.

"This is Miss Connie, and the assistant of Monk Zachary."

Charles also greeted the young woman who seemed to be a few years older than him, and then several people sat down. He couldn't help but look at the middle-aged monk who looked quite kind.

"What the monk just said?"

"Your father?" Zachary smiled and said, "Yes, I know him, that cunning old guy, but he did a lot of headaches."

Charles was a little confused.

The original owner had no other impression of his cheap father, except for reprimanding and "mediating".

After a few greetings, seeing that they did not speak on their own initiative, Charles asked tactfully: "Is the monk here about the notebook?"

"Yes, I told Mr. Zachry about your situation, and he suggested coming here to find you." Mr. Ossi nodded and said, "He has some questions about the situation of that notebook."

"No hurry." Seeing him finishing, Zachary said, "I heard you need help? Take me first."

This guy was quite happy, so Charles quickly got up.

Monk Ossi and the assistant named Connie didn't seem to go up, so he took Zachary upstairs alone.

"I heard you hired a fire wizard to steal the fire of life?" Zachary asked

"That person does say it's the fire of life, but I don't know what it is." Charles replied: "He said something about the red furnace and the like, and there is still a 12-day limit."

"Spiritual stealing? Most people dare not practice this spell, and there are not many who can practice it. It seems that the person who casts the spell is quite brave."

"He seems to be true, but I don't know much about him. He paid for hiring at an exchange in Peeta." Charles answered cautiously.

After hearing this, the monk said nothing, followed Shire into the storage room, looked at it a few times, and nodded: "Dangerous spell, but very effective."

As he said that, he swung his sleeves and extinguished the quietly burning red candle. A faint sound of air extraction sounded, but no other situation occurred.

Then the monk turned around and walked towards the girl's room without any guidance.

Shire hurriedly followed him, and when he saw that he had clear goals, he couldn't help but secretly amaze him.

"Tracking? Relying on spirituality?"

The girl's room was a few steps away from here, and in a few breaths, they came to the door. Open the door and walked into it, and Anne's sleepy look came into her eyes.

Since the spell came into effect, the girl has been in a state of deep sleep, without having to eat, and without any excretion problems. She seemed to have become a puppet, but her even breathing and occasional mumbling and talking in her sleep made Charles sure that this person was just asleep - although it took a while.

The room screen ripples with the wind, and the fragrance of daffodils placed in front of the window sways faintly around the tip of the nose. The freshness is naturally relaxing.

The monk walked to the bed, looked down at it for a moment, and reached out to touch the girl's forehead, and saw him bit his thumb and gently pressing the girl's forehead while the sleeping girl was on the verge of blood-colored fingerprints appeared.

Then, when his thumb left, the blood stains of his fingerprints gathered inexplicably, and eventually turned into a thorny cross pattern, flashing white light and hiding away.

The monk looked at Charles.

"Okay, she is safe for the time being, we can do the serious business."

"That's all." Charles looked at him, a little confused.

Can a fingerprint replace the so-called spirit stealing technique to maintain the survival of a girl? It feels a bit unreliable...

Zachary smiled and nodded, then pointed at the girl.

So Charles turned around and saw a short figure appeared on the girl's forehead at some point!

The figure is surprisingly small, just the size of a fingernail, the cute small face is exquisite and smooth, the white robe, the naked feet are flashing behind it.

It floated around the girl's forehead, and the white light fell off from her wings, continuously integrating into the girl's body, making the girl's originally unnatural face slowly rosy.

Angel?

Charles couldn't help but open his mouth.
Chapter completed!