"You've really made a big noise."

Before he could walk away from the Red Fort suspension bridge, Duke Stark met the return Shire and his party. This made him feel relieved. Then he looked behind them, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"A little discovery, but... it's not very important." Shire said, turning to look at the Knight Pramer.

"Where did the guy who confessed before?"

"Beheaded to death," Pramer replied, "But before death I remembered that he was talking about a man named Canso, who might be instructed by him."

Is this person again?

The two couldn't help but look at each other.

"It's your old enemy, he has a very good news."

Charles' words were obviously pointing out, so Ed said helplessly: "Little Finger has been in King's Landing for many years, and it is not surprising that he has the ability, but you are right."

"Maybe it's time for me to clean up the Red Fort."

As he said that, he noticed the scepter that suddenly appeared in Charles's hand from the corner of his eyes. He couldn't help but have some doubts, but Ed didn't say much, nodded at him, and took the people away first.

At this time, the war was about to break out. In the depressing atmosphere, there were many bad things in the city. He was responsible for maintaining the trial all day long, so he was so busy that he was basically not touching the ground. It was already very considerate to be able to run out in person when Shire encountered a crisis, but he had no time to delay any further.

Charles also did not stay outside the Red Fort for a long time, so he returned to his bedroom at the Prime Minister's Tower.

I didn't encounter any special situations on the way back before. Maybe the enemy was unable to understand his methods at this time, or maybe I didn't know how to deal with them for a while.

It's more likely that I haven't reacted yet.

In short, although the enemy in the dark brought Shire some trouble, they were exposed to their current situation.

The killer hidden in the shadow is the most terrifying thing. Relatively speaking, what is exposed will be destroyed sooner or later.

Shire believed this, and Stark, who was alert, would definitely pay attention to this matter during this period.

After such a fuss, he seemed to be safer than before.

But he was not careless. This enemy is dark and I am clear. Who knows what other moves the enemy will have?

So he decided not to go out for the time being and wait until the matter is clear before talking.

Although he had this "church artifact" he got by chance, he could never carry this thing at any time. And from what he knows so far, this thing can only fool ordinary people, and encountering professional assassins may not have any effect.

Besides, nothing attracts Charles, why did he go out of the city without any time?

"So before the war is over, just stay in the Red Castle and study spells."

Secretly making a decision, Charles closed the door tightly and then picked up the scepter placed on the table again.

He was going to experiment thoroughly, what is this? Is it a simple special instrument that can communicate with the believers of the Seven Gods, or has other abilities?

Or is it just "it" just living?

As he kept suspicious, a sacred spell rang out. As Charle's lips opened and closed, the scepter in his hand gradually glowed, shining, trembling, and trembling. Finally, under the repeated spell sounds, the cane that seemed to be made of ordinary nanmu actually trembled and broke away from his palm!

The scepter gently broke free from the already weak five fingers, vibrated, and floated up under the sound of the spell, chest, face, forehead, and head...

The slow and firm ascension caused Charles to gradually turn from bowing his head to tilting his head, staring at the mysterious cane, his eyes revealing serious curiosity.

However, just as the scepter rose to the top, it suddenly fell rapidly like a deflated ball. This was a bit sudden, but Charles reacted very quickly and did not let it fall to the ground like this - the crystal ball on the top of the scepter did not seem to be a resistant object.

However, when Charles held the scepter in his hand again, some change suddenly happened!

A stinging pain suddenly came from his palm. He hurriedly placed the scepter on the table next to him, and then looked down.

A slightly empty seven-pointed star pattern was inexplicably engraved in his palm. As Charles watched, the pattern lit up a slight white light, and then it became faint, hazy, completely hidden.

Finally, the palms returned to their former skin color, and the seven-pointed star outlined by the colorful lines seemed to have never appeared before, as if it was an illusion.

However, a message passing by in front of him made Charles very sure of what he had just seen.

[You have received the blessing of unknown power, and your connection with this medieval world has deepened]

Shire couldn't help frowning.

"Unknown force?"

He knew nothing about this so-called unknown power, nor did he feel any changes in himself. Except for the stinging pain in his hand just now, it really seemed as if nothing had happened, which made him very confused.

But it doesn't seem to be a bad thing?

He thought, sat on the bedside chair and looked down at the scepter in his hand.

Compared to just now, this thing is still the same, but I don’t know if it’s an illusion, Charles always feels that the scepter is holding in his hand, which seems to be a little lighter.

"Is this the Lord recognized?"

Because this thing itself is not heavy, Charles does not know whether it is an illusion or a real situation, and the Eye of True Knowledge does not help it.

"Die? Living? What's the situation with the sound that attracts me?"

"It has its own thoughts? What is called a spirit of the instrument? Or something else?"

Observing the Seven Gods in the Crystal, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

The Virgin, Heavenly Father, Old Cute Girl...

The seven gods in the crystal had their cheeks surrounding a seven-pointed star. He had just used the sacred spell and seemed to have carved the seven-pointed star on the palm of his hand.

So……

"Will these seven magical faces appear in the palm of your hand?"

"How did it appear?"

"I have always used the light purification spell, but since there is a symbol of the god of death, the god of death, what about the spell of the undead? Will there be any reaction?"

"If so, what would it be?"

This is an idea worth trying, but Charles had this idea when the door suddenly rang.

"Who is coming to find me at this time?" He couldn't help but frown when he looked at the sky outside.

Secretly confused, Charles was somewhat wary, but when he opened the door, the slightest bit of vigilance instantly turned into an urge to curse.

Gritting his teeth and holding back the impulse, Charles said angrily: "Maybe I should consider what the result of killing here will be."

"kill?"

Before the knocker responded, a trembling voice came from beside him: "Mr. Kelanston, please be too verbally speaking. His Majesty Stannis is not your northern soldiers."

The owner of the voice is a bald old man with a long white beard. This old man is not very familiar with Charles, but he is somewhat familiar with him.

[Master of Paceil, a member of the former meeting of the Imperial Council, his age is about 75-85]

【He looks very knowledgeable】

【He is full of vigilance and repulsion for your existence】

...

The old bachelor, who was wrinkled and bald, had met several times before, and was also aware of his so-called hostility.

In fact, it seems that all bachelors are hostile to wizards and the like, and this one is obviously even worse, but the cunning grand sage rarely shows this.

"Stannis is naturally not a northerner, but he pays attention to conclusive evidence when doing things."

The meaningful words combined with this former behavior made the old fox tremble. However, Charles no longer paid attention to him, but turned to look at the knocker again: "Why did you come in the Red Fort?"

"Of course I came in, Lord Wizard." Another old man named Koben responded with a cold and humorous look, but before he could say anything more, another voice suddenly rang out.

"The rumors are indeed unreliable. The black wizard who can scare adults with a glance at it looks like he is the same as the ones in the Tyriar family in the South."

The loud and rough voice was completely unfamiliar. When Charles looked at him, a short and fat man with an extremely strong body came into his eyes.

[A dusty old doctor in the school city, his age is about 60-65]

【He is equipped with a Valyrian steel collar that the occult experts can wear】

【He is full of curiosity and scrutiny of you】

...

As Charles looked at him, the strong old man grinned at him, revealing a bit of mottled red teeth.

"I've been following you for a long time."

"Who are you?"
Chapter completed!