Today was a very clear day. It had been snowing outside for three days and it had stopped. Millie asked me to go build a snowman with them, but because I was going to write a letter to Brother Charles, I didn't go.

Of course, I don’t actually want to go out except to write letters. The old lady who cooks in the church always stares at me when I go out. She looks so scary.

The nun said she was a poor person who lost her husband and children because of a plague.

Are all poor people that scary?

I wanted to ask the nun, but she was busy every day.

When the nun was not busy, he would teach me to read and write. I could write my own letter. This letter is,,

...

I learned very quickly, and the nun was very satisfied. She said that I was the fastest and smartest among the children she had brought with me in recent years. But once I secretly listened to her lecture with Milly, and she also said Milly. I suspected that the nun was lying to Milly because I was obviously the one.

...

The nun said that reading can make you smarter, so I recently watched three witch hunters, Vikas Demon Shadow and Lake Heart Xiaozhu. I don’t know if I have become smarter, but the three witch hunters are really good.

...

The nun is a good person, and everyone here is very good.

...

I want to go home, Brother Charles, when will you pick me up?

...

The fonts of strokes look weird and tender, and a bit ugly, but considering that this was written by a little girl under eight years old is understandable.

Especially some of the sentences above marked with "key points", it is obvious that they are showing off something hidden, making people want to laugh.

When the young man looked at the letter, he kept recalling the little girl who was both well-behaved and timid in his mind.

Once upon a time, I had a headache about how to improve my relationship with a somewhat autistic child...

Unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth, and Shier did not respond for a long time. Until a sentence came from outside the carriage: "Young Master, the manor has arrived - Master Shier!"

Charles, who was "wake up", responded quickly, folded the letter in his hand and put it in the pocket of his chest. Then he pushed open the car door and walked out.

The winter climate makes people feel a little uncomfortable. The gloomy weather in the morning has been brewing for a long time. Now in the afternoon, the dim clouds begin to drift downwards continuously.

White spots fell down, staining the black tuxedo made of expensive fabric on your shoulders, and a hint of coolness slowly soaked into your body along your shoulders.

It seemed that guests had arrived in the manor. At this moment, there were two stops in addition to the few carriages from the Corranston family at the door. Shire looked at it and ignored it. After looking up at the sky, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the middle-aged coachman who was packing the carriage.

"Rom, do you have children in your family?"

It was unclear why he asked this, but the coachman named Rom still answered honestly: "Of course, I have a very cute son. Every time I go home, he will jump over and hold my legs."

Under the exploring gaze of Charles, he sighed: "It's just that my wife and I got angry recently and were taken to my grandmother's house by his mother. I think about it, it's almost a week, I miss it."

Shaking his head, seeing the falling snowflakes in the sky covering the young man's head, the coachman Rom couldn't help but say something.

"Master Charles, I think it's time for you to enter the room, it's cold here."

Charles didn't feel cold, but the other party was obviously trembling with coldness, so he nodded to him and turned around and walked towards the manor.

The security personnel on duty wore dark blue coats. Although they were covered in white, they still did their duty and carefully observed each visitor.

But you don't need to do that.

Accompanied by the warm and trembling greeting, Charles pushed open the door and walked into the villa.

The hot breath came to my face, completely different from the gloomy cold outside. It was the heat waves coming from the towering fireplace not far away.

Of course, floor heating is indispensable.

Two young maids in black dress stood at the door. When they saw Char walking in, they hurriedly started cleaning the snow on their bodies with their handkerchiefs, their hair, tops, trousers, and even leather shoes.

The three people sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor also turned their attention.

One of them is the owner of this place, the fat Earl of Corranston. At this moment, for some reason, he suddenly returned to the manor and was sitting gracefully on the main seat of the sofa, with a dignified and subtle look.

One of the other two, Charles did not know each other, but the other made him stunned.

What a coincidence.

The other party obviously recognized Charles' appearance, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face.

Others didn't know the secrets of the things. When he saw him walking in, another middle-aged gentleman who didn't know who had a neat hair combed, couldn't help but look at the fat Count: "This is..."

"This is my son."

The fat Count replied, then waved to Charles: "Come here, come and meet Prince Patrick of Chauvin."

During breakfast, I heard Earl Colanston talk about Prince Patrick, but I didn't expect to come here at noon.

However, Charles had no plans to go there. He looked at the black-haired young man next to Prince Patrick, who was obviously a follower, and said, "Forget it, we are all nobles in the Kingdom of Lin, and I am a golden-retriever, but I don't have the shame to make friends with noble people from Chauvin. Do you think so? This gentleman?"

The young man's unconcealed gaze, both the fat Count and the prince, were clearly aware of it, so he couldn't help but look at the young man who was teased by him, and found that the guy's face gradually became cramped.

"Miller, what happened?"

"I...well, Your Highness, this..."

Charles did not listen much to the conversation between the two. After finishing the sarcastic statement, he stepped to the second floor without caring about Count Kelanston's helpless and strange and glorious gaze.

The old but not stale stairs were quite solid on it, and the questioning voices behind him gradually became weak. Finally, when he arrived in the bedroom on the second floor, all the noise was left behind.

Although he pretended to be insulted and "upstairs in anger", Charles was actually a little curious about why the prince of the Chauvin Kingdom came to Dulin during this period of time. However, in the face of serious matters, this kind of curiosity was irrelevant.

After closing the door tightly, summoning the soul of the morning "written" and telling him how to modify the manuscript, Charles no longer paid attention to the resentful gaze. Instead, he sat on the other side of the desk, thought for a while, picked up the paper and pen, and began to write on it.

He decided to think about what to do during this period.

...

The shuttle door is not needed at all now, and there is no way to think about it. I can only wait until it has been upgraded on its own.

Because of this, Shire cannot enter the evil power for the time being, so he cannot enhance his spiritual power.

This made him a little depressed. But in fact, if he excluded these, he was not without things.

There are many ways to improve your strength, and the most direct one is of course to improve your realm.

In terms of realm, the church's ring level does not require him to consider much. According to Charles' prediction, such a thing is probably a natural result.

And the Necromancer doesn't seem to have to worry for the time being.

He has only practiced four spells at the current level, including chaos, spiritual sealing, mockery marks, and bone strings. There are still several who have not finished learning them.

Simple improvement of realm does not play a decisive role in strength at all, and the most important thing is spells.

"And I don't have any spells for psychics at all."

Charle frowned and looked at the notes in his hand that were covered with irregular lines, which made him feel a little troubled.

The bandage man is the fifth level of necromancer, but his profession, or bloodline, is a vampire, and his spells are naturally different from those of psychics.

Shire relies on his aunt's existence, so he doesn't have to worry about the first two levels of psychics spells, but his aunt is just a second level of psychics. She also does not have the third level of spells.

"You can search in the Bandage Man's Collection of books. I remember that there are many strange magics in those books." Charles murmured, unable to help but think about where he is now in the Song of Ice and Fire. It is probably not so easy to read books in the Great Wall when he returns to the Desperate Realm.

Of course, he could also leave his body and follow the scepter to pray, but Charles was not very clear whether his spirit could enter the normal-sized room at the moment.

And staying in the mountains is not a big deal...

After making some decisions secretly, he started graffiti again.

Excluding direct strength, he also has many abilities in the side that can be enhanced.

Whether it is the revolver drawings that were considered yesterday, or the traces obtained from the Archangels related to dreams.

The power of cards controlling fate, Shire feels that he should pay attention to it even if he has time. He feels that the potential for the development of fate abilities should be very strong.

"Finally, there is enchantment."

Thinking of this, there are quite a lot of things.

Shire knocked on the forehead and felt that he should practice his dream ability even though he could, so that he would have enough time to do these things.

"Then now..."

I stood up and was about to enter the ice and fire, but suddenly I saw the gloomy snowy environment outside the window, two figures left here one after another.

The one in front was obviously middle-aged Prince Patrick, and the one behind him was his follower. At this moment, he was walking in a hurry and was surrounded by the prince, as if explaining something.

"It seems like I've eaten it?" Seeing this, Charles couldn't help but touch his chin.
Chapter completed!