The sunset bloomed with the last ray of gorgeous colors and disappeared, and the silver crescent moon dotted in the sky gradually became brighter.

The darkness before the night fell enveloped the entire manor, and the servants were waiting for the return of the master here, but they might have encountered "overtime" situation. Earl Corlandston was one hour later than usual and had not yet returned.

"It must be because your brother beat the prince." In the living room downstairs, the fat Mrs. Kelanston sighed like this and the brown-haired boy sitting opposite the sofa.

"What should I say? Alas, Baby Charles is so impulsive..."

Although a very serious attempted kidnapping occurred this morning, this can only dilute the existence of something and will not completely cover it up.

Among the parties involved, one was the son of an important minister of the kingdom and the other was the royal prince of the kingdom. The two clashed to the point of touching each other. Although Charles had always seemed calm, this matter was not a trivial matter.

At this moment, the upper nobles of Dulin have already known this matter. Naturally, the Kelanston family will not be unaware of it.

"This is a strange appointment, Joseph, he is really, really annoying!"

Allen stumbled and defended: "And my brother is also for me..."

"What a simple child." The fat lady looked at him pity and said nothing, and asked instead: "Where has your brother been?"

"At, upstairs, I don't know what to do." Allen replied, then thought for a while, and plucked up the courage to add, "My brother is standing up for me, and I have this matter, I will have one."

"It depends on what the royal family thinks."

"The royal family cannot be unreasonable"

"Oh my God, baby Allen, your elder brother is the one who starts the game first."

"But Joseph cursed me first!"

"He scolds you? This is not what is spreading now." As he said that, the fat lady asked curiously: "Baby Allen, what did he scold you?"

"This..." Allen blinked, looking at the stepmother in front of him, and was embarrassed to say it.

...

The dim light enveloped the entire bedroom, no light existed, and no noise came.

The closed windows blocked all the sounds outside. The servants of the manor were busy on the first floor. No one went upstairs at this moment. They seemed to avoid a certain young master who had been in trouble again.

But this is actually what Charles likes to see.

At this moment, he was sitting quietly at the desk in front of the window, fiddling with a white puppet the size of a palm with his hands.

The cloth strip sign of a famous toy store in the Royal City of Poulso was wrapped around the doll. After being dragged down by Charles, he threw it aside.

Then he made some contributions to the white puppet.

Breaking the belly, inserting the card, sewing the "wound" with needles and thread, then writing a secret text, chanting a spell and imprinting...

The darkness around him could not hinder his precise movements. After everything was finished, Charles placed the doll in his hand on the table in front of him and placed it with another black doll.

...

The sudden enemy has many secrets.

For example, her identity as the son of the gods, and the secret party she went to attend soon.

For example, is she a sperm patient, or has two souls, or is she completely two people.

For example, how she ignored her blinding talent.

For example, how did she ignore the church and gain the power of the gods.

All kinds of doubts mixed together seemed to be a big mystery, but—

"The secret of the dead is of no value."

Murmuring, the steel dagger in his hand rotated, and he held the black puppet's neck suddenly nailed by Charles!

[You launched the dismemberment curse, targeting Seaja. Hugo]

...

Although there are many things worth exploring on the other party, relatively speaking, Charles feels that she is more threatening.

He didn't want to be on guard against such elusive assassinations all day in the main world.

So Charles decided to use a dismemberment curse to deal with her, causing her to die in her brain, or the various organs below her neck would not work at all.

This only requires the curse to take effect, and in a few minutes, she will definitely be unable to survive.

"only……"

After the Eye of Reality floated past, there was no prompt for successful killing.

Charles frowned, a little unsure.

"Is it because it's too far away to feel it? Or is it not killed?"

This was a very uneasy thing, but he didn't think much about it.

At present, all he can use is this dismemberment curse, so if this cannot take effect, it will be useless to think about it.

He pulled the dagger off the table and "brutally" dismembered the black mutt. He then looked at the white mutt beside him.

"You are too incomprehensible, I can't tell the difference, I'm really sorry."

As he murmured, he nailed the dagger in his hand to the table along the white doll's neck.

[You launched the dismemberment curse, targeting Seaja. Hugo]

...

Still the same prompt as before, Shire ignored this.

After the curse was finished, he picked up the secret paper that had been prepared on the side, and then wrapped the two puppets in it.

Under the slightly high-pitched spell, orange flames ignited, illuminating the darkness around them, and also contrasting the young face of Charles with some uncertainty.

Watching quietly as the burning cloth products on the floor gradually turned black and gray, ignoring the repair of a few days, a big hole was burned out again. Charles turned his head and looked at the sky outside, and then stopped hesitating.

As soon as the thought moved, a silver gate that was faintly carved with angels and demons slowly emerged.

The angel soared in the clouds, holding a spear, pointing directly to the earth's world where the demonic black smoke raged.

The hideous werewolf, the witch wearing a hat, the face of a dead tree... the cheeks of various ghosts faintly embellish the surface of the door.

The gate is from illusion to real, with clear light blooming on the edge, as if welded it into the air of the main world. As it continues to condense, the various patterns carved on it appear more and more vivid.

This was the first time that Charles saw this new door and looked at it curiously.

But just like the world of Songs of Ice and Fire, the patterns on this door are just decorations, and seem to be of no use.

"It's quite realistic."

This thought flashed through his mind, and Charle no longer hesitated. He held a bag of "stolen goods" and twisted the door handle that was also made of silver. After a strange click, the silver door was opened.

Shire then stepped into it.

However, after entering this time, he did not immediately feel that special feeling of suspension, but stood behind the door, which was rippling by the clear light and suddenly stopped.

The surroundings are basically made up of light, and nothing can be seen. Behind you is the passage connecting the manor bedroom. When you turn around, you can also see some situations in the bedroom behind the door.

The Charles standing there did not encounter something, but suddenly felt that they had a choice - the Song of Ice and Fire, or the Force of Evil?

No one said that to him, but he suddenly felt that he could make a choice here.

"Can you choose here? I thought it was only through the ring..."

After thinking about it, he made a decision. Then his eyes became dark and lit up again.

...

Maybe in the blink of an eye, he appeared in another world.

The dizziness after the shuttle was rippling in my mind, as if I was drunk, "the aftertaste is long".

The originally slightly dull air around me suddenly became cool and even cold.

The black clouds surging in the sky seemed endless. From the front of you to the end of your sight, everything you saw was covered by clouds, covering the sky and the sun, making the world here dark like hell.

At this moment, Charles stood on the edge of a cliff. Looking around, the vast snow-colored plains on the ground under his feet were quietly shrouded under the dark snowy sky. At the end of the plain was an endless forest in snow, without any greenness, and the dead branches were decorated with white snow, which looked quite cold.

A military camp stood quietly at the hillside at the foot of her feet, and the heavy snow in the sky kept burying, making the bulges look like they were about to be swallowed by the snow.

"Why did those soldiers come back?"

“What happened here?”

He was puzzled and glanced around him.

From the battle a long time ago, the traces of the burning dragon flames are still vaguely visible, but they have basically been covered by heavy snow.

There is no corpse of a dragon, no three-eyed crow, and no place worth noting.

Here, there is nothing but snow.

Just as he was thinking about this, Charles's gaze suddenly stopped.

He saw a brown and yellow scepter buried in a snow pile.
Chapter completed!