Under the morning light, pedestrians were hurried outside the pizza shop window. Charles, who was sitting in the seat in front of the window, was quietly watching all this, his eyes flashing constantly, as if looking for something.

Black Dodge quietly stopped on the street across the road, under a street light. At some point, a ticket was posted on the windshield, but Shire kept silent about it.

He has been paying attention to some special event.

As he kept observing, a tall man wearing a black coat and a beautiful tattoo on his thick arms came into his eyes. He walked hurriedly on the side of the road, making a phone call while walking, but unfortunately he collided with another man who was turning over the corner of the street.

"Do you fucking eyes?" After the collision, the phone fell to the ground, and there was a confusing question on the other side in the microphone. The tattooed man stared at the man in the baseball cap who bumped into him.

"You bumped into me."

The other party replied in a deep voice, wearing a baseball cap and putting his hands in his pockets, looking quite low-key.

However, the big man was very angry about this: "I'm going straight. Are you a bitch whore who is turning around and not looking at the road!?"

"Put your mouth cleaner."

"Don't you go, fuck it! I--" The tattooed man cursed, but he was suddenly punched by the other party in the middle of his speech.

The fist was decisive and swift, and it was full of power after the collision, and directly knocked down a single tooth.

At the same time, before the tattooed man stood firm, the man in the baseball cap kicked the opponent's leg joint with another kick.

"ah--!"

The scream suddenly rang out, and the tattooed man unconsciously covered his knees and collapsed towards the ground.

The incident happened very quickly. Seeing that the tattooed man fell to the ground and wanted to kick him again, a middle-aged aunt watching next to him hurriedly patted her companions beside her.

"Come on, call the police!"

She didn't say loudly, but the person involved seemed to hear this keenly, so he snorted and turned around and left in a hurry.

No one dared to stop him, so after a few breaths, the baseball cap disappeared on the street, leaving only the tattooed man who was originally arrogant and domineering, but now he kept covering his knees and screaming in pain.

All of this was seen by Charles. Until the sirens drifted and a police car slowly approached, Charles then retracted his gaze and looked at the two cards placed on the table.

Two gold edge cards with overlapping edges.

One shows the name Rupert Andorra, and the other is Dom Cobb.

The portrait above is exactly the two parties involved in the fight opposite.

At this moment, it was not long after Charles advanced and had just returned to the evil power.

He could not experiment with the new abilities he had gained without any scruples in the main world manor, so when time arrived, he couldn't wait to enter the shuttle door.

After driving from that suburban warehouse, I came directly to this city located in the central Wyoming area.

He grabbed a card outside a fighting club in the south of the city, and then ran to the chaotic red light district in the north to grab another one.

As a result, these two guys, who were half an hour apart, met in front of Shire.

"The cards overlap, and they collided together, so what if they overlap completely?"

Looking down at the two gold-edged cards on the light yellow fireproof board fast food table, Charles pressed two fingers on the card, wanting to overlap them again, but unfortunately, this time, as soon as he got closer, the two cards suddenly turned into golden light and disappeared.

Seeing this, Charles couldn't help but feel helpless.

After advancing, it was shown that he could control his fate slightly, but how to control it is an unknown problem. At present, Charles has only experimented with such a "collision of fate", and the rest still needs to be explored.

"There are some limitations in this ability."

Shire came to this conclusion.

Relatively speaking, another change in fate talent is much clearer than controlling fate, because what this ability can do has been shown, rather than being unclear.

[You can conceal the soul woven into a card to force you to do something, including but not limited to assassinating enemies and protecting others. After the mission is completed, the soul will automatically escape from your control]

...

[Note that if the task is targeted at a living target, the spiritual objects of that target must be possessed as a medium]

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"In short, this is a disposable soldier..."

Thinking about it, Charles unconsciously thought of the many demons in his wings.

After being "swallowed" most of the demons, there were less than a hundred of them.

His spirit body still looks very tall, but he did not have that kind of body removal reaction when he was in the main world. This proves that Fat Earl did not deceive him, and the body removal reaction would disappear after advancement.

But at the same time, it is also a problem that the Shire spirit cannot grow again. Before this problem is solved, the things in the wings seem useless, so...

"Sir, your apple pizza."

A slightly hoarse female voice came, interrupting Shire's imagination.

Looking up, a waiter girl with dark blond curly hair was putting a plate of food on the table, her light blue eyes blinking and a moving smile at him.

Charles nodded and thanked him, and the other party turned around and left.

The slender back sways gracefully, showing his graceful figure intentionally or unintentionally. A note with the phone under the dining plate silently proves something - Charles doesn't pay attention to it, but he is actually very popular.

But for this, Charles just touched his chin.

After looking at it, he ignored it, raised his hand and picked up the knife and fork on the dining plate to cut the food, then took a bite.

“It’s a bit salty…”

Muttering, he couldn't help but think of the last change.

Compared with the promotion of the two special abilities of the Son of Destiny, among his two abilities of the Long Night Dominance, only the Long Night Arrival has changed, a "fatal" change.

"There is no longer a soul. The dead body can be revived as long as the night is shrouded. So what would happen if I released this ability here now? Cemetery? Hospital? Mortuary?"

He chewed the pizza and turned his head to look out the window of the bustling and cold city.

This is located in Wyoming, called Cheyenne.

"It seems indestructible, but it is actually broken when touched."

He had the urge to ignore it and let go of his hands and feet, but Charles then pressed this thought to his heart.

Put your curiosity above the tragedy of others. He would not do this if it was not necessary.

Thinking silently, the food on the dining table gradually decreased, and just as Charles' fork was inserted into the last piece of pizza, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

I took it out and looked at it, and then connected.

"Hey, Charles, I'm Dean." The voice on the opposite side seemed a little low. Charles raised his eyebrows unconsciously, and then pretended to be puzzled and asked, "What did you do before? Why can't I call?"

"We encountered an angel attack. With Cassidio's help, we were not injured, but the angel's attack affected all the phone." Dean was helpless and then changed the topic: "Don't talk about this for now, Charles, I need help."

"What help?" Shire was not surprised by this. How could that be said? The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

If it were Shire now, he was not very responsible and was asked for help more and more.

"Cassidio lost a lot of strength because he saved us, and he could no longer save Sam, so I..."

"What?"

"So I made a deal with the Devil."

Dean said, telling all the details.

In short, in order to save his younger brother, he sold his soul to the crossroads demon, and now he only has one year to live.

After saving Sam, Dean was unwilling to admit that he would go to hell soon, so he wanted to summon the demons and ask him to terminate the contract there...

He was a little embarrassed when he said this, and Charles said nothing about it.

This kind of thing is human nature, and he would do it if he were alone. After all, it involves his own life. It is better to be embarrassed than to lose his life, but-

"You mean, the one you traded with is Crowley?"

"Yes," Dean replied.

Shir thought to himself when he heard this.

"Then, you and him..."
Chapter completed!