"Rosemary, clover, century-old tree roots, and soil at the intersection..."

In Luanhe City, in the spire, in a room covered with sunshine, a young man held a brown-gray notebook in one hand and gestured with a bunch of various strange objects on the nanmu desktop in the other hand.

Compared with the recipe recorded in the notes, Charles threw this kind of thing that looked no different from ordinary objects into the characteristic wooden barrel used for bathing at hand, with a focused look and ignoring external objects.

At this time, the army in the northern border had already started and hurriedly left the city to support the besieged friendly forces.

Originally, Charles was invited, but he lost interest in it.

Although there were not many enemies in the war last night, many people died that night, mainly because the city was full of chaos at that time, and the enemies, the Frei family members, local evil people, etc., were all taking the opportunity to make trouble in order to seek benefits.

The chaos did not slow down slightly until the early morning. It was estimated that the number of deaths would not be less than 200.

And these two hundred people are completely enough for Charles to learn all the three spells!

So he decided to stay in the city for the time being and not continue to follow the army.

Although some people are more "repentant" about this, naturally no one will care about his decision.

No one would ignore Shire's existence. Even after seeing Shire's "power", many people have regarded him as the ace killer weapon of the North Army.

However, my family knows their own affairs. No matter how famous the reputation is and how strong the deterrent power is, the paper tiger is ultimately a paper tiger.

If he was brave enough to tear apart the terrifying disguise that was shrouded in his appearance, he would suddenly realize that by suddenly attacking two or three ordinary soldiers, the black wizard who was terrified of the seven countries could be brought to justice.

"So, these stupid mortals." Self-entertainment complained, and Charles threw the last wild fig into the bucket.

One night, relying on her extraordinary status in the army, was enough for Charles to collect the materials they needed.

At this time, after this bucket of originally clear "bath water" was thrown into all kinds of messy things, it was like a pot of thick soup that the chef was about to cook. Various objects floated gently, and special colors filled the original clear water, gradually dyeing the originally clear water into turbid gray.

A faintly, bones appeared in the turbid bath water, and bubbles appeared and then sank into the bottom of the bucket. When I suddenly saw it, I thought the witch had carefully prepared poison soup.

This "solid soup" didn't look like a good thing. Charle leaned closer and smelled the smell, then moved his head away with disgust.

"How stupid should I be to take a bath with this thing?"

He didn't stop his movements in secret and helplessness.

After stirring the bath water evenly with a spoon, he took out a stack of paper that had been prepared, took a deep breath, and then placed the stack of white paper full of secret texts over the wooden barrel, and the spell murmured.

An invisible flame suddenly appeared, then ignited the paper and spread from the corner to all the paper surfaces. During the burning, black symbols broke away from the surface of the white paper, falling into the water like water droplets and disappearing, but then slowly floated out soon after, just like cooked vegetables.

As the secret text continued to fall off, the thick gray "bath water" gradually became clear as if it had been filtered, revealing several dead bones hidden at the bottom of the bucket, and gradually melting as the spell continued, eventually turning into strands of white silk-like water stains, rotating and rippling in the bucket.

Finally, when all the secret texts fell off, the originally smelled bad, and the appearance of disgusting soup had become a special water filled with white water lines and black "tadpoles".

Although it doesn't look normal, it's much better than the previous one.

Charles was somewhat comforted about this.

So he stopped hesitating, took off his nightgown and stepped on the chair into the wooden barrel.

The hot feeling suddenly spread from the whole body. It was obviously the cold water that had been biting cold before, but it turned into this strange thing without realizing it. The pain of burning made Shir subconsciously snort in pain, but he had experienced this before, and was not very surprised by it.

At the same time, countless black "ants" rushed towards the human beings who were drilling into the water, swarming in like a storm. The stinging pain covered up the fiery pain, making people confused whether this was pain or relief.

The heat and stinging were parallel, accompanied by the white silk threads rotating back and forth like a whirlpool. Black dots climbed all over Shire's body, and what followed was the bath water quickly clear as before.

In the end, the water in the barrel was completely restored to its original state, and Shire's body was covered with secret texts as dark as tadpoles.

These "tadpoles" seemed like real living creatures. After "drilling into" the surface of Charles' skin, they began to rush and climb, lingering wildly around him, and even completely covered his cheeks and neck that had not touched the water surface, and "locked" Charles' whole body together like black chains.

The pain weakens and eventually disappears completely.

He also walked out of the wood.

"If I had more, I would probably become a black uncle." Looking down at his body, Charles couldn't help but flash this thought.

His originally fair skin is now covered with black spots, and his dense appearance makes it difficult for people to see his original skin color.

Put on his clothes and walk on the wooden floor. The sudden weight he gained made him feel like a stone, and he squeaked when he stepped on it.

This is also a side effect of these secret texts. Not only does it change its appearance after covering the body, but it also increases a lot of weight for some reason.

It seems like a heavy burden on my body, but it doesn't have much impact.

After putting on a black cloak and covering his whole body in the cloak, he walked out of the room and walked towards the place he had already inquired about.

On the way, castle soldiers saluted at him. Occasionally, soldiers were accompanied by their companions around them and greeted him loudly. Just like other northern lords, Charles would nod and respond.

But more people did not have the courage to watch Shire approaching, passing by, gradually moving away, with their expressions either nervous or fearful, and eventually turned into ease.

When he walked out of the inner castle gate, a team of escorts immediately followed him. This was arranged by the city guard to protect Shire. His behavior was a special order before the Duke of the North left. Although he was very busy, Ed Stark did not forget what he had said.

After coming to the main fort, this situation was still the same, but it was not entirely true. Because of an aunt who didn't know the specific age, some civilians instead looked at Charles's passionate eyes, which not only made Charles speechless, but even the team of soldiers following him were all surprised.

But no matter what kind of gaze it was, Charles did not stop.

Finally, he came to a remote and fenced abandoned schoolyard in the city.

All the bodies after the war yesterday were thrown here. Because they were ravaged by the mountain clans, Luanhe City was very chaotic at this time and there were countless problems that needed to be solved. Naturally, no one had the heart to take care of these "abandoned similar people".

And this is the huge "treasure" that Charles has been pursuing.

He ordered the guards to guard outside the fence, and then closed the wooden door and stared at the bodies piled up in the schoolyard. He took a deep breath and then stepped closer.

...

[You absorbed a ghost of Lannister's soldiers, and under the influence of the secret text, your spirituality changed a little]

...

[You absorbed a ghost of the blacksmith in Luanhe City. Under the influence of the secret text, your spirituality has changed a little]

...

[You absorbed a ghost of Lannister's soldiers, and under the influence of the secret text, your spirituality changed a little]

...

[You absorbed a wisp of the unknown corpse of Luanhe City. Under the influence of the secret text, your spirituality has changed a little]

...

In the sun, walking among the corpse, there were constant whispering strange sounds, and faint crying sounds appeared and responded to him.

If someone was watching here at this time, they would probably see transparent smoke, as if there were facial features, rising from the corpse and drilling into the young man as he passed by.

Unfortunately, he just started chanting spells, and the guards were frightened and fled far away. It was even more impossible to find this situation, so no one noticed that this place was abnormal.

Continuously walking and absorbing, the smoke on human faces appeared from all directions like insects, flying around, surrounding Shire, following him, and integrating into him.

Shier was full of solemnity, his steps were neither too fast nor too slow, and his expression was calm and solemn.

When the last beam of ghost penetrated into his body, he couldn't help but shivered, and then he felt a sudden chill around his body, just as the temperature that should have existed in midsummer was replaced by the cold air.

He quietly felt this inexplicable feeling, suddenly frowned, and then looked down at the palm of his left hand.

The dense black fly head text at this time for some reason began to protrude and roll, just like something was constantly shaking down, rushing upwards, rushing upwards...

“What’s going on?”

As Charles was secretly confused, a illusory terrifying face suddenly popped out of his palm. His face was covered with the dark secret text like countless nets and approached him. After roaring at him silently and ferociously, he was quickly pulled back by the chains made of secret text.

"?"

This scene scared him, but the time from the end of the incident was too short, and it was completely normal in the blink of an eye, which made Charles a little doubt whether he had just had an illusion.

Unfortunately, before he could think about it carefully, the sudden sound of footsteps behind him interrupted his thoughts.

Charles turned to see a soldier who had been scared away before rushed over.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Someone wants to visit you, Sir Kelanston." The soldier replied in a low voice.

"who?"
Chapter completed!