"Because it doesn't belong to this world?"

"Impossible, magical items do not belong to this world, they can also be brought in."

"What is limiting? Some kind of world will? Or shuttle door?"

Everything is an unsolved mystery, and Charles feels that further experiments may be needed on this.

For example, if you disassemble various technological products and try to assemble them, or just take some simple drawings that can be made in the Middle Ages, or just keep the drawings in your mind, etc.

“Things need to be done one by one.”

Thinking of this, he sat back in the driver's seat, turned on his phone, and several voice message prompts came into his eyes.

...

"We saw your car in Rosling Town, but we didn't find you. Where are you in Shire? By the way, did you see the group of things in the back mountain of the town? Oh my God, it's so scary."

...

"Shar, I'm Sam. Please call back when I hear the message. I, um, we may need your help..."

...

"Hey Shire, Sam is missing. If you see him, remember to call me."

...

"Shar, Shiel, no matter where you are, if you hear this message, please be sure to call me back. Sam was seriously injured. If you have the ability, please help us!"

...

I kept listening to messages on my phone, and the last time I showed was in the early morning of this morning, more than three hours away.

Black Dodge slowly drove on the cold road, holding the steering wheel with both hands, and Charles was thinking.

"Of course there is a solution, but unfortunately you probably can't wait for me."

This is not perfunctory. He is located in Indiana at this time, which is relatively far from South Dakota where they are, at least one day away.

In this case, if Sam was really injured, it would be beyond the reach.

In this regard, Shire actually had a way to arrive instantly - his wings had a power called sacrifice and descending, which could appear at the other end of the earth from a long distance, even across the country, but the number of deaths required was quite large, and Shire had nowhere to find him for a while.

"Besides, although I don't have any impression, your brother probably won't die this time."

Muttering like this, Charles was still preparing to go to South Dakota - he rented a house not far from Old Bobby's house, and there was no other place to go without going to his temporary residence.

...

The vehicles were driving slowly on the road. In this modern society, Charle thought that there would be no more surprises until he arrived at his destination. However, soon after, the young man sitting in the driver's seat suddenly listened with confusion.

A faint conversation sound inexplicably floated from above his head and came into his ears. The sound was spoken in a special language that he had no impression of, but strangely, he could understand it.

There is only one sentence in the voice.

"I followed Death and found the necromancer who casts the spell."

...

"The Necromancer? Are you talking about me?"

As the young man was thinking this way, another subtle voice appeared, the source seemed to come from the sky and magnificent.

"Very good, kill him."

Hearing this, Charles was stunned.

However, without giving him time to react, the Dodge under him who did not need to be controlled by him turned a corner from the mountain highway and drove into another highway.

A fat black man in a black suit immediately came into his eyes, standing quietly in the middle of the Youbai Highway hundreds of meters away, showing a sneer in the direction of Charles.

After looking at it, the other party had a bald, round face, dark skin, and a slightly raised belly covered with a gray shirt and black suit. He stood there in black leather shoes, and he looked nothing special.

But the prompt from the Eye of True made Charles frown.
Chapter completed!