The street where the Witch School is located has always been quiet, with few vehicles or pedestrians passing by.

Under the early morning light, there are only sparse trees around except for buildings.

The mist filled everything in sight, proving that it was another wet day.

“Harbour cities are always inseparable from humid air.”

Standing in front of the white window screen and watching the cold outside, Charle sniffed the tea in his hand and sighed slightly.

The sharp sounds from outside the door did not attract his attention at all. It was the young witches who started to make a big fuss over trivial matters again. With their shouts, there were also some old witches' instigation and gloating laughter.

However, these did not attract Shire's attention. Instead, he was quite careful about the female principal standing in front of the villa door outside.

The other party was calling, and his frown and his face was serious, obviously didn't seem to have heard anything good.

But Charles knew what this person was communicating because she had a mother who was not so strict with her mouth.

"If your daughter really has no choice, you can ask her to come and find me."

After watching for a while, he suddenly said something.

"You can cure infertility?"

Fiona, who was sitting in the chair behind her, fiddling with her phone, had a slightly suspicious voice.

...

She didn't get involved in the action last night, so after I found out that this person had returned early this morning, I couldn't wait to come here to find out about the situation.

I didn't expect Charles to say this suddenly.

"I won't."

Charles said honestly, then turned to look at the witch: "Have you heard of Jesus' holy foreskin?"

The witch thought when she heard this.

Of course she had heard of this. Although this thing sounds a bit nonsense, it is actually a special treasure of Christianity. In Europe alone, there are several churches claiming that they worship this holy object--it is obviously impossible for Jesus to have several foreskins.

No one can recognize which one is true or which is false. However, it is said that praying for it is miraculous for female infertility.

"It's really a holy foreskin here." Charles replied, "and it can indeed help your daughter's current situation."

"If that's the case, I think she would be grateful to you." Fiona smiled.

Seeing this, Charles shrugged.

This person is not very interested in this and doesn't seem to want his daughter to be pregnant. Charles doesn't know what she is thinking, but since he is not interested, he will not be a good person.

In fact, Charles proposed this because he was in a good mood because he successfully solved the problem of the gods.

After a different time, he didn't have the heart to pay attention to the question of whether a certain witch could give birth to a baby.

"Where did our angel go? I didn't see anyone in the morning." Fiona asked behind her.

"My friend has something to do, and he was called to help." Shire replied.

"friend?"

"A good group of hunters."

Fiona obviously frowned when she heard the word Hunter.

Although they belong to both humans, in fact, many hunters regard witches as monsters, and even have methods and groups specifically target witches. So even if hunters maintain American public order to a certain extent, witches rarely have any favors to them.

"Hunters are all racists, and I believe they will sooner or later treat angels as monsters-"

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by a knock at the door. After Charles responded, a pointed chin witch walked in carefully.

Looking at Charles standing in front of the window, then looking at Fiona sitting behind him. The witch smiled slightly and greeted him: "Hi."

Although she didn't say anything, since she came to find Charles, she obviously had something to do, so Fiona stood up when she saw this.

"I'll leave first."

"Don't!" The pointed chin witch hurriedly grabbed her arm, and then under the other party's strange gaze, she smiled guiltily: "This...I..."

"You want help?"

Charles in front of the window finished saying this for her, so he nodded with his pointed chin.

Charles had known that this person had something to him.

Under normal circumstances, he was not attentive to pay attention to it, but he was so careless that Charles did not refuse directly, but signaled the other party to continue.

So the witch named Rowena's pointed chin brewed a moment of emotion, and her face gradually turned sad and angry: "A long time ago, because of a little, insignificant little thing, I was sealed most of the magic power by the witch leader at the gathering, so that I suffered from grievances and humiliation that I should not have been suffered over the years, and—"

"Say the point."

So Rowena hurriedly said, "I want to ask you to do me a favor. Well, the seal on me, although I have not interrupted my attempts over the years, because of the magic power..."

Don't listen to her voice as pitiful. In fact, this sentence has been brewing for a long time.

She had already made this idea since she discovered Shire under magical effects, but as a cautious witch, she did not dare to contact her directly.

Instead, he encouraged his witch friend, that is, Fiona, to be his own pioneer in the exploration of the path.

Until now, it was felt that Charles was a necromancer with a pretty good temper and no quirks, so she dared to ask for help - the necromancer's personality is usually very strange.

Charles didn't know what magic was. At the same time, he actually didn't know at all.

He never relied on magic to cast his spells, and he didn't need a future path. But Charles was not completely helpless about what Rowena said at this moment.

One of his gains last night seemed to be able to solve this problem, but Shire hadn't figured out the specific use of those things, so naturally he could not accept anything.

So he waved his hand and signaled that he would consider it.

Seeing this, Rowena retreated with anticipation and anxiety.

There was nothing left and no one could ask, and the former super witch also left here, and in the end, only Charles remained in the room.

...

Charles didn't get much last night. There were only five items.

Odin's spear, Zeus's baby Thunder, the golden bracelet on the Indian goddess, a golden balance, and a tender green leaf.

Very few, but Charles was not surprised by this.

Like their owners, this kind of instrument containing special abilities, as the times change and time passes, its power gradually decreases. In the end, those who cannot survive will be silent or dissipated.

What can be kept are basically something that was once very amazing, and there are very few such objects.

It doesn't matter if it's too little, it's important that Charles can't use it now.

The Eye of Real reminds that these instruments require some divine power to be used, just like those that Charles once obtained in Crowley's treasure, which are familiar to ancient myths, cannot be used directly.

So he could only put it in another world for the time being and wait for the study to be done slowly.

...

After the god's affairs were finished, Charles had basically no other things to do. In the next few days, he stayed in the Witch Academy and watched Fiona gather the witches, without reminding her that she didn't need to do this anymore.

However, because of a certain tauren, a voodoo queen who was originally in a hostile state joined in. So it cannot be said that Charles "has made no contribution".

His main focus was on practicing spells and the special trace ability. He basically paid little attention to other things.

Including the formal formation of the Hunter Alliance, Dean once called him, but Shire did not go.

The crossroads King Crowley also contacted him. The strange words in the monster were filled with various conspiracies, but Charles ignored it too—

The other party seemed to have not yet discovered that his treasure was stolen. Of course, he knew that Charles had once entered hell, after all, there were many witnesses that time.

The Death Gods' counterattack against Xiulishe was quite smooth. Shire did not take action again. He just provided a green skull when the Death Gods' actions fell into a bottleneck.

Therefore, this organization with great energy in the past was greatly damaged by its vitality.

However, Charles did not have much thought about the specific details. In his spare time, he was waiting for someone to arrive except for handling some trivial matters.

Because the church in the main world is unreliable, Charles stayed for more time this time, only nine days, and it did not take long to deal with the Xiuli Society and the pagan gods.
Chapter completed!