Here, a person is admiring the carvings on the wall.

The painting was of a group of angels fighting against demons, and his eyes fell on one of the angels.

It was an angel delivering a message on the battlefield.

Although her position was low, as long as she had specific duties, it meant that her name was known to countless people.

"The messenger who controls dreams and thunder, the attendant of the seven archangels, the angel who brings peace of mind to people, Remiel."

Carl said slowly:

"I never thought such a being could stay in the world forever."

"I remember you." Ray Miller said, "The wizard apprentice beside Catherine. But I heard that you have gone to that wizard world. Why are you back?"

"I'm old and I miss my hometown, so I came back." Carl turned around and looked at the other person, frowning subconsciously:

"Such great hostility..."

"Don't forget the agreement between the gods and wizards. You have no right to take action until I break the agreement."

This agreement is unbreakable.

At least not the angels.

The gray-robed wizard Addison was so unpopular at the time that the gods had to find a way to make him commit suicide instead of taking direct action.

"Humph!" Remiler snorted coldly:

"People without faith are never trustworthy. What is your purpose for appearing here?"

“I told you, retirement.” Karl shrugged and asked, “How is Catherine doing now?”

"She's fine." Remire looked at him deeply with a gloomy look in his eyes, then turned and left, leaving behind a sentence:

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Strange?" Karl looked surprised: "Have I ever offended her?"

"This old man..." Just as he was puzzled, a young man came up to him:

"You know Bishop Louis?"

“Hmm…” Carl tilted his head: “I met him a few times when I was young.”

"Then you must be her elder." The young man was delighted:

"I am a faithful believer and have always wanted to receive Bishop Louis' blessing. I wonder if I will have this opportunity."

"It would be even better if we could be alone together for a while!"

Carl laughed.

He was not disguising himself, and with the injuries on his body, he looked like a man in his sixties or seventies.

And Ray Miller's current appearance is that of a man in his twenties or thirties.

I have seen him when I was young, so he must be my elder.

The young man obviously fell in love with Remiller. After all, how could an angel's appearance be bad?

"Don't worry yet."

Karl pointed his finger: "Who is that person?"

"Him?" The young man frowned. "Cologne's envoy, Cecilia the Poisonous Wolf, a lobbyist and villain with very sharp teeth."

Hmm? An envoy from Cologne? Karl raised his eyebrows.

Remuel is an angel serving the Lord of the Morning.

The God of the Burning Sun worshipped by the Kingdom of Cologne and the Lord of the Dawn worshipped by the Kingdom of Gondor are currently fighting.

'No wonder!'

"It is obviously abnormal for Remire to meet with the envoy of Cologne in private. Could it be that he wants to instigate the other side?"

Carl was thoughtful.

It seems that he had stumbled upon some secret, which caused Ray Miller to have murderous intentions.

"young people."

Carl smiled at the young man with hope in his eyes and said, "From what I know, Louis has dedicated everything to the Lord of Dawn and doesn't care about the love of mortals."

“Give up!”

Patting the other person on the shoulder, Carl walked upstairs.

He was not interested in Remiel's secret, and even if the gods fought each other and bleed, it had nothing to do with him.

* * * A few days later.

The northern suburbs of the royal city.

Bastin drove to a manor, parked the carriage, and helped Carl get off.

"Your Excellency Count Karl."

A middle-aged man with a hooked nose came over and said in a flattering voice:

"Welcome."

"Mr. Karl." Charlene bowed gently at the side: "We meet again."

"Um."

He asked, "Is this the place?"

"That's right." The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly:

"My Lord Earl, this was originally the private residence of the Hill family. It became unused because the family moved to the city."

"Don't be fooled by the shabby exterior. The interior is actually well preserved and can be lived in with a little care."

"Oh!" Karl smiled and walked towards the manor:

"Is that really the case?"

The middle-aged man's expression changed when he heard this.

"Count Karl." Sharlene said with a smile, "According to my research, this manor has had at least four owners in the past thirty years."

"And in every time they lived there, there were tragedies."

"ah!"

Bastin's face turned pale.

The middle-aged man's face became more and more ugly. He was a real estate agent and his goal was to sell houses.

So the look he gave Sharin was inevitably somewhat displeased.

However, this woman had a special identity and was far beyond his reach to provoke, so he could only swallow his anger helplessly.

"massacre."

Carl nodded:

"The kind that has killed someone?"

"yes."

Charlene should be:

"This kind of large estate is difficult to transfer. Changing four owners in 30 years is definitely quite frequent, and it is for this reason."

"But because of this, the price is very cheap. You only need two thousand gold coins to buy it. In fact, if you hadn't mentioned that you don't care about the so-called haunted house, I wouldn't recommend this place."

"Two thousand gold coins." Carl sighed softly, "It's really cheap."

A similar manor in Signo City costs nearly two thousand gold coins, but the price here is the same.

You know, this is the royal city! "Take me around."

This is naturally said to the real estate agent.

"yes."

The middle-aged man had been planning to give up, but when he heard this, his eyes lit up and he quickly stretched out his hand and said:

"This way please!"

The manor is very large, covering dozens of acres including the green space and several rows of trees nearby, but it is obviously abandoned.

Because they were going to sell it, the Hill family took some simple care of it, but not very carefully.

There are obvious spider webs and animal carcasses in the corners, and a peculiar strange smell can be smelled in many places.

Similar to the smell of decay.

"My Lord Earl, this manor is in a great location. There is a road leading directly to the inner city. A lot of money was invested in the building materials, and even the layout of the room was carefully considered."

The man introduced: "Even if you don't live in it, it's still a good investment. Two thousand gold coins is the lowest price possible."

"Um."

Karl nodded expressionlessly, walked to a locked door, and asked, "Why is this locked?"

“This…” The man’s face changed slightly. He subconsciously didn’t dare to look at the door. He lowered his voice and said, “This door leads to the basement of the manor. I heard that there is a demon sealed in it, so the owner of the manor got into trouble.”

"Then the door was locked."

"Demons?" Carl shook his head. "The glory of God is everywhere. There is no such thing as demons."

There are no demons in nature.

But there are wizards!

Carl came back this time naturally to avoid the revenge of the Green family, and secondly, he also wanted to find the inheritance left by Addison.

Addison is only a second-ring wizard, and his strength is far inferior to that of Carl now.

But the other party has reached the second ring in this desert where wizards practice, and he is truly the strongest one.

I am still a little curious about his heritage.

After devouring Addison's remaining soul, Carl naturally knew where the other party had hidden the inheritance.

The Kingdom of Gondor!

Suburban estate.

Right behind this door.

However, Addison arranged for someone to look after his inheritance, but that person is now missing.

(End of this chapter)