To Four Thousand Years Later

[Main task, me, or you: Break Carloman's assassination plan against you, and complete the assassination successfully]

[You got: Popularity 2, field "Energetics"]

The announcement of the completion of the main task woke up Charles, who was in a daze and was almost falling asleep.

...Ah, has it been poisoned for so long?

…

Charles smacked his lips and sighed in regret. He thought he could finally sleep soundly.

The last time he was born, he continued to burn his soul continuously. Until the legendary victory, death day. He didn't sleep even one night.

At that time, he didn't feel tired at all because he didn't sleep. And for him who doesn't have much time, spending at least one-third of his time every day is really too extravagant.

…and he didn't feel the pleasure of sleep either. Charles' exhaustion. It was because his soul was constantly squeezed and burned, and it was also because his psychic energy was too powerful.

Without restraint and without being consumed, his body cannot fully bear it. Only by constantly consuming spiritual energy and accelerating the speed of learning, working and thinking can the fatigue of this kind of thinking burden be relieved, and this kind of Fatigue is not relieved by sleep. So his brain in that body. There was never a "time to sleep" signal to him.

Because of this, he also can't feel the ease and joy of sleeping that ordinary people can enjoy. It's not time for a Debbie ring yet.

On the one hand, Charles has not turned on sixteen times the work efficiency, and there is still the possibility of being poisoned or cursed, injured by the spell of the demon god, or directly assassinated... On the other hand, he is now like eating food, or sleeping.

"Forget it, they're all awake anyway.

Charles yawned and sat up in bed, muttering under his breath. A hazy white light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the overflowing spiritual energy swept across the entire room like an invisible storm. Just the resonance of the aftermath makes the metal utensils vibrate slightly and make a slight noise.

"I call you in the name of Solomon. At the same time as his voice fell, a strange magic circle appeared on the ground. A half-man with a leopard head shining in radiance, hunched over, and wearing a long robe appeared in front of him. Behind it are a pair of semi-bright wings of brilliant golden light, holding a wooden staff, and the eyes of the beast are shining with bursting iridescent light.

Its eyes are majestic, and its face is so fierce that mortals cannot look directly at it.

But when it saw that the summoner was Charles, it couldn't help being slightly stunned. The voice of Floros came out, very helpless: "My king...why do you call me in this way? I am at the opposite door, you just need to open the door and call and I can hear you...

Dui Ruo, the leopard head transformed into a strong and kind old man again. The dazzling brilliance on his body disappeared in an instant.

"Try... It's a surprise inspection when you're bored. Charles shrugged: "When I first left, I remember saying something like that.

"Yes." Floros replied immediately: "You ordered us to wait, if anyone summons you in the name of Solomon, you must respond immediately as a monster." For eighteen hundred years, we have always been So promised...if the other party has psychic aptitude.

"Because I felt a strong wave of spiritual energy, I rushed over in a hurry, trying to recruit him into the Firstborn.

Floros shrugged: "As for the language...that's the details. In principle, as long as someone calls us the name of the demon god, we can hear it-that's the command label given to us by the five people. But We don't bother to respond to those who don't clearly state the purpose of the call, or lie, or don't have any promises. Ah, it's probably like a private chat. Charles understands.

Although in principle, you can leave a message or send an email as long as you know the Penguin account of a certain boss, but if you don't explain the source and purpose clearly or if the other party thinks it is unreliable, you will not reply. Then Floros seemed to see a penguin number like six eights or eight sixes, and he was shocked and knocked back immediately. It's kind of trendy to think about it that way.

"If you are bored, you can also call other people, such as Master Yastaru or Master Baimeng, to chat with you. After all, they don't even know that you have been resurrected.

Floros said with a smile: "However, I think since you chose to summon me, there must be something wrong.

"yes.

Charles sat by the bed and said in a gentle tone, "I guess Carloman is dead just now?"

"Yes, your calculations are correct."

Floros said respectfully: "Do you want me to create your alibi?

"One is right, and one is not right."

Charles showed a very pleasant smile: "Alibi is useless. What I want you to create... is the trace of my assassination.

Floros raised his eyebrows, showed an intriguing and equally pleasant smile, and simply replied: "Okay." Then let me tell you about the script.

Charles said in detail: "Pipin III was cursed by a witch raised by the Goths. On his deathbed, the two princes were recalled to the city of Yashen. After confirming the death of Pepin III, the witches killed Carloman separately. And Charles... When he cursed and killed Charles, Tupin, who lived next door, sensed the crisis and rushed to rescue the dying Prince Charles at the last moment, and killed the witch. But Carloman The prince was half a step late, how about his unfortunate death, can you do it?"

"Can.

Floros thought for a while, and simply replied: "Who will the witch choose?"

"I don't know much about Frank's political situation. Charles said lazily: "But I remember you said. Ah Shen's maids are the daughters of nobles, right? That's as simple as the most dangerous and uncontrollable of the fence-sitting nobles who don't support Carloman or me. Find his daughter.

He lay back on his back and said calmly: 'The witch is her. Remember to inform Beltrada in advance...don't let her reveal her secrets. "

"Okay. Bite it all to me. Floros made a reassuring voice, put his hand on Charles' forehead, and said softly: "Please forgive me for hurting you, and the power of illusion is leaching. Charles immediately lost consciousness and passed out. And he moved his hand to Charles' lower abdomen. The cold breath infiltrated, Charles' face became pale and tired, and his lips turned purple. If you don't look carefully, it's almost the same as Carloman's death. This level is enough. It looks miserable. But in fact, there is no danger, and it can let adults sleep well...

Floros secretly admired Charles' forethought.

It turned out that my lord didn't want to wear the ring donation because of this plan.