A group of playful children ran past their twitters, and the tender and dirty faces made Robson subconsciously smile.

I remember that I seemed to be born in a slum in a remote city in Dulin. When I was a child, I also played with my friends like this. But I remember correctly. Later, because there were too many children in the family, my father sent him to a labor broker at the age of seven, and then he turned one after another, becoming a child laborer with a fireplace chimney.

If the trajectory of fate does not change, he will probably keep doing that dirty job until his body grows up, and his body shape cannot be penetrated into the chimney - although the foreman rarely feeds them for this reason, even if he avoids the fate of constantly drilling into the chimney, he is destined to be unable to escape other more tiring jobs.

But Robson was still looking forward to it.

But who said he was lucky? By chance, he won the favor of a passerby necromancer, and directly transformed into a spell caster above ten thousand people.

Although I am usually hiding and hiding, I am better than dying in a slum.

Now, he has become a powerful man. If he wants to, he can even play the role of his former teacher and change the fate of these young children...

Thinking of this, Robson was a little trampled, so that when he was patted on his shoulder, he was shocked and almost couldn't help it and attacked directly in public - this is the taboo of the necromancer!

Fortunately, he had good patience and found out that he was just a passerby, so he forced himself to endure it. However, despite this, he had no patience when facing this guy who patted his shoulder for no reason.

"What are you doing?"

Looking at the young man with neat blonde hair, well-dressed and obviously noble birth, he asked with an unhappy look on his face.

"Maybe a bit presumptuous, but can you please give this bouquet to that beautiful lady for me?"

The young man asked implicitly and slightly embarrassedly, and pointed to a young girl at the intersection of the road not far away. Her voice seemed sincere.

"I just wanted to call those children, but they ran too fast, and then I suddenly saw you, sir..."

It is logical that an adult cannot catch up with a group of children. However, as the Royal City of Porso, which is deeply influenced by Chauvin's gentleman culture, the decent people here pay attention to being slow and straightforward. They will not run away in public, especially in front of their sweethearts.

Robson did not doubt this, but he would not have helped so kindly. Even looking at the handsome and sunny big boy, he felt a sense of disgust in his heart.

How lucky is this aristocratic playboy who is born with more material conditions than others and who can open his mouth with clothes and food? Compared with his miserable fate, how lucky is he to be?

Destiny is really unfair.

The disgust in his heart gradually turned into a kind of malice. After looking at the bouquet of flowers handed to him by the young man, he pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, took it and looked down, and then returned it to the other party.

He shook his head sincerely and said in a manner as if he had experienced it: "You may have read too many knight novels. Not all ladies like to be given roses. That lady looks dignified and subtle. When I first came into contact, I think she would prefer lilies. I suggest you go back and change one."

"Really?" The young man blinked blankly, and after turning the rose in his hand, he turned his head and looked at the noble lady on the street who was buying newspapers with the newspaper boy. After pondering for a moment, he said with gratitude: "That's really thank you. I'll go back and change it to a lily, but I don't know if I can catch up... Alas."

"You're welcome, good luck," Robson replied, with a kind face.

However, after seeing the young man rushing away, the smile on his face immediately disappeared, and a hint of sarcasm appeared.

He cast a special curse on the flower. I believe that it won't take long before this nobleman, a well-born child, will become an idiot who can only drool.

Just thinking about this scene gave him an inexplicable pleasure of revenge.

...

"The necromancer in this world is really a bit extreme."

Robson was still fantasizing about it. After turning a corner, the stupidity on his face disappeared. After snorting coldly, he directly crushed the rose in his hand, which had been planted with a spiritual curse and threw it on the side of the road.

Curse, or most spells, are related to the power of their own spirit body. As a psychic of the same level as the bandage man, Rosenbu's spirit body level is naturally not low. However, compared to Charles, it is still a bit less interesting.

Not to mention that Charles also had the ten shadows of resentful spirits.

It turns out that except for the strong ones who are comparable to the level of the Sixth Ring of the Church, Shire's current spiritual strength will not be lower than that of other levels of spell casters.

There is such an advantage. Although his body is very fragile, he can actually attack and kill Robson directly without being counterattacked. However, Shire was not sure that he could really pull out his soul.

The suction power of Death Wings is very strong, and even the angel soul that has existed for billions of years cannot break free from close range. However, angels and necromancers can be different from each other.

In other words, the world is different, so abilities cannot be confused.

Not to mention the other spells, just as the means of escape, Charles knew that Robson had a ability that he could not stop at all - to use the twisted gap to escape instantly.

Just as the bandage escaped from Zachary, this Robson could do the same.

This is not a spell passed down from generation to generation, but a unique right given by the gap as a spell caster who has opened the twisted gap.

The bandage man and Robson were both one of the spell casters who opened the gap with their own hands.

They just need to think about it and get out of danger in an instant, which is much more convenient than the crystal necklace given to Charles by the church.

No matter how strong the wings of Charles are, no matter how fast they are, they cannot be as fast as others' thoughts.

Although he had not tried it, Charles suspected that even if he used a large number of souls to bind this person's "body and mind", he might not be able to stop this unique ability to rely on the external world to transmit.

Because the twisted gap is too mysterious and weird.

"So you need to be out of your mind."

After looking down at the gold-edged card in his hand, Charles thought for a moment, then put it away, and called a carriage himself and rushed towards the church.

With the existence of the real eye, he did not doubt that he would read it wrong, so the jue archbishop of the church must have something wrong.

Of course, even if there is a problem, Charles cannot sue the news. In this way, not to mention whether there is a question of whether anyone believes it, it is not a good thing to alert the enemy.

He could not care much about others, including Earl Corlandston, but as the girl he first saw in this world, as the only sister he accompanied him when he was lonely and nervous in the early days, Charles could not ignore it.

So he was going to figure out what they were planning.

"If I write to Anne now and ask her to escape..." In the shaking carriage, Charles pondered the feasibility of this matter, but he immediately gave up.

Where can a little girl, who is helpless, hide?

And if there is really a conspiracy against her, then there are probably many enemies around her.

Not to mention anything else, just what was written in the last letter, Charles recalled it and found something.

"I should have rushed over as soon as possible." He thought secretly.

But he inevitably thought that even if he rushed over, what could he do if he was really targeted by a juren of the church?

Under normal circumstances, church personnel at the vice priest level are definitely stronger than monks and division managers like Zachary, and monk Zachary is already at the fifth ring level.

He knocked on his forehead with a headache, and Charles felt inconvenient.

The incident happened too suddenly, and he couldn't come up with any wonderful ideas for a while. He was not a Zhuge Liang-like existence.

But not thinking about it doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what to do. If you don’t say anything else, it’s necessary to ask how much time he has left.

And he is preparing to do this at this moment.

...

The carriage swayed and finally arrived at the edge of the square outside the Church of St. Casso.

Although Charles was worried and suddenly became more alert, he still seemed calm and familiar on the surface.

After walking in, he finally found Zachary, who was sitting in a prayer room with the monks around him, and then asked about his purpose.

"Are you anxious?"

Regarding his problem, Monk Zachary turned his head and comforted: "Don't worry, Bishop Woodley will officially set out after Peace Day and help you solve your sister's curse problem."

Upon hearing this, Charles was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

As a relatively important festival in Dulin, the Peace Festival has been around for a few days.

In the past, he thought that the faster the better, the better, but now, his ideas are completely opposite.

The center of my mind was filled with electric shock, and finally Shire sighed.

"My strength is still not enough." He thought about this question silently, and then thought of the possibility of improving his strength as soon as possible.

Before, he was not in a hurry, so he was not interested in trying, but now...
Chapter completed!