Although it is not customized, the slender and sturdy figure still makes this Hugo Boss suit perfectly fit with it, straight and neat.

The neat and undisturbed hairstyle of the London nobles in the old era, combined with his blonde hair at this moment, looked particularly bookish.

Overall, the guest who opened the door in front of him was both heroic and full of a gentlemanly demeanor that was indifferent to his eyes.

"Is there anything?" A slightly magnetic voice came into my ears, making me feel a little confused.

Hearing the sound, Jessica hurriedly handed the thing in her hand to the other party with both hands, and her face turned red: "This is your card. All the fees have been deducted. Please collect it sir."

"Thanks."

The other party smiled at him, and then was about to close the door, but Jessica mustered up the courage to interrupt him, and quickly stuffed a note written before into the other party's hand.

“This is my phone number.”

The girl smiled shyly, and then she didn't have the nerve to look at the other person's expression. She turned around and left quickly, her steps were fast and her heart was pounding.

"It's over, I seem to fall in love with him."

"But I don't know who he is yet."

"What if he doesn't matter, I just want to get to him now."

"Will he call me?"

...

Walking in the hotel corridor, Jessica seemed absent-minded and almost hit a guest. After apologizing in a panic, the other party politely said that it was okay.

Only then did she feel a little relieved.

However, after such a fuss, the girl's boiling mood cooled down, and then she suddenly remembered a small detail that she had never paid attention to before.

"It seems like there are other people's voices in his room...TV?"

...

The beautiful hotel waitress is now in chaos because of the external image of a certain handsome dog. The person involved, Charles, did not take this seriously.

With a pinch of his hands, a line of paper with a telephone number suddenly burned, and finally turned into black gray and fell to the ground. His feet wearing black leather shoes stepped on the brown carpet and walked towards the head of the bed in the room.

On the large, white hotel bed, there were several Victorian-style tuxedoes and black trousers - this was the preparation that Charles made to return to the main world in a few days.

On the lapel of one of the clothes were two silver-edged cards.

The card is square and vertical, with an old couple drawn on it. At this moment, one of them is drowsy and the other is sighing.

It seemed that the sound of Shire approaching footsteps, and the old woman suddenly snatched at the "window" and begged loudly: "Child, let us go. It's really cruel to be trapped here. Are you just treating the two old men so cruelly?"

"What do you want him?" The old man in another card was shocked when he heard the sound, rubbed his eyes, and then muttered sleepyly: "This kid is a cold-blooded animal, haven't you noticed it?"

"He is not cold-blooded, he just has a little misunderstanding about us."

The silver-haired old woman said in a defense and suddenly realized that "herself" had been picked up.

"I'm very cold-blooded, he's right. I don't think there is any misunderstanding." Charles' face looked a bit like he was covered with a layer of veil. He was hazy and couldn't see clearly, but his voice was very clear.

"At the same time, my request is very simple. Tell me where Odin and his palace are, and I can consider letting you go."

"Why should we tell you?"

Before the old woman could speak, the card placed on her clothes started to scream.

"We don't trust you, nor do we believe you can really let us go. Unless you let us go first, we will tell you."

At this point, Charles only glanced at him.

"I don't mind killing you, your wife is here anyway. Also, don't act like a victim. I know clearly how many times you have eaten."

"Just like humans eat wild animals, God eats humans, so is this. This is the natural law of the earth, you can't attack us with this!"

What he said seemed to make sense, but unfortunately, Charles ignored his thoughts at all. After putting down the card in his hand, he picked up the yelling old man, raised his hand, and the flames he had stored before suddenly rushed out of his fingertips.

Then he began baking the card horizontally onto the orange flame, as if he was disinfecting a scalpel.

"I'm curious about how you feel now."

"Of course it's so hot, but - hell, my clothes! Damn human boy, you can't do anything to me with this little trick!"

He screamed fiercely, but after a while, he screamed - his wool sweater caught fire.

This looks weird, like a character in a painting howling and jumping from a sudden flame, but the painting itself has no effect.

The power of fate is wonderful. It confines and weaves spiritual bodies, but it does not hinder the infiltration of other forces.

It is like an invisible cage, which can crush it by physical collision, but other elements will only penetrate and act on the spirits in it.

It's like magic or something else, and it can't touch the existence of fate at all.

This also created some favorable abilities for Shire, such as communicating with spirits in the card, and like now.

The old silver-haired man screamed and half scolded without giving in. The old woman begged but failed to surrender. After begging for nothing, she also started to curse with her hips.

Shir watched the card in his hand be smoked by flames, and he thought in his mind how to use the characteristics of the card to make the opponent submit.

However, this scene did not continue. As the door was knocked again, it had to stop abruptly.

"Who is it?" the young man frowned.

He put down the cards casually, covered them with his clothes, got up and went to the door to open the door, and a slim woman in a black suit and white shirt followed her eyes.

The blonde hair neatly combed the back of his head, his light blue eyes were quiet and energetic, his facial features were delicate, and his figure was tall. This person looked very beautiful overall, but his expression looked a little high.

"Do you call Shire? Or Shire Colanston?"

The elegant voice seemed very interesting, but young people were not interested in this kind of familiar greeting.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked strangely. It seemed that he had no intention of paying attention to how this person knew his name.

This made the person who came was stunned, and then a moving smile appeared: "Don't you invite me in and sit? It seems that it is not appropriate to talk here."

"Somewhat is inconvenient," answered Charles: "If you have something to do, just say it here."

Upon hearing this, a trace of favor that the person who came was born because of the young man's appearance subsided, and his slender brows frowned slightly.

"This is not gentleman at all."

Although the archives do state that this Charle has a bad personality, it is hard to think of the words "coarse man" on the outside, but now...

"Okay." Seeing that Charle just shrugged without any concessions, she sighed and said seriously: "On behalf of my organization, I invite you to jointly explore the underground world of the United States, integrate American hunters, and save the American people from being violated by all ghosts."

Shire was stunned by this, blinking in confusion, and asked hesitantly: "So, who are you?"

Then he remembered to ask this question. The person frowned even deeper and said, "My name is Tooni Bellville. My organization is the recorder of all supernatural events in the world and the protector of humanity. Maybe you may have heard of us."

The lady named Tooni spoke with pride.

However, Charles was only confused and lacked interest.

"It's a bit familiar," he said perfunctorily: "I'll think about it, thank you."

This attitude seemed to treat an insurance salesperson who came to sell on the door. Then he ignored Tooni's face that turned dark, and he was about to close the door.

"Maybe you should consider respecting others more. Our contribution to humanity is the best in the world, and our strength is also very strong. Even under our protection, there has not been any monster murder in the UK in the past decade-"

Before she could finish speaking, the door was closed with a slam.

This situation made Tooni grit her teeth.

...

If it were other times, Charles might be interested in this person. However, for Charles now, they have already studied with the Creator of this world to cheat his sister, but they have no time to pay attention to the enlistment of such unknown local forces.

Thuni Bevel outside the door felt as if she was about to explode, but she knew that there would be no result for being angry here for no reason, so she sneered and raised her voice a little.

"What a pity. Rejecting our kindness, maybe you can only let your subordinates be hunted down by others."

Her voice was a little sharp, which attracted the suspicion of a floor-driving aunt not far away. It was naturally impossible for the young people with keen sensitivity to hear it.

Subordinates?

Shire, who was about to turn around and continue doing his own work, stopped, then turned around and opened the door, looking at the young lady outside the door again.

"Are you hunting the gods?"

He seemed to be just asking normally, but his vain sharp eyes were unignorable. Seeing this, Tooni Bellville felt inexplicably panicked.

Thinking of the series of surveillance videos of the other party taking action yesterday, the idea that he was originally going to whet his appetite faded, she couldn't help but explain.

"We are not that stupid. We rashly provoke a necromancer before we figure out the target. Besides, the god of death is not so easy to target. There is no certain benefit, and no one will cause trouble for them."

"Who is that?"

"Maybe I will choose to tell you after you change your mind?" Faced with the young man's frown, Tooni chuckled calmly, then turned around and prepared to leave.

However, at this moment, she suddenly heard a snap of her fingers in her ear.

Use magic?

I've been on guard against you for a long time!

As soon as she had this idea, her mind suddenly became confused, her short memory was quickly confused, and her delicate face with light makeup became a little dumb.
Chapter completed!