"How much do you know about your aunt?"

...

The kindly question interrupted Charle's slightly dazed look. He looked up and saw Zachry, wearing an ordinary white monk's robe, who was sitting opposite the sofa in the living room.

With dull blonde hair and wrinkles around his eyes, Monk Zarik looked very ordinary, just like the kind of neighbor who was looking for ordinary people. He could not tell at all that he could "create" angels at will.

"I have never seen her since I was born, but I have seen a portrait before coming here." Charles didn't know what the meaning of this was, but it did not prevent him from answering honestly. There was nothing that could not be said about this answer.

After thinking about it, he added: "A gloomy old woman, this is my impression of my aunt, and I know nothing else."

"You mean your aunt has never been back since she left the family?"

"That's right," Charles nodded, recalling his "past" memories carefully, and said, "Grandma often complains that she is too much, but grandpa rarely mentions it, but every time he mentions it, he seems to be quite angry."

Zachary nodded in a clear way, then took out a rolled portrait from his arms and spread it onto the low table. He asked, "Have you seen this person?"

Charles looked down and couldn't help but be stunned.

The fineness of the portrait was a bit beyond Charles' expectations, but he cared more about the person in the portrait.

Although it is much older, it looks full of gloom.

But he could still recognize that this was the man among the dogs and women in his dreams?

Charles was full of shock, but relying on some of the characteristics of the mask, he suppressed this shock well in his heart, and his expression did not change much.

"I don't seem to have seen it before."

"like?"

"He may have a bit of a popular face, well, familiar? Maybe I've seen it or maybe; what's his name?"

"Finex Caroling."

"Calorin?" Charles couldn't help but look at the person in the portrait again when he heard this.

If you remember correctly, Caroling is the royal surname of Dulin...

"I've never heard of it, sorry." This is the truth.

Zachary didn't delve into it, and then he asked some other questions and finally nodded at him.

"Very good Shire, I might go out these two days. Maybe you can accompany me and remember to arrange your time."

"Go out?" Charles turned his head and looked at the monk Ossey sitting aside.

The other party smiled: "It is counted as a church mission."

So he vaguely understood that this might be because of this matter, and Charles had to nod his head helplessly, "Okay, if you need it, I'll be free at any time."

After saying that, when the two monks seemed to have something to say, Charles was very tactful and said he left - even though this was his own family.

He thought while walking.

For the time being, he felt that he should not be suspicious. Now, such things may be what the monks said, and he needs some assistance.

After all, he is also considered a "party".

"But when is it the end?"

Secretly helpless, Charles took the door with him, then stood at the door, staring at the lawn neatly cleaned by the servants, and then turned to look at the girl named Connie at the railing.

She also had blonde hair, but her eyes were not blue like Zachary, but black and brown. She looked no different from an ordinary noble lady, but the gentle temperament of the church staff made her look quite friendly.

At this time, she was staring at the carved patterns on the iron railings of the yard, without blinking.

Charles approached and interrupted her concentration. The girl named Connie turned her head and greeted her friendly: "Hello, Columston."

Charles smiled and looked at the railings, he asked, "What is Miss Connie looking at?"

"It's this pattern style." Connie replied, touching the raised patterns on the railings thinking.

"The golden tulip has something to do with the civil strife in Dulin 30 years ago. I really want to go to your capital to see where the civil strife occurred at that time. It has a deep impression of the surrounding countries."

"Didn't you come from the capital?" Shahr asked strangely. The church master named Zachry came here from the capital of Dulin. Logically speaking, this existence who acted as a female assistant should be the same?

"No, I'm from Chauvin," Connie replied.

"Chaowen? You..."

"I've been sent to Zachary as an assistant."

"Send an assistant from Chauvin?"

"It's strange, right? But it's not very troublesome. It won't take long to take a floating airship." As she said that, she walked to the email address in front of the door of the house with curiosity and squatted down and looked at it carefully.

"You rarely go out?" Charles had a vague understanding.

"Yes, Old Henry used to not allow me to go out for a while, saying that it was not safe at all, but in fact, it was not as dangerous as he said?"

"Old Henry?"

"Well, my dad, a stubborn little old man." Connie replied, suddenly looking at Shire curiously: "How is it like going on a mission?"

"You haven't done a mission?"

Because the shuttle door has not been charged yet, Charles's true eye cannot take effect, so he is now "blind" in a sense.

"No, I have been living in the Fifth Parish of Chauvin. This is my first time traveling far away."

So you are a second-generation teacher?

This thought flashed through his mind and Charles shrugged.

"Not really, I've only been there once. It seems that time is spent on the road."

"Hurry on the road? Where is the adventure? Where is the reasoning? Is there no help from partners or assistants?"

"Adventure? Reasoning? I thought so before," Charles said: "Until I saw the police arrest the demon apostle."

After saying that, he suddenly asked, "You look much better than me, how could you have never had a mission?"

"Old Henry said that I would not allow me to go on the mission after I reached the third ring, and I am still one step away." Connie said helplessly.

Nodding thoughtfully, Charles asked again: "What does it feel like to be promoted?"

He asked this a bit abruptly, but Connie, who was not very familiar with the world, didn't feel anything, or she didn't think there was any secret to it.

"Promotion... It's like you stand under the steps, the elders above pull you, and then you stand on the steps."

"that's all?"

"that's all."

"don't know."

"I don't understand either, I'll be done if I'm confused." As he said that, Connie stuck out her tongue playfully.

It seems that she is telling the truth, and Charles is helpless. "Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome." Connie said with a smile: "I rarely meet fewer people than I know."

...

Later, he talked about some things that seemed inconsistent, and Shire gradually got a contour on some situations.

For example, the Zachry in the house is on the fifth ring, while Bishop Charles of Peeta City is on the fourth ring. To advance to the fifth ring, you need a high-level "pull".

For example, every time you advance, the monks will undergo some fundamental changes, but the specific ones vary from person to person...

It was not until the two monks finished discussing in the house and were about to say goodbye and leave that Charles was slightly reluctant to finish the topic.

When they returned to the room, the servants began to clean up, and Charles ran to the girl's room to take a look.

At this time, Anne was staring at the little angel floating in front of her, and from time to time, she gently touched it with her little hands, but couldn't touch anything at all.

Shire did not disturb her. Seeing that her face was normal, she gently closed the door and returned to her room.

But when he opened the door of his bedroom, what he saw made him subconsciously take a step back.

An old man who looked extremely vulgar was sitting on the chair at the head of his bed, crossing his legs and gnawing at the apple.

"How did you come in?" Charle frowned, quietly touching the flintlock rifle that was placed on his back with his right hand, and asked in his mouth: "Also, who are you?"

"You guess." The old man gnawing the apple looked up and smiled at Charles with a slutty smile.
Chapter completed!