"I said buddy, why do your hair change color?"

The sound coming from beside him was full of surprise. When he turned his head and saw that the smuggler named Ajay was staring at Charles' short hair, which gradually changed from black to golden.

Under the sunlight, the roots, hair strands, and ends of hair slowly spread, and a layer of golden short hair seems very strange. At this moment, the warm currents that breed from Charles' body are as incredible.

"A special magic." Charles answered helplessly.

In fact, he is also unfamiliar with this.

When there is no sun, his hair will return to normal carbon black color. When there is sun, it will turn into this conspicuous golden color.

This obviously brought difficulty to him afterwards, but Charles had no choice.

He took off a hair and observed it for a few glances, then looked back at the wall full of special graffiti, and sighed.

Once this trip was gone, the changes that took place were really big...

"Okay, hair dyeing magic is amazing, but do you need to hand over the final payment to me?"

Ajay, who was standing by, started chasing debts, but at the end, he grinned again and said, "No, it's the full payment, not the final payment, you didn't pay the deposit at all. Damn, I feel like I'm a little loss."

"certainly."

Charles smiled at him, then took advantage of his inattention and suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers, handing him a stone picked up from Purgatory.

"Here, this is the magic weapon I took from it. You can kill people with a little force during a fight. It can totally match your price, get it."

"This... is a stone?" Even if you are mentally retarded, it doesn't mean you don't have any doubts. After taking the stone and fiddling with it for a few times, Ajay was very puzzled by this at this moment.

"So most people can't find magical artifacts. This thing is very effective. If you don't believe it, go back and try it."

After saying that, he raised his hand and patted the other person on the shoulder. After nodding in a daze, he sorted out the sloppy robe on his body and walked quickly out of the alley.

Because of time, he is still wearing the ragged medieval robe scratched by the hellhound. Although this did not affect his communication with that God, it still felt very awkward to wear it on his body.

...

"I want to ask you to take my sister's old thinking and memory so that she will give birth to a new personality and we can start from scratch... In fact, I originally planned to find a way to reconcile with her, but the chance may not be high, so I'd better take her away for insurance."

"But don't worry, you won't let you be in vain. If you need my help, you can ask. Well, I mean, as long as I can do it."

"The most real...what does that mean? Do you want to see my real body?"

"It's not the body... I'm a little confused about this. But let's discuss it together after I'm ready. In fact, I think what you said is a bit general..."

...

The words Chuck communicated with him slowly emerged in his mind, making Charles feel as if he had the possibility of success.

If you can see it, you will have the opportunity to touch it. Chuck needs some time to prepare to separate her sister's current personality from her true roots and then let Shire take it away.

"So now I just have to wait..."

He murmured, and he kept walking away from the alley.

This time the matter completely disrupted his original plan.

His original plan was to find a way to cause all kinds of trouble for the person after dealing with some of the things at hand and having similar strength, and then test his strength step by step, and then wait for an opportunity to act.

But the moment he saw Chuck, this idea was completely unfeasible.

God is not the reality of this world, so darkness equal to him is probably not.

Neither light nor darkness, what is it?

This is such a troubling question that Charles is now a little confused. But since the God promised to take him one by one after another, it was not a clue.

"I hope he keeps his promise."

Sighing, he glanced around the street for a few glances and walked towards a hotel not far away.

The appearance of God made him a little confused. He felt that he needed to do something well now, but the most important thing now is to replace the rags on his body first.

After all, this affects the image too much.

However, after a few steps, a harsh sneer suddenly interrupted his pace.

"Hey, look at what I found? A golden tramp? Sam, do you think he is the same color as the dog I raised a while ago?"

"It seems...is almost the same."

The sound fell, and a burst of laughter followed, looking very ostentatious.

Turning around, the voice owner was a bald young man wearing a black leather jacket with a studded braid. He was standing with his chest in his chest, and the tattoo on his arm was particularly conspicuous.

Next to him, two similarly dressed companions were laughing and echoing.

"It's so rare, it's turned into a mocking face?" Charles was a little speechless.

However, when faced with such a minion, he ignored his feelings at all.

After looking at the other party, before the person could continue to speak, his eyes flashed slightly, and the bald young man standing under a street light on the side of the road suddenly tilted his mouth, then his eyes turned outward and his whole body twitched violently. Finally, he couldn't help but collapsed to the ground along the street light.

With a thud, the impact of the head hitting the edge of the street light was very loud, which also shocked the two companions beside him.

"Jamie, why are you-"

Before he could finish speaking, the two men immediately followed the footsteps of the former, with their heads tilted and their eyes slanted, and their limbs trembled, which attracted the attention of passers-by around them.

...

Chaos.

Special, a spell that can be emitted instantly after practicing.

The activation of this kind of spell is actually very simple, using spiritual power to attack the opponent's spirit body.

What is not simple is how to attack without leaving any traces or residual power.

You should know that whether it is a necromancer in the main world or a special profession of the church, the use of spiritual attacks is very clever.

If the attack leaves your own spiritual power in the target body, then the caster is not far from being unlucky.

Fortunately, because of his aunt's memory, Charles did not take long to practice this spell. As it turned out, its effect was pretty good.

After a last glance at the three hippie who seemed to have had epilepsy, he ignored his mood and tightened his torn clothes on his body and hurriedly left the place.

...

Looking through the window, looking at the sudden change scene. In a cafe on the side of the road, a white young man dressed in white collar wrote a line of words on his laptop in his hand.

"There is a high tendency to violence in his personality and he is relatively indifferent to life. He did not find the magic bag. It was initially determined that his magic belongs to the ancient Celtic system."

After thinking about it, he then added another sentence.

"It is recommended to have cautionary contact."
Chapter completed!