【She may be a nun】

【She has a very delicate position on this island】

【She is about 25-35 years old】

【Her body is covered with unknown energy】

【She is slightly hostile to you】

...

A long copper-red hair is flowing, and the eyes are like two red jadeites. It is covered with a hint of water in the rosy colour, which is in harmony with the scarlet gem collar of the wearer on the slender neck.

A smiley at the corner of his mouth, a delicate heart-shaped face looks pleasing to the eye, and his figure is proud and criminal under his fiery red robe.

This lady named Melisandra looked about thirty years old, like a ripe peach, which made people want to pounce on her and take a bite at first sight.

But the first sentence she said made Charles feel less beautiful.

"I once suggested that Your Majesty shoot you to death before you climb Dragon Stone Island." She opened and closed her mouth and uttered this sentence lightly, her face still had a smile on her face.

"I don't seem to know you, right?" As he said that, Charles looked at her vigilantly.

The woman's dazzling appearance is very confusing, but if I remember correctly, she seems to be an old woman?

The woman in red robe naturally could not guess Charles' inner thoughts. She answered the question irresponsible: "You are dark, like a servant of a strange god, but you do justice, and the flames told me that there is no darkness, only an unknown fog."

"So you changed your mind in the end?"

"No, his Majesty he didn't agree." The woman in red robe responded calmly, looked at Charles with deep eyes and asked, "No one can make that kind of curse without paying the price. What have you paid?"

"The price?" Charles thought for a moment and said, "I almost shouted that it was smoking, do you count?"

Without a response, the woman in red robe looked at him deeply, then turned around and left.

Just leave like this?

Charles was confused by her inexplicable behavior, but then he had no time to think about this problem. He turned around and saw that there was a stone corridor somewhere in the castle. Not far away was the towering mountain peak, and the group of people at the pier were still vaguely visible below.

"How should I go?"

Charles was a little speechless. Just as he was considering whether to go back to find Ed and his party, a servant came over.

"Sir, the goddess wants me to arrange a place for you,"

"goddess?"

"Ms. Melisandra is the closest servant of the True God. We call her that in private." As he said that, the maid looked admiring, which made Charles, who had originally thought that the little maid looked quite beautiful, immediately looked away in disappointment.

He felt that he could not communicate much with these "crazy believers". He either pretended to be a ghost or had a brain disease.

"Is there any normal person on this island?"

Walking in the cumbersome castle courtyard, he complained secretly.

The bald Stannis was very annoying. His big-eared wife shouted at Charles like a lunatic, let alone the fat clown who was buckled on her head with a funny bucket at the beginning...

The one who was wearing red and talking in a sensation just now seemed to be unable to communicate normally, and she was most likely from Grandma Charzu, so he felt quite awkward when he thought of this.

At the moment, the young maid with a few freckles on her nose had no youthful vitality at all, but was as regular as a mechanical one.

Apart from being a little active when talking about her god, she was basically silent for the rest. Shire couldn't do it if he wanted to inquire about the basic situation of the island.

Charles was a little "worry" for the old dire wolf. As the saying goes, the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked, and his experience in this journey has proved nothing in silence - the legitimate heir of the Seven Kingdoms seems not a "normal person".

"Baldness is likely to be due to genetics..."

He secretly complained that the maid had already brought him to a room.

It is located on the third floor of the castle. Looking around, the room is not big overall, but it looks clean and tidy. There is a double window facing the door and rushing out of the castle, and the surging sea comes into view.

Shire is quite satisfied with this. He seems to have a good rest here after spending many days of traveling.

As for Ed and the others, there was no need for him to worry about. Although the atmosphere was very delicate when he was in the port, Charles could see that it was just the two lords who were establishing some status relationship.

Of course, due to the serious and dull personality of both of them, this certainty seems not very smooth to others.

"So what should I do next?" After the maid retreated, Charle collapsed on the bed and glanced at the shuttle door. There were about five days left.

Shire didn't want to waste this, so he took out his notebook tucked into the inside of his boots.

When he was on the boat, he studied the contents of the notes when he had time. However, due to the limitations of conditions, he could not really practice anything except memorizing the spells.

In the notebook, in addition to the two spells that Shire knew, there are four other records—

The undead whispered, the eyes of resentment, the touch of fatigue, and blood is returned to blood.

In addition to blood and blood, these four spells are probably similar to the revival of bones. Charles feels that it won't take long if he learns it

However, he still said that, due to the limitations of conditions, he could not start practicing.

Because these spells all involve corpses.

"It would be strange if everyone learns this kind of magic without everyone shouting and beating." Thinking of his various experiences opposite the shuttle door, Shahr was speechless.

However, he did not have the idea of ​​giving up on practicing. Although it was not a good method, the only thing he had was these, and he had no choice at all - the purification spell given by the church was purely a scam.

"But it seems that the woman in red robe can do magic..."

"How did the bald man know that I used my hair to make dolls?"

As he thought about it, he flipped over the page recording the four spells and looked at the back of the notebook.

Ghost Mask, the tongue of oath, the scapegoat.

It is similar to the four spells above. If you practice these three, you can't escape death. However, unlike those spells, these three spells do not require dead bodies, but spirits!

Spirituality, spiritual light, soul, in short, is that kind of thing.

Practicing these three spells requires a large number of dead souls, and there is no other way.

Moreover, it is very difficult to practice and requires a lot of souls.

The effects of these three spells are probably not usually used, and even a normal spellcaster may never need to be used. However, Shire cannot ignore them, because these three spells are the basis for whether he can truly conceal his own practice of black magic.

[Before the psychic carnival, our number had shrunk to less than 100 people. It was not until Ms. Feilis led the psychic faction to study the three spells of pseudo-spirits that our rapid decline was curbed. Therefore, we should always remember that Ms. Feilis was led by...]

It is obvious that the reason why this note and the faction represented behind it were not destroyed under the huge scale of the church was these three disguised spells.

The ghost mask can make him look majestic and bright under the brilliance of the spell, while the tongue of oath can ignore any oath and punishment after violating the oath.

The stolen devil is punished on behalf of the host when he is not in use in some cases.

With the research, Charles felt that if he had learned these three spells, he probably wouldn't have to worry about his identity as a "necromancer".

Although he has the unknown characteristics of not being discovered to practice black magic, it is not safe, and he doesn't know what it is.

Maybe it will be useless one day.

Therefore, it is imperative to practice these three magics.

This is also the main reason why he proposed to join Ed's family war.

"It's a pity that I won't get to the place for a while."

Sighing secretly, Charles opened the last few pages, but only saw a blank article.

He didn't think this was really blank, because from time to time, the blank page would float out like a floating corpse in the sea, with dark texts.

Then before I could watch it, the dark font "splashed back to the deep sea" again. It was a bit like a group of fish that showed their heads and breathed air under the sea, and it seemed like they were sealed by some magic.

"What is the mysterious thing?"
Chapter completed!