【The sacred scepter full of unknown spirituality, its history is very long, it is full of secrets; it may have a connection with some existence in this world】

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The message prompt floated by. After a few glances, Charles looked at it and reached out to the seemingly inconspicuous scepter.

The scepter held tightly in the hands of the mummy was fixed to a slightly tighter one. As Charles exerted force, a slight sound of shattering sounded.

"Sorry." After looking down at the mummy with a broken arm, Charles then focused his attention on the "wood" he picked up in his hand.

No divine sound appeared again, no other sounds or abnormal movements, so that Charles kept looking at it, but he was a little confused about what this thing was.

"The legendary artifact?"

This thought flashed through his mind, and Charles felt that this guess seemed to be a bit reliable.

After watching for a long time, thinking about the reasons for the scepter, he was so stupid that he recited a spell.

A spell similar to those he heard before.

Extensive, magnificent, magnificent, ethereal...

As the spell appeared, suddenly, the scepter in his hand that had been sealed by the coffin for countless years and had turned slightly black suddenly trembled, and then a slight light slowly emerged from it.

The black decay traces fell off as they trembled, and the light spread, and the dull color was extremely restrained. After a while, the scepter returned to its former brown and yellow shinyness, and overall, it looked completely new.

The sacred light dispels darkness, overshadows the dim color of the torch, bright but not dazzling, and looks very comfortable.

The other guards in the stone chamber were full of surprise at this situation. Although Charle looked "pure", no one could forget his true identity, cold-blooded, cruel, arrogant, terrifying, and playing with death...

All events have long become completely unfamiliar with the parties involved under the spread of rumors.

Unconsciously, Charles couldn't imagine what the people in this world had to say about him. However, the young man in front of him who exuded a sacred aura with a milky white halo was really the cruel and cold-blooded black wizard?

"I'm dreaming..."

Some people rub their eyes in disbelief, while others stared at the pure and reassuring milky white light, muttering to themselves.

But more, they are just dumbfounded.

The door of the stone chamber was never closed, so the old monk outside also saw this situation. He took advantage of the surprise stall of Knight Pramer, hurriedly shook off his restraint, and then walked over with a staggering rush.

"You, child, what did you do?" The old monk stared at the milky white light on the scepter with wide eyes, trembling.

Without answering him, Charles was concentrating on the brighter wooden stick in his hand, and the sacred mantra in his mouth never stopped.

As the spell continued to sound, the light became brighter and brighter. After crossing a boundary, the scepter in his hand trembled slightly before and suddenly began to vibrate violently. The vibration was very rapid. As soon as it appeared, Shire was almost thrown off by the scepter.

The pure light spread with the vibration, originally just covering the entire scepter, but in an instant it turned into a shroud of Shire, an old monk, and even a whole stone chamber!

"Miracle! This is a miracle! The Heavenly Father blessed and the Virgin Mary blessed. Before his death, the believer Chad actually saw the miracle coming! Miracle..."

The halo was shrouded in the old monk kneeled beside him tremblingly and began to pray tremblingly, his expression full of excitement and fanaticism.

The entire stone chamber was thus trapped in a strange atmosphere. No one spoke, only the urgent and slight prayer of the old monk, the breathing of the guards, the spells in Charles' mouth, and the special sound of the scepter's vibration.

However, this scene did not last long. Seeing that the scepter was shaking and seemed to be about to escape, Shire quickly stopped the spell in his mouth.

So the light converged and the vibration stopped suddenly.

Silence follows.

Half a minute

"Sir Kelanston, this..." Knight Pramer looked at the scepter in his hand, then looked at Charle's young and even slightly immature face, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"As you see." Charles did not intend to explain, but looked down at the old monk who was still praying, ready to ask about the specific situation of the scepter.

However, before he could speak, a noise came from outside.

The sound was very vague at first, as chaotic as a murmur. But when everyone was listening carefully with their ears pricked up, the vague sound became a little clearer.

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"Super the black wizard!"

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"The wizard should be burned to death!"

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"Burn to death!"

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Hearing this, Knight Pramer didn't bother to ask questions. He quickly walked out the door, intending to find out what was going on. However, not long after, he walked back in a little panic.

After looking at Charles, he did not speak, but looked at the old monk who was still kneeling on the ground but had finished praying.

"Is there any other way to leave?" he asked hurriedly.

"Sorry, there is only one person." The monk said, looking at Charles with a "fierce" look, "But this adult doesn't need to be afraid of those people outside. He is favored by the seven gods, and his words and deeds are blessed by the gods."

"We can't take this risk." Knight Pramer didn't agree with this, so he couldn't help looking at Charles again.

There was no response, but after thinking for a while, Charles walked straight out the door.

Seeing this, the guards hurriedly followed suit, and their behavior and expressions did not seem too worried.

Things seemed a little wrong, but looking at the one in front, they felt a sense of confusion.

So when they left the ground, came to the upper house and looked out, a group of excited people came into view.

Most of these people were sloppy and dirty. When they looked at each other, they knew they were a group of poor people from flea nests.

The people in the Flea Nest are not usually in mind at all the guards, including the Knights Pramer. However, seeing them again at this moment makes them feel a little nervous, especially after realizing the crazy twisted surfaces in the crowd, no one can ignore them again.

It seems that they "discovered" the traces of the black wizard, so they came to "siege"?

Charles had been alert to this before, but who would have thought that the first person to be "blocked to the crater" was him, the one who was guarded?

"Respond so quickly? That guy is really powerful." Looking at all this, he couldn't help but look down at the scepter in his hand.

"What a coincidence, I just got this thing and it came in handy?"

"No, if I didn't come to find this thing, I wouldn't have encountered such a thing..."

"So this is considered a blessing that depends on good fortune, and good fortune that hides misfortune?"

A classic saying flashed through my mind. Charles looked up at the large number of poor people outside the house staring tightly at this place, took a deep breath, then stepped out of the door, squeezed away the two trembling guards, and glanced around him, and then-

Holding the scepter high, the light appears again.

When many mobs outside saw people walking out of the house, they stopped frantically and then burst out in a louder manner. However, the explosion lasted only for a breath or two and then came to an abrupt end again.

Looking around, the milky white light was particularly obvious even under the sunlight. It first appeared from the crystal on the top of the scepter, and then began to spread, the body of the scepter, the arms, body, the whole person, and even the surroundings.

As the young man approached, the light flashed and gradually began to spread out in an arc-shaped manner in all directions. A milky white halo was covered with darkness in the square, and all the poor people who surrounded him to participate in the riot suddenly became quiet.

It seemed that due to shock, and it seemed that the light was really special. When the milky white aura came over the head, the mobs who were originally distorted and crazy in their expressions slowly relaxed and quietly stared at the young figure, and the noise gradually became weak.

Seeing this, the guards secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the matter should have been resolved. However, when their expressions were relaxed, a stone suddenly threw it out of the crowd, accompanied by a slander.

"The black wizard has started to use witchcraft! Don't be fooled by him!"

The stone hit Shire's forehead, and blood flowed out, but Shire did not feel any pain or shock. Instead, under the light, his inexplicable anger rose, as if he had encountered some incredible "insult".

His deep eyes couldn't help but look at the man.

It seemed that the holder's mentality was sensed, and the trembling scepter held high in his hand calmed down. Then, a more intense light burst out instantly and spread rapidly to the surroundings in an arc, as if a rapid wind whistled the sleeves of the people around him!

Divine power is inviolable!

"Criminal!"

"Criminal!"

"Criminal!"

"You are guilty!"

"guilty!"

"guilty!"

The halo was irritable, and suddenly there were majestic questioning sounds around him, swarming like sharp swords from all directions.

The stone thrower could barely remain calm at first, but not long after, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground with a thud, bent over and hunched over, covering his cheeks and burst into tears.

"I am guilty, I plead guilty!"

"I shouldn't have stolen the relief money from my neighbor's house, I shouldn't have been disdainful of the gods, I shouldn't have been peeking at Elsa to take a bath, and I shouldn't have offended the great Sir Corranston because of the silver deer gold coins. I encourage these idiots, I am guilty, I deserve to die!"

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The crowd was silent in the quiet square, only the middle-aged man kneeled down and confessed.

Encourage?

idiot?

Everyone listened in a daze, and the cheeks that had been peacefully hidden due to the light were filled with anger again.

"Bitch!"

"Bitches are raised!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The light quietly converged, but at this time there was no need for the light to appear again. The crazy shouts and scoldings came from scattered to roar one after another. The mobs who were being played were even more angry than before, and some even began to roll up their sleeves and put them in an attempt to take action. The person who was pointed at by thousands of people was destined to have no good ending.

The large number of mobs who were originally ordered to "judgment" the black wizard became his most advantageous weapon at this time.

The crisis was thus resolved.

"Grand, sir, should we go back first?" After looking at Jingjing for a while, Knight Pramer asked Char beside him with a decent look on his face - he had to say that he was a little scared.

"Don't go back now."

Shire ignored the riots in the square and frowned at the scepter in his hand, as if he had discovered something special. Then, under the unknown gaze of the Knight Pramer, he looked at his left front.

"Where is there?"
Chapter completed!