When driving on the streets of Porso in a carriage, you can clearly feel how obviously the atmosphere in the city is different from the past.

The calmness is no longer there, and the number of patrol personnel is increasing day by day, but the pedestrians on the streets do not look like they were before, but are full of uneasiness and hope.

The silent transformation began after many people disappeared and returned.

The old emperor was assassinated, and at this time, all forces were still pursuing the whereabouts of the assassin.

The royal family disappeared, Dulin currently has no qualified heirs, and the several large aristocratic families that supported the royal family to control the entire country were also in turmoil due to the disappearance of a large number of important members.

Under the suppression of the church, this turmoil did not turn into chaos, but there was no secret surging.

People were nervous about the unknown future, but were also grateful for the disappearance of the royal family and the nobles.

For the time being, this city and this country have a church existence and still maintain superficial peace and security.

However, the flames of change quietly ignited, and it was inevitable that the prairie fire would open up peace.

"It is said that the superiors intend to let Prince Cadrell, who was in Chauvin, come back to inherit the throne, but several nobles and some surviving members of the Congress believe that the era of the royal family has passed away. They should completely abandon the old customs and return the rights to the people... The beautiful words are very good. I really hope they are not fooling people."

The carriageman's nagging sound drifted into his ears.

"But what will happen depends on the generals who control the military power. The most important thing is of course General Bobby. I heard that he has set out to return from the colony. I don't know when he will come back. Alas, I hope he can support us ordinary citizens..."

Charles listened quietly without commenting.

But he suddenly thought that if he put the hungry group of people in the Golden Ring back, would he give everyone a surprise?

Or frightened?

This is a very interesting idea, but Charles thinks it is better to let them starve to death.

"Or try to make them White Walkers?" Touching his chin, Charles thought.

He has never really used the ability to transform the ghost since he has obtained the talent of the Black Death God and has not really used it. This is mainly because he has no chance and there is no need.

The monster used to be that kind of monster could pose a certain threat to him, but for him now, it was useless at all.

...

With all kinds of supernatural powers, the transformation of the other world is obviously impossible to be as tea and fire as he remembers. The ordinary people here are angry no matter how angry they are, and the upper class will send a high-level caster to completely destroy them by casting a large-scale spell.

Of course, if there is a church suppression, no one dares to massacre like this, but even if it is suppressed, it is still a luxury for ordinary people to make up for anything.

The church is a good church, and there is no doubt that Charles released some monks instead of leaving them all there.

Although he thought he would have had a fall in love with the church sooner or later, by that day, these ordinary monks would not be able to pose any threat to him.

Charles, who has the shuttle door, has sufficient confidence. If the trouble really hit that day, his enemy will only be the top group of people in the church, and other things are not worth worrying about.

Of course, that is the future and it is an ideal state. For him now, the church is still an insurmountable mountain.

So he still wrote the manuscript honestly, and then ran to the Church of St. Casso to submit the manuscript.

After getting off the carriage, he stomped his feet and sorted out his slightly wrinkled trousers. He then walked towards the magnificent and sacred cathedral with the manuscript he had written with his hard work.

At noon, there were many idle monks here in the past, but now it seems that because of helping to manage the city temporarily, there are only a few kittens, which is quite deserted.

In fact, if you want, the church can completely establish its own country or control and infiltrate ordinary forces.

However, Charles believes that they have no interest in managing the lives of ordinary people.

For extraordinary people, improving their own strength is the fundamental reason, and managing ordinary people takes a lot of time, or it is simply a waste of time.

Along the way, he nodded to several familiar monks. Shir finally came to the Gospel Department, knocked on the door, and then pushed the door open and entered.

The bearded Siegel was reading a manuscript at this time. After Shire handed him his, he did not receive a response immediately, but he finished reading it in a short while.

After picking up Shire's, he looked at it and suddenly asked something irrelevant.

"What do you think about the current situation in Dulin recently?"

"Political situation?"

"Yes, Dulin's political situation, the state's regime has changed." Siegel nodded, with a hint of interest on his face.

It is unclear why he asked this, but Charles still answered truthfully: "Some people want change, some people want to be conservative, just as before, just because the large number of people in power disappeared."

"Then which side do you support?"

"Whatever, it has nothing to do with me."

This made Siegel smile, then shook his head and said meaningfully: "This may not be necessary. I suggest you prepare early."

Shire was a little confused about this, but Siegel did not say much, but kept silent and began to officially read the manuscript in his hand.

After a rough look, he said, "I think the quality is similar to the previous article. You will go out with Bishop Woodley in a week, so..."

He said, picked up a pen and wrote a note, then stamped it with a stamp and pushed it to Charles on the table.

"Get this to the logistics department and you can overdraw 15 contribution points. If you need it, you can exchange for some magical techniques that can be used in this mission."

Shir nodded and thanked.

But in fact, he no longer needs such slow accumulation of exchange points. After all, there are not only necromancers in the golden ring, but also many church monks with higher levels...

"You just said it for a week?" He cared more about this sentence.

"Yes, this is the preliminarily set time."

Siegel replied: "There are many things happening in the city of Porso. We have been in a hurry to be short of staff recently, and even the judge has disappeared. The vice archbishop cannot leave for a while, so he can only delay it, otherwise it will not be so long. Don't worry, if there is any change, I will notify you in advance."

After saying that, he suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead, lowered his head and began to turn it in the drawer: "By the way, the above thinks that the initial results after the establishment of our Gospel Department were completed very beautifully, so he specially rewarded each of our members with a magical technique. If you have time to practice, the effect will be very good."

He said as he handed Charles a thin white paper.

I took it and saw the name Seal of Piousness.

"What is this spell for?"

Shire looked over curiously, and according to custom, it also describes the history and glorious moments of spells in a story form.

"Simply put, release can make your mind more focused and sharp. It has strong auxiliary effects in writing articles and practicing spells."

Siegel replied, his words paused, frowned and warned: "But ordinary people can't practice this magic. You must have a strong trust and devout faith in the church and our Lord."

When Charles heard this, he nodded discontently.

As it turns out, with the existence of another world, that kind of restriction seems to be of no use to oneself.

After chatting for a few more words, he left the Gospel Department with the book and walked towards the logistics direction.

Charles decided to go there and exchange for a spell, otherwise he would be suspicious if he only made contributions.

However, before he could walk a few steps, he felt the ice and fire ring on his left ring finger suddenly tremble.
Chapter completed!