The browned and tender roasted lamb chewed in the mouth looks soft and has a hint of toughness. With the spicy feeling of the special seasoning and the refreshing stimulation of the onion shreds, the absent-minded Charles replayed a little.

He looked down at the roast lamb cut into small pieces on the dining plate, and the real eye hint floated out.

【Meyerslin-style roasted lamb, carefully baked by Alpine chef Cavill】

...

The Corranston Manor did hire a black chef from the High Mountain Country a while ago. Shire was still a little impressed by this. Unexpectedly, the food he made was unexpectedly suitable for his appetite.

"Or are you tired of eating American burgers?"

He muttered secretly, and glanced at the fat Earl with a stern face at the top of the dining table, Charles disregardedly forked a piece of barbecue with a fork and put it in his mouth.

This moment is an hour after he left the shuttle door world.

I planned to use the special spell that the Death God gave him before to summon Death God to ask about the situation, but I didn't have time to let him do that. After just parked his motorcycle in the rental garage, he was pulled back to the main world.

As a result, he had to face a small problem - the consequences of fighting.

...

"If it weren't for the monk Henry who was on duty in Congress, you wouldn't have been able to get through it so easily!"

The fat Count, who had been gloomy for a long time, spoke, but after he finished speaking, the brown-haired Alan, who was sitting opposite Charles, opened his mouth to say something.

But when the fat Count glared at him, he swallowed up what he wanted to say and subconsciously shrank his neck.

The fat Count looked at Charles again: "You can really cause trouble for me!"

"I'm sorry," answered Charles. But judging from his expression, he could not see any apology at all.

If it really causes some trouble to the other party, then Charles will still feel a little embarrassed, but...

Although he looked angry, if you look closely, you will find that the gloomy Earl of Corinthon in front of you seemed to be inexplicably happy?

Relying on the Eye of Reality, as long as he thinks, Charles can detect some subtle details, so although the smiling tiger in front of him looks seamless, he still notices this.

What are you happy with?

Perhaps it was impossible to be happy that Charles beat someone else, so there was only another thing.

"He is indeed related to the kidnapping incident."

He curled his lips secretly, but Charles didn't have much time to pay attention to such an inexplicable problem.

But he still asked

"Is this the matter done?"

"Or else do you want to be driven out of the royal city again?" The fat Count snorted coldly when he heard this: "You are lucky. His Majesty the King has been busy recently and doesn't have much attention to you. In addition, monk Henry--"

Speaking of this, he seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "By the way, he asked me to tell you, go to San Casso Church on time to report on the report at 8 o'clock next Monday morning."

Hearing this, Charles, who was chewing food, stopped and then wondered: "Monday?"

"Yes." Fat Earl replied: "You were arranged to the newly formed Gospel Department of the Church."

He said, looking at Charles with complicated eyes: "Although it doesn't match my expectations, the treatment of the gospel department is pretty good, and there is not much danger. He just needs to go around the kingdom, hoping that you don't make trouble..."

"I'm asking, why is it Monday?" Charles frowned.

It's Wednesday now, and there are still four days left before next week. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow?

Although I was a little resistant to the church, this matter has been delayed for a long time, and it has been...

"How long have I been back?" He turned to look at the blonde maid waiting not far away.

"It's almost a month, young master." The other party hurriedly replied.

Nodding at him, Charles turned to look at Fat Earl, meaning self-evident.

This was not just expressing his dissatisfaction, but his confusion.

Although the identity of the Son of Gods sounds very high-end, there should be many similar people in the church.

There is no need to delay this matter, right?

"The next Monday is the day of God's coming." The other party replied: "It is also the best time to engrave the holy marks."

Shir knew what he said.

Fat Earl didn't mention it, he almost forgot about this. He had a chance to engrave the holy marks for free in the church...

"What can I carve it? There are only a few magical techniques coming and going..."

He thought secretly, and the fat Count said again: "You stayed in the manor honestly during this period and were not allowed to go out!"

"No problem." Charles answered readily.

With a shuttle door, he will be a otakus for the rest of his life without any burden.

But if you remember correctly, three days later, just this Saturday, there seemed to be a special gathering in Oliver Mountain outside the city...

The fat Count looked at him deliberately, as if he was confirming whether he was perfunctory. After not seeing anything, he turned to Allen: "So too, you are not allowed to walk around after school."

As he said that, without waiting for the youngest son who was angry, he added in a slightly serious tone: "It may not be very peaceful recently."

...

All things in the main world seem to be getting weirder, and Shire sometimes thinks about what is behind all this.

However, most of the time he spent reading quietly, ignoring the underground party hidden in the dark, thinking about the secrets of the Son of the Gods, and thinking about the effect of the curse he had cast not long ago.

Many things are like a mess, but only strength is the most fundamental thing.

So when the shuttle door cooled down, Charles rushed in without hesitation.

When he appeared again, he came to the dark courtyard.

On the left is the slowly falling garage roller shutter door, on the right is the deserted street and the quiet houses across the street.

The starry sky above my head was bright, and everything was quiet around me. The lights of the neighbor of Sheriff Jodi's house on the left were still bright. Through the faint light curtains, you can see the middle-aged couple hugging each other and watching TV quietly.

"It should have been dusk..."

Thinking of some special time disorder from the sky, Charles shook his head and walked into the house on the lawn.

He opened the door with the key, changed into slippers, walked to the cloakroom to replace the retro clothes on himself, and then changed to the white T-shirt light jeans he had washed.

After looking down at himself, Charles came to a conclusion.

"Two sets of clothes are not enough, so I should buy a few more sets of clothes."

"There is still a problem with money. There is not much left after renting this house, and now it's almost done..."

"For money from other worlds? It seems to be very troublesome... to grab a bank?"

Thinking about such trivial matters in life, Charles sat on the sofa, crossed his hands in front of him, and suddenly muttered a Latin spell.

Invisible ripples were born here and spread in all directions, and finally passed into the ears of an existence.

So when the spell fell, a gray mist slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

Then the mist dissipated, revealing an old man wearing a black suit and trousers and a haggard face like a zombie.

“Boss.”

He bowed to Charles.

Since becoming the leader of the God of Death, the female God of Death who had previously monitored him has "restored freedom".

Therefore, there is no death around him anymore, and this person should be the death order in charge of Neifu Town. He was attracted by the special spell of summoning the death god.

After nodding at him, Charles asked directly: "What happened to the recycling site outside the town?"

"It's an angel."

The other party responded respectfully: "A very strong angel, which destroyed the house of Bobby Singer, the owner of the recycled field."

"Where is the person inside?"

"Saved by another angel, before the attack came. But that angel might have been seriously injured."

Shir frowned when he heard this and asked again: "Do you know where they went?"

He had called those people before, but they were all shut down, and he didn't know what the situation was.

"Don't know." The black suit Death replied: "Do you need to inform me?"

"Of course." Shire nodded: "Have their exact location, tell me."

"OK."

The old god of death responded, and then couldn't help asking.

"You are going to help them stop the demon door from opening?"

It seems that these gods of death are very clear about the matter between the Winchester brothers.
Chapter completed!