Charles finally waited until the song of ice and fire that he entered after dinner.

At first, although he stayed in his room, it was inevitable that the servant would run over. It would be bad if he couldn't see people at that time. After all, the time of the other world is synchronized with the main world, which is different from before.

Moreover, during the day, the world behind the door is at night. Although he can change the climate and astronomical phenomena of the Song of Ice and Fire, he cannot reverse the black and white.

"So I never seem to have to sleep."

The light of the morning light shone through the snow-white plain, making the white earth dazzling. Feeling the warmth flying into the body all the time around, Charles, who was full of energy, breathed comfortably.

As long as there is sunshine, he will basically not be tired. This ability is really unreasonable if he doesn't use it to rush on his way...

"You're really leaving?"

An old voice came from behind, and Charles turned his head to look at him in the dark environment, the three-eyed crow that merged with the beamwood was now looking at him with his only intact dark red eyes.

And beside him, a short forest son, who was tall and had a pair of big ears, was looking at him curiously with her pure golden eyes as big as a deer.

"If there weren't a crow, it would be possible to call birds and not poop. Of course I would hurry back when I had time." Charles replied, and then asked: "Where are you? Stay here all the time?"

"I may leave too." The decayed branches stretched out from the other eye of the three-eyed crow swayed slightly, and he said slowly: "I was originally just staying here to suppress the ancient alien gods, but now that the trouble of the alien gods has been lifted, I have no reason to stay here."

He said, his tone suddenly becoming serious: "It is important to remind you that the aura of the strange god has not completely disappeared, it is just hidden. I don't know where it is now, but recently I clearly feel that its power is undergoing some kind of change. You must believe me, I have been in contact for countless years, and I am very sensitive to its existence."

Shire nodded when he heard this, and said nothing.

Of course he believed in this person, and it was not for other reasons. But he had actually known the changes of the alien god for a long time.

After Charles dealt with the pagan gods in the evil forces, he certainly did not let go of the two old couples who had been "captive" by him. One of the objects of the fusion of the gods of the Winter Solstice was the ancient alien god.

Of course, it is no longer called this name, but the God of Winter.

It doesn’t matter now that winter is cold or cold. No matter how powerful it is, it will only be the life of being a little brother in front of Shire when it is actually hatched.

Even Charles yin hopes that this guy can be more powerful.

Of course, it is impossible to talk to the three-eyed crow. After chatting for a few words, he held the scepter in his left hand and picked up the gray linen sack beside his hand with his right hand and said goodbye.

A hoarse chirping came from the top of his head. A black young dragon saw him rushing down the mountain, jumping down from the top of the mountain peak behind him, hovering high above Shire's head. The thin wings were a little transparent, and there seemed to be sunlight passing through in the hazy way, looking like a large bat attracted by food.

Although it feels like time has passed, it is actually not long. It only takes two months to complete the whole game. In such a short time, of course, this dragon cannot grow much.

And it really has nothing to eat in this cold place.

"What a pity."

He glanced up at the guy and Shire sighed secretly.

If this thing can grow older, he can ride back without rushing with his legs.

"But can it carry these?" Shire couldn't help but think about it when he looked down at the bag of "artifacts" in his hand.

So within a while, the young dragon Zhuogen, who was originally soaring freely in the sky, had to hang objects on his neck with a bitter taste, and began to fly low as he sobbed.

...

The most obvious convenience brought by the time difference between the two places is that it allows Charles to not have to sleep for 24 hours. The sun sets here, and the dawn is barely revealed, without rest.

However, relying on two legs to rush the road, even if it continues, it basically didn't go far all day long. Compared with the half-month journey between Shujiao Mountain and the Great Wall where the Three-eyed Crow is located, it has only just begun.

In fact, there are horses left in the Three-Eyed Crow, but unfortunately, it is inconvenient for him to leave this world, so Charles did not plan to ride a horse.

The last ray of light of the sunset drooped away, and the land of eternal winter fell into a cold and dead silence.

Finally, when he looked at the woods with snow-white "coats" hanging around him, Charles patted the head of the black dragon beside him, and after reminding the little guy, he left this world with relief and was left with only rushing.

...

What would your partner look like?

This is a problem that exists after learning that two people must be together when they go out for a mission.

Although he is usually "busy", Shire occasionally thinks about this when he is bored.

Maybe a female partner?

A knight-type, or melee-fighter? It complements his abilities, just like some interesting novel clips he once remembered?

Maybe it is a funny or taciturn young man of the same age who has a play of conquering his younger brother?

Isn't it a standard version of fat man?

Shire had considered many images and personalities, but he didn't expect that it would be the old man who looked like sleepy and trembling, and seemed to be about to die at any time.

After leaving the ice and fire, the sun in the main world had risen. Charles ran to the church again with the revised manuscript, and finally saw the person in front of him.

The short yellow beard spreads on the chin and has evolved into obvious white beards. The round eyes are sunken, the eye bags are loose, and the nasolabial folds on both sides of the cheeks and the forehead raising lines are very obvious.

Wearing a khaki coat, leaning on a branch-like crutch, and hunching his back, Weidun looked like a certain existence called the suicide squad.

He is so old, so it is not difficult to guess that his hairline is very high, so high that it can be called bald.

"This is Senior Angus Oak."

Siegel, who had been sitting behind the desk in his impression, was standing beside the two of them and enthusiastically introduced: "The Shawen headquarters sent a special partner with you, a veteran witch hunter. I believe you will get along very happily."

Shire nodded when he heard this.

Although it was a bit unexpected, he still respected the elderly and politely reached out to meet him.

However, the old man who was lying on the chair just raised his eyes and completely ignored the hand that was reaching out. Instead, he yawned and muttered: "I'm sleepy, sleep for a while. Remember to wake me up when I leave."

What does this mean?

Shire couldn't help looking at Siegel beside him and found that the man was also embarrassed now.
Chapter completed!