"Who directed you to attack Mr. Colanston?"

The gentle words as before give people a feeling of spring breeze, but the eyes of the Worthy monk at this time were extremely cold, as if they were frozen into the bone marrow.

The church that Charles had just joined, someone attacked him in broad daylight, and was still so close to the church. I have to say that this was a slap in the face.

"I, I am affiliated with the Grey Squirrel in the city. It was our boss who asked us to teach him a lesson. It was just a lesson, and there was no other purpose."

The servant in blue stuttered and said that these locals were much more awe-inspiring than Charles in front of him.

Grey Squirrel?

The two monks frowned in disgust.

They hate all darkness, and it is natural that this kind of underground gang is no exception. It is just that existence is reasonable. Sometimes the help this gang organization can provide is greater than that of the official, so they do not kill them all.

So the monk Ossey turned to look at Charles: "The church does not participate in such trivial matters, but I think the Police Department will give you an explanation."

He still said gently, looking very kind. But Charles couldn't forget what happened during the purification before. When the weirdo was tortured to the point of being unhuman, he laughed the happiestly.

"Maybe it's my turn one day." Thinking of what he had learned, Charles was secretly alert, and nodded honestly on the surface.

He thought the matter might have been left out, but the monk Ossi seemed to be preparing to give his new partner a gift. After saying that, he actually wrote a letter on the spot and handed it over to a priest who asked him to take the servant in blue to the police station.

Although this may be a means to win over people's hearts, it has to be said that this guy is really good at doing things. Charles' impression of him has changed.

Since he didn't need to cooperate with anything, Charles simply waited for the result, so he said goodbye to the two monks and rode towards his house in a black carriage.

However, he didn't expect that, as soon as he arrived home, the result was already in front of him.

"Sir Kelanston, good noon." The bald sheriff who had once run over came, forcing her to stand up from the sofa in the living room with a smile and greeted Charles in the room.

"What? Are you asking me again?" Charles glanced at him, ignoring his love. He took off his coat and hung it on the door hanger as he asked.

"I dare not, I brought someone to confess my guilt."

Hearing this, Charles stopped and then turned around and looked at him carefully before he found a large man kneeling in a tied kneeling on the cover of the sofa beside him.

The big guy had a straight face, but his eyes were as small as a mouse, his hands were tightly tied, his face was pale, and he could barely show a pleasing smile when he looked at Charle.

"Grey Squirrel Gang?" Charles asked tentatively, so he nodded quickly.

This made Charles look a little dazed. When he looked at the bald sheriff standing aside with a nervous look, he felt like he was a different life.

The Grey Squirrel Gang has a certain relationship with the current sheriff. Charles knew about this from the female detective Zoe, because she was the one whom she provoked when she was investigating the sheriff, and Charles then kicked it in.

But he didn't expect that the sheriff named Wyer Rosen would bring someone to "take the blame" himself?

Should we be surprised by the influence of the church, or the intimacy between a sheriff and a gangster?

A series of thoughts flashed through secretly, and Charles said casually: "Since the main culprit has been caught, then it's just a normal trial. What's the use of finding me?"

"The director has spoken. Unless you speak, this kid must be severely punished." The bald sheriff said with a pleasing look on his face. He looked very respectful on the outside, but he was very unwilling to accept it in his heart.

Why did a person who had already failed to survive on the verge of success in a blink of an eye and "turn to the light"?

This is really unexpected.

"No, I'm just a minion, I haven't even inherited the title yet."

Charles' light words made his complexion even more bitter.

"It's a matter of time." He hurriedly said.

"This is true," Charles snorted, "but I still remember someone who said it to me. It's not too late to say it when you inherit the title... Who said this?"

"I……"

"So do you think it's better for me to inherit the title earlier, or not?"

The bald sheriff was speechless.

Seeing that he became so cowardly, Charles curled his lips in disappointment, sat on the sofa opposite, and crossed his legs and said, "You are so ugly. I'm actually too lazy to talk to you, but if you tell me who instructs you, then our grudges will be eliminated."

"No one instructed me, but we received the alarm..."

"hehe."

"The policeman reported to you was also the clue he provided..."

"Well, since you still have the attitude of waiting for you to inherit the title and then say this, then we have nothing to say. Of course, I don't really know what you are afraid of. You know, I'm just a destitute noble."

"You have a bright future, so don't be as familiar with me. I'm actually just enforcing the law."

The bald man secretly cursed the eighteen generations of Shahr's ancestors, and on the surface he had to smile.

However, Charles just shrugged casually, and simply said nothing, playing with his fingernails, glanced at someone kneeling on the ground with a look of appearance.

Seeing this, the sheriff gritted his teeth and decided to divert the hatred value.

"I'm really not sure what you want to ask. I didn't have much purpose for you last time. It's just that our director said, let me explore your background."

"So you intentionally angered me?" Shire was successfully distracted.

"This... I can't help myself."

"I can't help but take advantage of even a cowardly little girl?"

"this……"

After constantly asking questions, the bald sheriff's face looked very embarrassed. Charles felt that it was almost done, so he suddenly put away his dandy spirit, sat upright, and said with a serious look: "Okay, I probably understand your determination to apologize. Let's do this. If you help me, we can be considered as making friends."

"Then my cousin..." He pointed to his squinting eyes that had been kneeling on the ground beside him.

"Since you are a friend, there will naturally be no grudges, do you think?"

In his heart, the Bald Sheriff was very unhappy to help the hateful little devil in front of him, but he had no room for anything he had said before. He either asked for the understanding of this guy or sent the Grey Squirrel to the prison for a few years.

It is really not particularly serious for a few years, but my cousin's Grey Squirrel Gang will definitely not be able to ask for it anymore. This is a very serious loss for the Bald Sheriff.

That's why he was so humble.

Otherwise, she would be just a distant cousin, haha...

"We will do our best to do whatever you want to do." He said this, secretly hoping that Charles would not say anything that would make him embarrassed.

However, this seems unlikely.

"It's very simple. I'm going to go to Canyon Town tomorrow. You send a team of police officers to accompany me, otherwise I'll be alone, which is a bit miserable. What do you think?"

Hearing this, the bald sheriff's face looked a little gloomy. Just about the matter, it was indeed not difficult, but behind this...

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "I think that's the case. You are a dignified baron, so you must have some pomp."

"Yes, you see, this matter is actually quite simple and not difficult. I have never made things difficult for my friends."

"Hahaha..." The bald sheriff laughed dryly.

The matter was resolved, and after a few more greetings, the bald sheriff took his cousin who had said nothing from beginning to end and left in a hurry. It seemed that he was anxious to go back and report the results and then completely resolve the matter.

Watching them leave in shame, Charles thought.

Although there will be many inconveniences to join this church and may encounter a self-immolation crisis in the future, it seems that it is not entirely a bad thing at the moment...

That bald man, after all, is a sheriff. In addition to the director and deputy director of the Peeta City Police Department, the largest number of sheriffs, is a big tyrant. Are there any prominent figures everywhere you go?

As a result, I just ran here like a grandson and apologized...

"This tiger skin is quite big."

He murmured, and he suddenly became alert again.

"Before practicing the three-piece camouflage set, I must not cast undead spells in the world in front of the door to avoid being noticed!"

Thinking of this, Charles secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there are those three magics. Otherwise, let alone those who burn themselves but not themselves, the chances of being discovered are particularly high.

As for giving up?

Charles never thought that since he summoned Skeleton One while in prison, he had no way out.

The arrow is not turned back, and it is useless to give up now. The dark history is there, and it is also a word for death when it is discovered.

It’s better to continue practicing, maybe it will be of some help when the incident happens in the future.

I can only hope that this concealment will last longer...

As for self-immolation?

That was actually just Charles' own guess, but no one, or any book, said that there was a spell conflict or self-immolation.

Then there is nothing to hesitate, just be careful.

Thinking secretly, Charles did not notice that the servants couldn't help but take a look at his gaze.

Sheriff Rosen is in Peeta City, and he is ruthless in his style and does everything he wants to handle cases.

His reputation is not bad, but it is not very good. In addition, he has a unclear relationship with the local gang, so he is a very difficult person for ordinary people to mess with.

However, who would have thought that he was so humble in front of this person?

"Young Master Charles is less than 17 years old, right?"

"Yes, I just got an adult..."

"Virus Russell's second son is as old as him. Yesterday I saw him walking out of Old Jack with his pockets covered, and I thought he had lost a lot of gold pounds."

As they said that, they looked at each other for a while and felt that people were incomparable.

Viscount Russell is very rich, and can even be said to be the richest man in Pita. He opened a winery, set up a steel factory, and founded a tailor chain. It is said that he also has shares in the Third Bank of Dulin, and he can be said to be a real big shot.

Relatively speaking, his sons were much more overshadowed. The eldest son joined the Royal Navy for many years and had never heard of any name. The second son was wandering around every day, either gambling or prostitution. A whole noble playboy was despised by the people of Pita, including them.
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