Main world.

Under the gentle morning sunshine, the black-skinned carriage set off from the Kolanston Manor in Neta District and slowly drove towards the Church Cathedral in Zhongta District on the stone brick road.

Charles, who returned to the main world because of exhaustion of time, originally planned to stay in the manor for a whole day and then enter the shuttle door, but when he returned yesterday afternoon, he was told that the church's gospel department had almost the same plan and asked him to gather this morning.

So early in the morning, Charles hurriedly left the manor.

It was still early at this moment, and there were not so many pedestrians on the city streets. After driving smoothly for about half an hour, the carriage finally arrived at the square in front of the Church of San Casso.

After getting off the carriage, Charles walked towards the church.

He was already familiar with this place and recognized a door last time, so he didn't need anyone to give him a guide. After entering the church, he went straight to the third floor and came to the door of the Gospel Department.

Before the knock on the door was heard behind the door, the voice of the boss Siegel came from behind. After pushing the door, Charles glanced around and did not find anyone else in the "study room", and he couldn't help but wonder.

“Isn’t it a gathering?”

"Yes."

Siegel, who was sitting behind the desk, nodded at him with a smile: "It's just that you've come too early."

Shire was silent when he heard this.

He is the kind of person who wants to finish things quickly as soon as possible, and he never thought about procrastination or something. This seems to be an advantage, but sometimes he seems a little anxious.

At Siegel's entertainment, Charles sat on a chair in front of the desk. He glanced at him and found that there were six chairs around him.

Siegel, who stood up and poured tea for him politely, noticed his gaze, and said casually: "There are six people in each group, and I will belong to you in the third group."

So because the place is small, is it received one after another?

Charles secretly complained, and was about to ask about the specific situation of the group's classification when a knock on the door suddenly came from outside the study door.

After Siegel greeted him, a young man in pink suit and trousers walked in with a small step.

When Shire saw this person, he was stunned and found that this was the "Dream Fairy" he had seen in the warehouse party. The other party was stunned when he noticed him, but nodded and introduced each other, but said nothing.

His name is Mickey Glinton.

Next, a tall round-faced man named Ryan, a young man with a very short beard who seemed to be only 15.6 meters tall. He called himself a flame.

Because the Eye of Real is still cooling down, Charles is not sure what the real name is.

But he didn't pay much attention to this.

As time approaches, the people are basically there, but the last person who comes in is Charles' acquaintance.

Blonde hair and brown eyes and a pretty face. When Charles saw her, he was stunned.

"Connie?"

The other party was also a little surprised when he saw him, and then smiled cheerfully: "Long time no see, Charles."

"Didn't you reply to Chauvin?" Charles asked with a raised eyebrows.

Although I haven't met for a long time, he still remembers this person in front of me from the Chauvin Empire.

"I'm back again."

Connie answered and sat on the chair. Just as she was about to explain in detail, a cough suddenly came from beside her, so she turned her head helplessly and looked at the woman next to her who came in with her.

"Betty, this is Charles, I told you before."

"Oh," the same blonde woman named Betty is also a blond woman with three-dimensional facial features, just a pair of squinting eyes.

At about the same age as Connie, the look of Shire's eyes was interesting and seemed to be full of gossip.

But before she could say anything, Siegel suddenly knocked on the table after seeing that the staff was complete. So everyone turned to look at him.

"Okay, the third group members are here. Everyone has basically met. So let me talk about the purpose of summoning you this time."

He said, and picked up a few copies of the information from the desk and handed it to everyone in turn.

"This is an old monk named Hunter. He lives near the factory area of ​​the Royal City. Your target is him. Then you will go back and write an interview article and give it to me tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, the short man who claimed to be flames quickly raised his hand: "Will we go together?"

"Yes." Siegel nodded: "The old monk is older and cannot receive you in turn. You can go together. But this time it is a test of your basic abilities. Of course, there are also contribution rewards."

After saying that, he ordered a few more precautions and finally added: "I originally planned to call you to the day after tomorrow, but the astrology department said it would rain tomorrow after tomorrow, so it was not convenient to go out, so I've got it in advance. Remember to explain it after I arrive."

Everyone nodded and saw that he had nothing else to say, so they left one after another.

"Hey, Charles." On the way out, Connie came up with her friend and asked with a strange look: "Why are you joining here too?"

"The command from the top." Charles shrugged, not preparing to say more, but it seemed that someone was interested in him.

"What is your race?" asked the man named Betty, who walked on the other side of him, with a curious look on his face.

"I am human..." Charles answered speechlessly. Seeing that the person who was still planning to find out the truth, he couldn't help but add: "Bright Sagittarius."

They were talking to each other, and their steps were unknowingly at the end. The short man walking in front was with the other two. Hearing the sound behind him, he muttered jealously.

"So, girls nowadays are generally very superficial. Isn't it just that they look good? It's true that Master Tim from Gaoshan Country said it well, people are the key to their hearts."

The dream fairy dressed in pink smiled slightly when she heard this, and the big round-faced man nodded in agreement.

In the subtle atmosphere, a total of six people walked out of the church and called a wide carriage on the edge of the square. Three people sat on the side, and they rushed to the slum of the royal city of Porso.

During this period, Betty kept asking questions at Charles, looking gossipy. If Charles hadn't known that the church had no such thing as getting married and having children, he would have thought this person was interested in him.

However, under his cold attitude, the man was not so interested in the end and started chatting with Connie.

This was basically the case along the way, and the carriage slowly drove towards its destination.

But not long after, a noise suddenly came from outside the car window. The young people in the car turned their heads and found a team of patrolmen in white uniforms on the street outside, pressing a middle-aged man wearing long sleeves and a shabby duck-tip hat to the ground. In a vague way, the person who was pressed down could be heard shouting loudly.

"I'm not an underground party. I didn't participate in the last parade. You caught the wrong person! Let me go!"

However, since he had already taken action, it was unlikely that he would be let go. This was the case. After binding him, a group of people quickly pressed the person out of here, pointing fingers and turning a blind eye to the people around him.

Seeing this, the big round-faced man shook his head and sighed: "This incident is getting worse and worse."

"Of course it's amazing." After the words came, the short man next to him seemed to be unable to hold it in, and he took over the conversation: "If I were to say that all the people in Congress were fools, why did they get a job tax? If I were me, I wouldn't have done it, so I wouldn't have made much money!"

On the one hand, he was a little indignant, but on the other hand, he had no scruples about the argument system, so that for a while, others were a little confused about whether he was from a civilian or aristocratic family.

Of course, it may also be that it is possible to be with the church back to enjoy the cool air.

"This is referring to the personal income tax system of the Chauvin Empire, and the response there is not that great." Connie couldn't help but say, "It's just that moving to Dulin is a bit, well, some are not suitable."

"What's wrong, it's too stupid." The short man disdained to retort: ​​"Shawen has been planning for several years. Where is Du Lin? He charges one-quarter of the money and only charges workers."

"If no one makes a fuss, then everyone's brains are in the same way as those of the people in Congress." He said, and suddenly he thought of a guy next to him who was working in Congress, so he turned a corner without any pause and added.

"But Earl of Colanston is a pretty good hand. Arrange the casters to get into the protest group, so that they will have to worry about the church with a little abnormality. Tsk, it will easily solve a big problem."

"However, the royal family is not grateful to the one for this. Do you know that after this, the royal family immediately sent a prince to the tax bureau."

As he said that, he looked at Charles who was leaning against the window and looking at the outside world. After thinking about it, he didn't say his name.

Although he was a little bit sarcastic, this guy was obviously not the kind of guy with no ruthless qualities and knew he had some concerns.

Charles actually knew about this. One time he returned to the main world for dinner, Fat Earl said this.

The one who joined the company was not someone else, but Prince Joseph who was beaten twice by Charles...

"When it comes to princes, are there a prince who has become a golden retriever here?" Connie asked curiously: "How is he doing now?"

She was naturally talking about the one she met with Charles last time, but the short man obviously didn't know much about this, and he was a little confused when he heard this: "Become a dog? What does it mean?"

No one else had heard of this, so that the carriage suddenly fell into silence.

"The Second Prince heard that he went to Chauvin."

Seeing that the people around him were puzzled by this problem, he sat in the corner and kept his waist straight and his dignified expression smiled faintly: "Vice President Mel of the Chauvin Empire has rich experience in lifting this special curse, so..."

After hearing what he said, Connie suddenly realized.

The vice president named Mel belongs to the Chauvin Royal Mage Association. A rumor that is widely circulated in the continent of Akavia is that Emperor Chauvin, who had retired from Taiwan to recuperate for a whole year, was not actually sick, but was cursed as a pig by a powerful necromancer.

No one knew exactly what was going on, but obviously the Dulin royal family was quite confident about this, otherwise it would not have been possible to send their second prince there.

...

The journey from Zhongta District where the church is located to the slums on the edge of the royal city is long, but these people are about the same age and start talking about the topic without realizing it. One of them is the political situation of Dulin, another of the royal gossip, another of the mainland news, and another of the colonial style.

Time passed without realizing it. When Betty was discussing the trend of newspaper information in recent years with the short man, the coachman outside the car suddenly knocked on the front window.

"Miss, I've arrived at the place."

It seemed like time passed a little quickly. The young people, especially the two people who were talking, seemed a little reluctant to leave, but they didn't bother and got off the carriage one by one.

At this time, the street where the carriage was located seemed relatively remote, with a low area around it, similar to the old buildings of the last century. The bricks and stones under their feet were dilapidated, and they were a little bit separated from the foot when they stepped on it, which made Betty, who was obviously from a noble family, pouted in depression.

Turning around, the same is true for monk residences located on the corner of the street.

The pale bricks and stones are wet, and the second-story balcony is covered with weeds. This three-story building seems to have been unattended for a long time.

"The life of the old monk is really hard..."

The short man, Fire Flame sighed when he saw this, then stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After no response for a while, he couldn't help knocking again.

A few minutes later, a trivial sound of footsteps floated out faintly. Then, the thick wooden door was opened, and a white-haired head poked out from it, with obvious bags of eyes and loose skin like chicken skin.

"Who are you looking for?"

He blinked his turbid old eyes and looked at the group of people with a questioning look on his face.

Fire introduced himself, so the old man nodded in a clear way, then opened the door tremblingly to invite them into.

Charles, who followed this group of people, did not observe the interview target much. In fact, he was just a gangster and never thought about how to put his heart into it.

On the contrary, after entering the entrance hall of the house, the guys around him couldn't wait to talk to the old monk.

But when Charles left the entrance and entered the living room, a sharp and dull scream suddenly came from under the wooden floor!

The surroundings were polite to each other, and a harmonious scene became quiet.
Chapter completed!