The steamboat sailed slowly on the sea, and many sailors were busy and regular every day, and the same was true for several passengers on the boat.

The "dog" seemed to have been locked up for a long time, so he always stayed on the deck and refused to leave as soon as he was liberated. He did not return until the sun sets. However, he did not make trouble on the deck, and was even very quiet, shaking his head and getting along well with the sailors.

Connie is also the same as last time. She occasionally comes out and is mostly a "house girl" in the room. However, compared to last time, Charles knew that she was actually constantly practicing magic rituals.

Tianma's bloodline is good at running away and ritual magic, and this kind of ritual magic takes several days alone, and it also requires calculation of time and astrological signs, which is not the kind that Charles imagined in the past.

As for the last Zachary, he was not able to see the figure for several days, but unlike the last time he prepared the spell, this time he was healing.

The injuries the other party suffered on that isolated island had been bothering him, and every time he healed, he would close the door and not be disturbed by anyone, and he would not even care about eating.

Charles, who had the eye of reality, was very sure of this, and through that book, he already had some understanding of the church methods, rather than the unknown.

So on the way, on an inconspicuous night, he quickly summoned the shuttle door and crawled in.

It is still half a month away from Port Sain. Everyone is busy, so he can't be idle.

...

The army lined up along King's Avenue, and the horses stepped on the snow on the road, making messy creaking sounds, accompanied by the shouts of soldiers and the neighing of horses, making the team heading to the Great Wall of Desperateness seem quite lively.

The road under your feet spreads to the end of your sight. On one side are mountains standing with clouds and mist, and on the other side are dense forests and wastelands.

At this moment, they had already traveled most of the journey. Looking around, the hazy and towering Great Wall was vaguely caught in their eyes. Ice crystals were cast, from east to west, and the length that seemed to connect the two ends of the world was daunting.

Charle sat upright on the horse, holding the reins with both hands, and a thick purple book floated in front of him. He followed the team without raising his head. He let the horses go on their own and was not afraid of leaving the team at all.

His long and arduous journey career has improved rapidly, and at least, he is not afraid of falling off his behavior now.

And with guards around, there will be no other accidents.

Robb Stark followed him, staring at the road ahead, occasionally unable to help but look at Charles's floating book's automatic page turn, and was particularly curious about this "witchcraft".

At first, when they set off, this man was riding on the road like a normal person, but in two days he suddenly used this method to read books while walking. This may be because he was impatient and boring. But Robb vaguely guessed that this spell was something he had learned.

The reason for this kind of speculation is that the carriage full of books followed behind me was covered with some words that they couldn't understand, which seemed very mysterious.

"All witchcraft is mysterious. Or divine art?"

Winterfell is his home, but he doesn't remember that these books exist in the castle, and Sir Kelanston, who has many identities and names, did not bring many luggage before going to Winterfell - so where did these books come from?

Not only him, everyone was very curious about this, but the other party didn't take the initiative to say it, and they didn't dare to ask more questions.

Just as he was rushing to go, the person who was focused on reading the book next to him suddenly asked: "It should be coming soon, right?"

"Yes, there are about two days left." Robb replied, and then he was about to say something, but found that the other party had already set his sights on the books again.

In response to this, Robb could only shake his head helplessly.

He felt that this person was too hardworking. He was a little too hard on the road except for camping for dinner or encountering special circumstances, and he kept reading books for the rest of the time, and his eyes rarely moved - is it really that attractive?

...

In fact, it's like a child getting their favorite toy, or being stuck in a certain game level for a long time, but suddenly getting a pass strategy. Robb naturally couldn't understand this mood.

But in fact, this is the case at present.

With a lot of "strategies" in hand, he couldn't help but feel curious. In fact, these also brought him some improvement.

He has learned two new spells now - Exploring the Necromancer, Shadow Servant.

The former can allow the caster to detect the existence of the spirit with the naked eye, while the latter is like this, like an invisible servant - this spell is easy to practice, but the effect is not strong. After using the dead soul to practice, it cannot pick up multiple objects, so it seems difficult to rely on it to fight or attack sneak attack, but it is very suitable for Shire's current state.

He had a lot of books that he dared to read but didn't dare to touch. He had to rely on zombies to read them before, but now it's much easier to have this magic.

Unfortunately, these two spells are the only ones he can learn and use in those spell books now. Others have either level requirements or racial requirements.

Yes, races and necromancers also have bloodlines or race choices. I don’t know how many of them are. What he knows now are lichs, vampires, ghouls, and stitching monsters.

Compared with the Holy See Paradise, the race that brings together all the good things on earth, or the fearful demons in hell, the choice of the Necromancer is more strange than the other.

So Charles did not intend to choose these. Firstly, the characteristics are obviously exposed, and secondly, the bloodlines or transformations are really disgusting. He prefers the path outside of the race, a path his aunt once took - a psychic.

"But if you want to advance, you must have stepping stones and methods of advancement."

Charles sighed inwardly. He was thinking about the former, but he had no clue about the latter's words.

By reading a certain book, he learned that as long as he carefully chooses the path, even the necromancer will not conflict with the power of the Holy See, so he had no worries at this time.

He did not need to consider the promotion of the church's ring, but the path to the Necromancer can only depend on himself.

However, among the "legacy" he obtained not long ago, there were only some knowledge and magic books, and there was no trace of the most critical way of promotion.

Maybe this is the most important secret for necromancers or for every faction.

Thinking of this, he looked down at the books in his hand.

If you want to say secret words, he, a rookie, naturally wouldn't know, but what if you add a senior psychic and a senior vampire?

Many things hidden in his spiritual body were previously only accepted by him in his sleep unconsciously. If he practiced the dream weaving ability recorded in this book, he seemed to be able to read it at will...

"It's just that this spell is not easy to practice."

He shook his head secretly, his mind moved, and the books in front of him were closed directly, and Charles began to concentrate on his journey.

...

As the team moved slowly, clouds gradually gathered together. At first, a little drizzle was drizzle, then a drizzle drizzle fell. Finally, heavy rain was pouring, and the sound of clattering with the rumbling of dark clouds above my head seemed particularly irritable.

He directly poured everyone into a chicken with soup.

“There is no place to shelter from the rain here!”

The heavy rain came very quickly. Robb wiped his face and then asked a soldier beside him.

"Houguan Town is not far ahead, we can go there to hide from the rain," the other party answered hurriedly.

So the army left King's Avenue, turned a corner and began to march towards the mountains on the left.

It was difficult to find the road in heavy rain. Fortunately, Robb's guide was very reliable and led the army with clear goals.

So they arrived at the town called Houguan Town soon.

The town under the rain was dark. It was said that it was a small town, but it had actually turned into ruins. It originated from the long-term plunder of the savages. All the original residents here have been transferred. This place seems empty because of this.

But not long after, the empty town suddenly became a touch of excitement.

They saw people.

A person hiding in an abandoned house to shelter from the rain!

Under the fire, there were many people in the house. Scan the light of the fire, and it looked quite a lot.

"Val, go up and say hello, let's find other suitable places." Robb ordered the attendants beside him.

So the attendant left.

However, just a few steps after he walked, a horn suddenly sounded outside the house where the fire was lit. The sound made Robb stunned, and a veteran beside him immediately reacted.

"Sir, it's the savage!" He warned loudly, and without thinking about it, he pulled out his weapon directly.
Chapter completed!