With false greetings, the two walked to the second floor at the gesture of the fat Count and came to a study room.

As he walked in, the fat count, who had just closed the door, had just smiled, immediately drooped his fat face.

He raised his hand to loosen the collar on his neck, picked up a glass of water from the desk and drank it all, then turned around and sat on the chair with a thick-backed brown leather.

Then he looked up at Charles and gritted his teeth and said, "I heard that you burned the floor as soon as you came back?"

"I'm sorry." Charles answered sincerely.

"If you're sorry, you won't do such stupid things!"

“In fact, I didn’t mean it.”

Only the fool believes you! The fat Count couldn't help but twitch his eyes when he heard it, but after watching him for a while, he suddenly laughed.

"I haven't seen each other for a few months, but I've grown my skills? Why don't I take me seriously if I join the church?"

Shire raised his eyebrows, but did not respond.

Instead, the other party smiled and said, "Do you really think I will let you join the church's demon hunting team?"

I don't know why he said this, and I don't know how he knew about it, but it doesn't matter. Shir shrugged when he heard this: "You don't seem to have to choose."

"Not necessarily." The other party still replied with a smile, but then he inexplicably changed the topic.

"I heard you are writing a book?"

"No."

"No?" Fat Earl leaned on the back of the chair and looked at Charles carefully. He said thoughtfully: "I think you should restrain yourself."
Chapter completed!