The church preaches that the concept of hell demons acting is completely different from that of normal humans. It seems that evil, dark, and even disgusting are what demons like the most.

At the beginning, Charles suspected that these were throwing dirty water into the hostile camp. After all, in his previous life, creatures like demons had been a little whitewashed.

However, the memory of a fifth-level vampire and the demon hunting mission he performed a long time ago made Shir clearly know that the demons in this world even have the power of darkness. Although they are not as exaggerated as the church preaches, they are not a good person.

The fat Count who was mixed with these demons, and even the underground party behind him, was obviously not a good thing.

Of course, Charles felt that he was not a good thing, so he was not qualified to despise others, but this did not affect his own behavior.

Simply put, if the Fat Earl was in danger in front of him, Charles might have been thinking about all kinds of feelings to help, but except for him, the others would be Xie Jingbumin.

"The Dulin official who introduced harsh tax policies is outrageous, and the underground party that encourages ordinary citizens is even less kind."

Looking at the direction of the Tower of Polso outside the window, the various magical brilliances flashed faintly, Charles narrowed his eyes.

It is not clear what role Fat Earl played in this, but since he did not appear in front of him, Charles would assume that this matter had nothing to do with him. Otherwise, he would still be able to help.

For example, go to the church and call out the cold winter night.

This ability cannot affect the powerful existence, but it can hold back the church's large amount of manpower. At the same time, due to the talent of fate, it is impossible for the church to find the source of the magic to cast its spells.

Just now...

Finally, he took a look at the hazy scene. Although he was not sure what the situation was now, Charles did not pay attention to it anymore.

Unfortunately, it seems that this matter has nothing to do with him for the time being, but in fact it is not.

Half an hour after Charles returned to the manor, a dark red mist suddenly expanded from the location of the tower and spread around it. It was like a "nuclear bomb" that he remembered. After it appeared, it quickly spread and even affected a street in front of the manor!

You know, the manor is nearly one kilometer away from Piazza Napole.

After that, there was no other sound in that direction, but soon a large number of people in the church began to be active in all directions of the city.

At the same time, all the existing managers were summoned by the church, so in the afternoon of that day, the entire Dulin King Capital was taken over by the church.

The people from the city guards cooperated with the monks to search door-to-door, whether it was poor, middle-class or noble families, or even the Corranston Manor, and a large number of monks in black began to appear in front of ordinary people.

The manor was panicked and the sound was loud.

When Charles, who was just raising his hands on the upper floor, saw his stuttering brother sitting on the sofa with a blank look on his face, with a note on his knees, while his fat stepmother shouted at the servants in front of him.

"Before the exact news, no one dares to conclude that the master is really missing like everyone else. If you can't find it, you have to look for it. Haven't you seen what the servants of the Mason's house next door did? Go and look for it! Don't come back if you don't find the master!!"

The servants did not dare to refute, and they all went out after hearing this.

However, they obviously could only do useless work. The square demon was related to the Fat Earl, and the traps arranged under the square were obviously not something ordinary people could hide. He kept a letter of farewell in advance.

Charles speculated that the fat Count had already escaped.

"Brother, is my father really missing with the others?"

Looking at Charles sitting opposite him, the brown-haired boy wrote the line on his notes.

He talks in trouble, so he usually uses this method when he encounters something he is eager to express.

Looking at the slightly sloppy line of words that seemed to be ugly because of trembling, Charles raised his eyes and comforted: "Let's relax, he won't be able to do anything."

This is his truth. Charles didn't believe that before such a big mess, the smiling tiger did not find a way out for him.

He had now guessed that the Fat Earl had originally planned to plan for the church to put away the crowds to be a fisherman, just like him.

However, the two goals are different.

Charles is for the necromancer, and Fat Earl is for the royal family and nobles, or all obstacles from the underground party—

A carefully planned beheading operation.

This plan is simple and direct, but Charles is very puzzled how they should avoid the anger of the church after they do such a thing.

"It's a pity that they didn't get the things, and it seems that they took the blame for me."

He muttered secretly that Charles was not as calm as he was, and he was even nervous.

He was actually quite worried about whether he would be exposed, and therefore, he did not enter another world to solve the existing problems. Instead, he stayed outside and listened to the church's movements.

This involves whether he can continue to stay in this world.

In fact, when the world of the Song of Ice and Fire is synchronized with the main world's time, it means that Shire can enter that world at any time without time limit.

In other words, it is completely feasible that he has been staying in the Song of Ice and Fire at this moment.

There, Charles could be a god, and here, he seemed to be just a shameless noble child.

But despite this, Charles did not give up on his plan here.

The power of fate in my body has not yet figured out the specific origin, and my sister Anne's affairs have not been resolved.

The shuttle door has not been upgraded, and I am not sure whether I can truly get rid of the main world in the future.

Also, his Sun Son talent needs to be improved by the church - although this improvement seems to be risky, it also has sufficient benefits.

After all, it is the inheritance of gods, and it is not something you can give up just by giving up.

But if it really comes to a last resort, Charles has to do that.

...

Time passed quietly, and it was probably the most chaotic day in the city of Polso in the past century that quietly came to dusk.

The chaos outside did not end at this moment, and it seemed that there was a tendency to be intensified. The church people were searching and chasing something. A large number of ordinary people were huddled at home for fear of causing trouble, but those who lost their relatives could not calm down and ran to the streets to find all possibilities aimlessly.

Of course, some mice that are catching fish in troubled waters are also inevitable.

The same is true in the Corlandon Manor, the servants were panicked. Mrs. Corlandon was so angry that she couldn't even care about the hairstyle that had been carefully cared for in the past. At this moment, her hair was disheveled, and she looked like a shrew.

Cheer's younger brother Allen kept drinking tea, but he never saw him go to the bathroom all afternoon, which surprised Charles.

Fierce, panic, calm.

Two young men were sitting on the sofa in the living room, and a fat lady was walking around in the living room. The three owners in the manor had different postures, and time kept passing under such a slightly strange situation.

Finally, the arrival of a team of black-robed monks interrupted the unique atmosphere here. The leading middle-aged monk looked at Charles who turned his head on the sofa with a serious face, and said in a cold tone: "Charle Corlandston, the Archbishop asked you to come over."
Chapter completed!