"What a strange dream."

While having breakfast, Charles was still thinking about the long and tedious dream he had made last night.

When you are in a dream, those pictures that seem to be like the whole life seem as clear and obvious as personal experiences. However, after waking up, everything that has been in the dream becomes like being mosaiced and is blurred everywhere.

He only remembers that he seemed to have become a woman? A stubborn woman who ran away from home for love and then practiced black magic?

Almost the same as him?

"A woman with a ill brain?"

While thinking about it, when he saw the maid bringing breakfast to the girl's bedroom on the second floor, Charles thought for a while, then simply put down the tableware and walked in.

After entering the room, he found that the girl Anne's face was paler than before, and she looked out of breath when she said hello, which made Charles even more worried.

After a brief chat, he sent the butler to the Pita Education Association to hire a bookmaker, and he returned to the study and started searching again.

"Book of Ravia", "The Small Building in the Heart of the Lake", "The 42nd Day Full Moon", "The Strange Secret Words"...

There are not many books on various mystical science, but just some strange legends and rumors.

The scattered essays and diaries are basically all kinds of whining without any illness, and also records the weather and some boring things about dining at that time.

Books related to occultism are eye-opening, but this is not helpful to Charles' current situation.

The female housekeeper was decisive in doing things. Within half an hour, more than a dozen bookmakers came to his house and walked into the study room, and then began to read without pause.

There were many people and great power. In the afternoon of that day, they searched through all the books, but they gained very little. A bookmaker found a clue from a book called "The Origin of the Coyer".

"Gondala's blood curse?"

Looking at the passage on the book page, Shire frowned, "Is this meant that Anne was cursed by the evil god? Or was she a believer of the evil god?"

Gondala is an evil god in a legendary Koire. She specializes in feeding on young human children. The image recorded is a giant bull with demonic horns. Apart from this, Charles doesn't know much about it.

As for this blood curse, he had a certain impression of this point when he possessed it. The original owner began to dislike Anne after being told about this point. But he didn't care at that time, and when he remembered it, it was already after the girl's body gradually weakened a while ago.

He consulted the church's monk Ossi, and the answer he received was helpless - "This blood curse can only be solved by finding the source of the curse and the liberation spell. Forcibly dispelling it with divine power will only destroy your sister together, because the curse has long been closely connected with her."

So Charles could only rely on secular medical skills to see if it worked - it turned out not.

But now, have you found the source of the curse?

"You have said before Miss Anne came from Tide Town before she was adopted, which was a gathering place for the Coyer people in our county, and there is such a message in the legend of the Coyer people."

"So based on this point, I deliberately searched carefully for this book that recorded the myths of the Koire people and successfully found this passage."

As he said that, the bookmaker with a talent for detectives added: "I think your aunt will not label it randomly. I think it is very likely."

"The premise is that you are extremely sure of this kind of thing." Another bookmaker shrugged.

They were just a group of ordinary people, and they didn't know much about the caster class and all kinds of gods and ghosts. However, after entering, Charles specifically instructed him, so they paid attention to this.

"Okay, thank you."

All the books have been read, and there are no other clues. Shire can only find a way with this possibility. However, even though he knows this, he seems powerless to do anything.

So after seeing off the group of people, Charles hurried out with the book.

At present, the only church is his only support.

"A necromancer actually needs to rely on the church to constantly help him?"

Shire was riding in the carriage and was quite funny about it.

From time to time travel to the present, the church has provided a lot of help, but what kind of expression would it be if the church knew the truth?

"I'm afraid that it will be light for me to cleanse it." As he was secretly alert, Charle sighed again.

No one likes to be fooled, especially when the strength is not equal and the hostile class is still there.

So if it is really exposed, the result can be imagined.

But, in the face of difficulties, what is this small problem?

Or, since it is inevitable, can it be considered a new problem if it continues?

...

After getting off the carriage, walking through the flat square, and entering the church, he found the monk Ossi who was praying. After his prayer was over, Charles made a clear idea of ​​his purpose.

"The Origin of the Coyer?" Looking down at the book you took, the monk said in embarrassment: "Even if you find the source of this curse, this curse lurking in the bloodline is not so easy to unravel. You need to know the origin of the curse, and you also need to know the sacrificial materials and steps used by the spell caster at that time, and then you can use ritual magic to break the power of the curse in sequence based on these. This not only takes time, but also requires great power to be possessed, otherwise you will be swallowed by the evil god."

“Who will meet the requirements?”

"At least I can't." said the monk: "No one in Pita can do it."

Shir was silent when he heard this.

So is this equivalent to a death sentence?

"But you are very lucky." Looking at Charles' low expression, the monk suddenly laughed: "Biography of Charles is about to be promoted soon, and the church will definitely send a guide to help at this time. At that time, I can help you with a mouth."

"Bike Charles is promoted?"

"Yes, after promotion, he will leave this small place in Pita, and St. Say's Church will also welcome a new bishop."

"By the way, the guide has other tasks besides helping the bishop advance, so you may ask some questions, and you must be mentally prepared."

"What's the problem?" Shire was stunned and secretly warned.

"About your lost notes, I found some unpleasant things. Well, they should have no effect on you." The monk said, patting his arm.

"You have great potential, no one will make things difficult for you. We are not like those kingdom departments, who always think about some twists and turns." When he said this, the monk who had always been gentle, snorting, as if he was dissatisfied with what he said.

"Well, I can cooperate at any time if I need it." Shire replied.

What else can I say? This problem that has been entangled with him since he possessed is simply annoying, but since it is inevitable, I can only hold on.

Otherwise, what can it be done? He has no choice.

"I would have liked to hide in the world of ice and fire." After walking out of the church and staring at the white buildings around which seemed normal but actually "hostile" were everywhere, Charles suddenly flashed this idea.

But he knew that this was impossible. And if he had a choice, he might not really give up on this mysterious world.

Not to mention anything else, the spells in the Song of Ice and Fire are not at the same level of power system, and it is not something that Charles can be willing to give up.

The power of the Middle Ages was old and cumbersome, and the effect was not necessarily very strong.

And what about the power of this Akavia continent?

The comparison between the two is like a diesel engine, and the gap between it and the human-powered carriage is full of the atmosphere of the times and sense of layering.

Not on the same level at all.

Moreover, the charging of the shuttle door must be unfolded here, and after entering the door, it will only be consumed and cannot be replenished. This is like his golden finger must be rooted in this world and constantly absorbing nutrients.

...

When he got home, Charles looked at the girl's bedroom and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. So after returning to the bedroom, he decisively summoned the shuttle door and crawled in.

Although the monk promised to negotiate this issue with a certain upcoming figure on his behalf, can the girl really stick to the church?
Chapter completed!