"The next thing we are going to talk about is the seven abilities that are commonly used by the Salem witches. Many special abilities have appeared in the history of the Salem witches. However, those unique talents belonging to the witches are gifted by nature, not the true inheritance of our Salem series. Relatively speaking..."

In the pure white Witch Academy in New Orleans, the principal Cordelia is standing in a bright conference room, giving lectures to several witch apprentices in front of him.

However, only one or two people concentrate on listening to the lectures.

A beautiful black girl was sitting obediently on the left. A fat black girl was eating melon seeds while listening.

The remaining two slim blonde girls were looking around, but they were always not watching lectures.

The ugly girl stared out the window, looking at the villa next to her from time to time.

"What kind of climate can these guys become?"

An outsider in the classroom sighed secretly.

The pointed chin witch in a purple skirt followed a group of apprentices to make up for the numbers, looking disdainful while listening to the class.

Whether it is strength or talent, these young witches can't catch her eyes at the moment.

In terms of strength, Rowena felt that just these people could fool them with one hand.

And talent?

Although all the natural witches are very talented and abilities, it really takes a lot of effort to make them look like they are in a state of great success, as far as the learning attitudes of these little guys are concerned, it really takes a lot of effort to make them look like they are.

After contacting this period of time, the witches have a very bad personality, and even Rowena, who claims to be a senior witch, can't stand it.

"If I hadn't been waiting for that guy who disappeared, I would have watched you idiots here."

She muttered secretly that when she saw that several female students didn't give the principal a lot of face, she simply stopped pretending, took out cosmetics from her small bag, and then patted and put on makeup in the dressing mirror.

Since Charles disappeared from the Witch School, Rowena, who had asked for him, has thought about leaving here, but after thinking about it, he was still unable to leave.

The main reason was that she had been wandering for decades and had not yet untie the seal on her body. Now she finally encountered a hope. Although it disappeared, it might appear again, so she stayed in the witch school.

Looking at the scenery here all day, or hanging out with these young witches, life is considered leisurely and comfortable.

Relatively speaking, her good friend Fiona was still looking for the existence of a clerk with the dazed angel.

They have achieved some results, such as the grand divination that they had been planning before, but now the time is ripe. They are taking a group of witches to a suitable place to start the ceremony.

The young witches who stayed were too weak, and it was useless to get involved, while Rowena was completely uninterested.

Or, in this matter, she was only interested in Charles.

"What a pity."

Gliding at his "beautiful" appearance in the mirror, the pointed chin witch sighed melancholy.

"When will my destiny prince appear again...?"

The words were filled with sadness at the beginning, but when they arrived, they suddenly hesitated. Looking straight ahead, the witch with a pointed chin blinked, then suddenly stood up, and her tone was excited, "Charles!"

It’s a pity that Luo Wenna didn’t know this proverb, otherwise she would have sighed like this.

Her reaction shocked Charle, who had just teleported behind the female principal, and looked at the other party, wondering when this guy was so familiar with him?

So excited?

As soon as the thought flashed, the female principal in front of him turned around in a hurry, then looked at Charles and his eyes widened, "You—"

She also seemed very surprised, just like the female students around the long table behind her, her faces were stunned.

But after Shire glanced at it, he talked about the main business.

"Is Cassidio there?"

"Cassidio and Fiona went to the suburbs near the red-leaf woods. They were holding a rally to do divination." Although shocked, the female principal still answered quickly and then frowned.

"Where have you been? Fiona and the others have been looking for you for a long time but haven't found anyone."

"Go out for a walk." Charles shrugged, "I'll go find them, thank you for the news."

"Wait!"

Seeing that this guy seemed to be planning to leave again, the witch with her pointed chin who stood up hurriedly stepped on her high heels and stared at her.

Unfortunately, after she finished speaking, the young man in casual clothes disappeared into the classroom, and he could be said to have come and gone in a hurry.

Before she could think about it, under the strange gaze of the people around her, Rowena hurriedly carried her small bag and ran away from the witch school with her little bag - she was about to chase after her.

Until the classroom door was slammed and closed, the young witches watching were still unresponsive.

"What just happened?"

The fat black girl sitting in her upper left hand had not yet eaten melon seeds. She had a thick lips and was under the conscious eye to Zoe, who was black and straight beside her.

However, the other party was also confused about this.

...

If possible, Charles actually wanted to ask what happened.

When he left the evil power, he clearly remembered that he was in a study room in heaven.

However, after he relied on the crystal ball to shuttle into the evil power, he suddenly realized that he had appeared in a suburb of Louisiana, USA.

Maybe there is no such thing as "archive" after leaving this world, so it appears here randomly.

Charles was depressed for a moment and then had to face up to a question - where should he find God?

This problem once troubled him in the early stages of the evil power, and now it is a matter that must be solved. Otherwise, whether it is the Sheding who can make his spiritual body grow, or the sister of God, they all belong to the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water.

He first thought of finding the author who wrote "Winchester Gospel".

However, after searching online and following the address I asked, I found that the author's home was empty.

That is, God has abandoned His writer's vest.

There was no way, he could only think about contacting his former acquaintances to see if they had any news.

It’s just a pity that he didn’t know where his cell phone was thrown away, so it was very troublesome for him to contact an acquaintance.

The only thing that can be determined at the moment is the location of the witch school and the scope of activities of American hunters.

Thinking that contacting Cassidio, the angel, should be better than contacting a group of American hunters who are ordinary people, Charles robbed a car and rushed over.

Then the above scene happened.

This entry is quite special and there are time limits.

Only ten days.

So Charle's current actions are extremely fast. After hearing the news, he left school without hesitation and drove to his destination quickly.

He ignored the middle-aged and old witch who was driven out from behind the witch school.

...

Things went smoothly, and even went too far.

When he arrived at the mangrove site where the ceremony was held, he first discovered the gray coated angel.

At this moment, he was confronting a little old man with messy hair.

With his eyes turned away, the Eye of Destiny allowed Charles to learn about the old man's identity - also an angel named Metatron.

The woods were covered with green shade, and female figures around the two collapsed to the ground. The witches who seemed to be performing divination rituals, but at this moment they were all in a coma.

Charles was a little surprised. Although he had been away from here for a long time, he still remembered what Cassidio and his party were doing.
Chapter completed!