Inexplicably escaping from his mind, the air in the medieval period seemed to be clearer than the world in front of the door. After taking a deep breath, the coldness penetrated into his heart. Charles then walked out of the woods and came to the noisy camp under the night.

At this time, the sky was dark, and in the huge army, bonfires were lit one after another, and bright light floated out obscure smoke under the night. The scent of burning pine wood was pungent and reassuring.

Not far away, the huge lake was emitting a ripples of water under the light of the bonfire. It was visible to the naked eye that some fish were wandering and hovering under the water, as if attracted by the light, or perhaps because the food was attracted by the gathering of light.

It’s not just fish, but the firelight attracted a lot of attention, the trivial sound of wind in the forest, the crows falling on the branches, the howling of wolves in the distance, and the occasional cry of insects under the grass...

An unknown bird circled over this huge lake called Shenyan Lake, making crisp chirpings. Groups of soldiers sat around the bonfire and gathered to talk about various scenes. The bursts of laughter never stopped. In the army, no one would care much if the night was terrifying and could attract all kinds of attention.

"It is said that there is an island in this lake called Qianmian Island. A group of green people live on the island. They can predict the future and talk to animals."

When he returned to the camp, Duke Botton still insisted on his blood-sucking trick with leeches, sat around the bonfire, placing the soft and brown-black "worm" in the silver plate in his hand on his sparsely haired thigh, while chatting with Charles.

“That group of people may have a common topic with you.”

"I don't think so," said Charles. "I have never liked people who are treacherous, and I have never had any common topics with them."

His words were obviously referring to a woman in a red robe, and Borton glanced at some point in the camp with his light gray eyes.

"Mrs. Melisandra does act mysteriously, but I don't think she is malicious about you."

"If her malice can be seen at will, then I won't be so afraid of her." Charles retorted secretly, but on the surface he just nodded without objection.

Seeing this, Borton lowered his head and poked the wet leeches in the silver plate with his finger, and then said sincerely: "Does Sir Kelanston want one? These little things are very effective."

"No, I don't believe it very much."

"What a pity." He sighed as if "Everyone is drunk and I am awake alone". Bodon reached out and grabbed a leech and put it on his face. The cool and soft touch made him breathe comfortably.

It seems that because he left the "leader's" sight, he was a little letting himself go, and he would come to camp every day.

Shire thought he looked very perverted, so he stood up.

"You're busy first, I'm going back to read a book."

"See you tomorrow." Bolton responded, sitting on the stool with his face facing up, as if he was applying a facial mask.

...

When I returned to my tent and opened the "door", the first thing I saw was a fresh corpse.

Lying on the muddy land not far from the bed, wearing linen clothes, barefoot bald head, and limbs covered with calluses. Judging from his appearance, this is a farmer.

Medieval peasant.

Although Luce Bolton has various quirks, he cooperates with Charles in some aspects, for example, this corpse.

Judging from the wound, this person may have been stabbed to death by a robber, or someone else. In short, when they arrived at the ruins of the hotel by the lake, they saw many similar corpses.

There were no people holding weapons around me, but strangely, the corpse looked very fresh from the outside.

"This may have been done by a certain employed rider." Lusborton speculated that it did not take this seriously. Then he waved his hand and asked the soldiers to carry the body into the Charles camp.

Very sensible.

"It's just a bit perverted, and it seems very cold-blooded..." As he thought aimlessly, Charles took out the skeleton pendant and squatted down to cast the spell, but Yu Guang saw an abnormal black shadow outside the tent.

The black shadows shrouded on the surface of the camp were slightly moved under the fire, spreading in a daze, looking quite terrifying.

When people see this kind of thing at night, most people will probably be shocked, but Charles just cursed impatiently.

So he quickly walked out of the camp, came to him before the shadow could run away, and then gritted his teeth and said, "I have told you a hundred and eighty times. Don't peep again, why don't you listen?"

"Let's go now, let's go now, don't be as knowledgeable as me, an old man, I'll go now." Seeing his angry expression, the black shadow hurriedly bowed his waist, then turned around and prepared to leave.

This is not someone else, but the old man Koben. He has been entangled with Shire during this period. Because he was rejected by Shire, he has now reached the stage of peeping.

"etc!"

The old man turned his head and left very decisively and skillfully, but Charles suddenly called him. Then, under the puzzled gaze of old man Koben, he walked into the tent and then took out a thick pamper book.

He stuffed the book into the old man's arms and looked at the "slim" cloaked man following behind his butt. The young man said coldly: "Don't come to me again, understand?"

"I understand, I'll leave now." Repeating the words just now, he was about to leave, but his sleeve was pulled by the young man.

"I'm serious, if you come to me again..."

Seeing his cold look, the old man blinked and realized that this person was probably serious. So he smiled apologetically and then restrained. He looked at Charles quietly, as if he could clearly see his heart, and as if he was seriously looking at this young man who could be his grandson at the age.

After a while, the old man said in a low and hoarse tone: "Don't try to struggle, Lord Wizard, we are the same kind of people."

"You shit like this." Charles laughed in anger.

Even if he is disgusted, he will never be able to treat an elderly man who can be his grandfather and be so rude.

However, this person is really annoying.

Since the first meeting that day, this guy has not only not stayed far away, but he has come to the door every day, asking questions like this or that, or simply asking questions like a mangy dog.

I didn't care about the sarcastic words, but I did whatever I should do. The thickness of the dough is beyond ordinary.

This is the case when he was in Luanhe City. He was the same when he left Luanhe City and kept rushing. I don’t know if he really had nothing to do, so he revolved around Shire as a whole, or if he revolved around Shire all day long as he did the main thing.

Along the way, apart from the butt problem, this cheeky old man was the most offensive. He just didn't take it seriously at all if Charles could drive him away.

"Subborn ideas have bound you all. If you can give up these meaningless ideas, then I believe you will definitely achieve more than this now."

"But that doesn't matter. Everyone will inevitably have some naive ideas when they are young. When you mature, you will sooner or later leave those useless ideas behind."

"So, we are the same kind of people, the wizard."

...

Charles looked at him quietly, as if he wanted to find traces of hypocrisy on his face. However, after staring for a while, he did not realize anything unnatural. Instead, he only had a serious and sincere look on his face.

sincere?

Shire suddenly laughed.

"Okay, to prove that you and I are not the same kind of people." He said, pulling down the cross necklace that was worn on his neck that had been ignored for a long time. Finally, under the dull gaze of old man Koben, Charles, who should have belonged to the ranks of black wizards, actually looked full of sacredness!

A high-pitched and magnificent spell rang out, and light flashed out in the darkness. After wrapping around the thin figure behind the old man Koben's butt, the burnt smell emanated and the cloak spontaneously ignited. Finally, without any surprise, the white bone skeleton made by Charles himself was destroyed by him.

The dry bones are charred and quietly piled up on the mud ground. The remaining high temperatures are like firewood, and the smelly smoke rises.

Charles looked at the old man Koben in front of him.

However, things were beyond his expectations again.

Seeing the dry bones turning into a pile of powder and a cloak burning and a ragged cloak, Old Man Koben was not only not afraid or angry at all, but instead burst into tears.

"When I was young, I highly praised the magic of the dialogue. It was not until I got older that I began to be filled with awe of death."

"Sir Wizard, you actually...you..." He seemed very excited, as if a child had seen his favorite "cartoon".

"It seems to have a counterproductive effect?" Charles was stunned, then frowned, "Why are you so annoying? Stop following me anymore, I don't like you at all, understand?"

The cruel and straightforward words stabbed into his heart like a blade. The old man's face was stunned with excitement, and then he sighed.

"Yes, who can like me like this? Who would want to become what I am now?"

"First it is parents, friends, relatives, and then children, and finally it is his turn." The old man forced a smile.

"Whenever the sun sets, I think I am one year older. Whenever the night falls, I am always unwilling to fall asleep, for fear that I will never wake up the next day."

"I think, since white magic cannot save us, then black magic?"

"But...you are still young, how can you understand?"

...

As he spoke intermittently and naggingly, the old man turned around and left tremblingly, and Charles's eyelids twitched when he looked at his lonely back.

"He didn't lie."

A word suddenly came from his ears, and Charles turned his head and looked, and the figure of the woman in the red robe walked out of the darkness came into view.

"But his words and deeds are full of purpose and misleading." Looking at Coben's distant figure, Melisandra smiled softly, "Young people are always easily found and then exploited."

As she said that, she looked at Charle's cheeks with her rosy eyes, without blinking.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

Shire was puzzled by this.

"I foresee the crisis from the flames." Melisander said in a daze: "The crisis of King's Landing."

"What is the crisis in King's Landing?" Shire was even more confused when he heard this. Or, what's his business?

"No, it's not King's Landing, it's about you."

Melisandro then solved the doubts in the young man's heart, but this answer was obviously not very wonderful.

"The burning brazier, the casting witch, the whispers of the demons, and the scorched flesh and blood..."

The tone of voice was whispering, and the woman in red robe looked at Charles deeply, then turned around and left.

"The burning brazier, the casting witch, the whisper of the demon, and the scorched flesh and blood?"

Looking at her leaving back, Charles frowned.

"What's the meaning?"

No one could answer him, it seemed that the woman in red robe came here to say such a sentence. This mysterious word.

So he finally snorted and turned into the room. He looked at the farmer's corpse and threw away all trivial matters. He took out his skeleton pendant again to complete his unfinished things.

A gloomy spell appeared on the gently opened lips, and the candlelight in the tent seemed to sway.

Soon after, the spell stopped, Charle put away the pendant, squatted down, took the corpse eyelids with his thumb, and looked at it, and suddenly asked, "Are you ridiculous about them?"
Chapter completed!