How to learn a spell in one day?

This is nothing short of a fantasy for many people, but for Shire, it is not impossible.

Just take advantage of one time difference.

Time difference between shuttle doors.

"So if you have a spirit in heaven, please bless me to learn it sooner." Charles, who had long since left the world of the songs of ice and fire, was talking about this contradiction, and kept drawing and drawing on blank paper with a quill that was not stained with ink.

He is practicing, following the original owner's memory, plus his own shorthand memory practice.

Because he was afraid that the church would notice this, he did not dare to create any unnecessary traces. Such empty writing was not as effective as normal writing. In addition, what he compared was a secondary memory of the previous untidy manuscripts, so the results naturally weakened a little.

However, with the existence of the Eye of True Knowledge, Charles can slowly find the right direction to improve.

[You try to portray a special text, but fail due to unstandard strokes]

...

[You try to portray some special text, but fail because of unstandard strokes, and your proficiency in this is slowly increasing]

...

[You try to portray some special text, but fail because of unstandard strokes. Your proficiency in this is slowly increasing, and you seem to gain something slightly]

...

One message after another floated past his eyes every now and then, allowing the tired Shire to persevere.

The ability of the Eye of True Knowledge does not have much effect, and can only show the knowledge and information that Shire knows and his own state.

What it shows now belongs to the ranks of Charles' own state. Every time he writes a little more correctly, a faint, strange feeling emerges from his heart. This feeling is fleeting and cannot be felt without careful feeling. Under normal circumstances, Charles will probably ignore it.

However, there is an eye of true knowledge, and this neglect does not exist at all. Any slight change can be reminded with information.

On this point, it is better to say that true knowledge is more appropriate. To recognize oneself in every detail, you can also understand that one's own efforts are not ineffective.

"What else is there in the world that is harder than knowing yourself?"

After drawing for a long time, Charles put down the paper and pen.

He turned to look at the sky outside. The sun was getting stronger and it dispelled the mist that spread in the early morning. The crisp and pleasant chirping of birds came from outside the window, proving the beginning of the new day - it was uncertain whether it was beautiful or not.

Hunt the pen and paper, Charles walked out of the room, and it was deserted outside the door, and the girl Anne's door was still closed - she never went out if it was necessary.

A chef named Maggie is busy traveling between the kitchen and living room.

She was a temporary chef hired by Charles after leaving the shuttle door to a housekeeping company in Peeta. Because there was not much money left, she could not hire a long-term chef who needed to pay a deposit in advance.

"Please wait, Mr. Colanston, breakfast will be ready soon, with strawberry pie, honey bacon, milk, and freshly toasted bread..."

"Just make it and ask Anne to come out for dinner." Charles tilted his head and looked at the busy middle-aged woman in the kitchen, and reminded him: "I want to go out."

"Okay." The chef responded: "Do you need to leave a meal?"

"Need not."

Shire responded, then put on his coat hanging from the promenade at the door and walked out of the door.

The existence of temporary chef Maggie alleviated his "urgent" but it was not without cost. The price of 3 gold pounds per month would not take long to consume his small amount of money.

So Shire needs to solve the money problem as soon as possible.

And this is his current purpose.

After walking out of the door, he did not take a carriage. He walked around in circles and walked around. In less than half an hour later, he arrived at Say Cathedral on St. Say Street, Pita City.

The church can be seen from its name that it is named after a hero in history in the city. It is said that the priest named Say once saved everyone's lives during a great plague across the city.

Since there was an appointment yesterday, Charles made a clear goal for this trip. After entering the church, he inquired with a priest, and then walked towards a prayer hall in the church.

Then there he found Elliott, who was on a white table.

The sound of Charles walking was not loud, but just as she approached, Elliot, who was quietly reading a book in a remote corner on the town chair, turned to look at Charles.

"I heard you have something to ask me for?"

Shire had already understood his sensitive nerves before, so he nodded indifferently and said, "I'm going to take action on those keels, so I want to ask if you have any way."

"It seems that you are optimistic about the outcome of the church's judgment." Eliot said speechlessly or sarcastically.

Normal people, when encountering such a thing, they are inevitably worried and afraid, and then they are trembling as if walking on thin ice. Now this guy is better, but he takes the initiative to "delive him to the door".

"Instead of worrying about such unchangeable things all day long, it's better to do whatever you should do." Shire replied.

"Okay," Elliot thought for a while, saying, "I don't need those bones, but I can introduce you to the people they need; but before that."

He said, looking at Charles deeply: "Even if you don't look for me today, I will go to you."

"Why?"

"Your verdict is over."

Upon hearing this, Charles was stunned, his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

Although he had great hope for his own "survival", he was still nervous when things came to an end.

"No surprise?" he couldn't help asking.

"It depends on what type of accident you think is." Elliott answered unanimously.

"For example, hanging, beheading, burning to death..."

"You should go there in person, not ask me."

"Okay." Charle took a deep breath, turned around and walked a few steps, but returned, and then under Elliot's strange gaze, he asked, "Who is the person you just said in need?"

"You mean keel?" Elliotch said: "You still have the heart to pay attention to this now?"

"I'm a little nervous, so I want to divert my attention." Charle answered frankly.

...

Naturally, there was no answer. Charles came to another statue of the church under the guidance of a priest.

Here, the middle-aged priest who tested him last time was kneeling in front of the statue of God and praying silently.

His prayers were different from those of ordinary people, with his eyes closed, his mouth not opening or closing, his hands tightly clasped, and he knelt in front of the statue of God, as if he was asleep.

Shire did not disturb him rashly, but stood beside him and waited quietly. After a while, the middle-aged priest who had "slept" finished his prayer and turned to look at Shire with a smile.

“What are you busy with recently?”

This kind of warm greeting made Charles feel a little flattered, but he did not forget his original purpose and the identity of the "suspect", so he answered cautiously: "I was thinking about whether the plot could be changed."

"Plot? Are you writing a book?"

"Immerse yourself in the book," said Charles shrugged: "Hobbies."

Nodded, the middle-aged priest smiled and asked Charle to sit on the nearby bench, and then said thoughtfully: "We have used tracking spells on you,"

"What's the result?"

"As a result, you spent all your time in the room except for hiring a chef. I was puzzled by this, but now I understand, you were writing a book."

The priest looked at Charles quietly with gentle eyes and said sincerely: "This is a commendable hobby."

"Thank you." The priest's words and deeds could easily give people a favor, but Charles was still wary of him, so he seemed very "restricted" at this time.

Seeing that his unnaturalness was happening, the priest sighed slightly, then looked at Charles with a serious look on his face.

"Okay, there's not much nonsense. I think for you, no matter how much praise you have, it's important to get results." The priest said, and smiled again: "But I think you should be able to find something from my attitude."

"I... are innocent?" Shire said tentatively.

"Of course you are guilty. It is a big and small crime to collect the notes of the black magic and try to study it." The priest's words did not panic because he still looked smiling.

"But due to your special circumstances, we decided to give you an opportunity to reform."

“What opportunity?”

He didn't say anything, but the priest handed Charles a book, and he looked down and saw four words on it-
Chapter completed!