first wizarding world war.

Chapter 12 Anne of Brittany
In this era, there are no real estate agencies in any country. Anyone who wants to sell a house can only go to the real estate bureau set up by the government. If you want to buy real estate, you can only go to the real estate bureau.

The two parties to the transaction often do not need to meet. The seller only needs to give the real estate bureau an offer, and the buyer pays the real estate bureau directly and pays taxes to get the property certificate.

Charlotte thought for a while, and the sleepiness in her body gradually became unstoppable. He didn't even take off his clothes and fell into a hazy dream.

Dark night, long street without lights!
The flickering stars and the whistling wind.

Charlotte was a little confused. He looked around, wondering how he ended up outside, obviously lying on the bed.

"have some problem."

Charlotte tried to gather the Bloody Glory. Over the past ten days, this superpower had made further progress. A small vortex had formed between her eyebrows. A strange energy flowed throughout her body, making him feel calm. .

A soft voice suddenly sounded from behind: "You hurt me."

Charlotte turned around in surprise and saw a beautiful young lady. Her dress was stained with blood and her face was bruised. She looked very embarrassed. She remembered the murder case in the daytime and asked, "Are you Mrs. Yang Mills?"

The young lady couldn't help laughing. It was a bit strange under the night. She asked quietly: "Don't you even remember who I am? Don't you feel any guilt for letting me be killed by my husband?"

A delicate palm rested on Sherlock's shoulder. The young lady pressed her face against his face, breathed a chilling breath, and said, "Don't you think you want to make it up to me?"

Charlotte smiled slightly and said very calmly: "You are not Mrs. Yang Mills, otherwise you should have discovered that you had mistakenly identified the person."

A resentful laugh echoed in her ears, and the young lady shouted, "You still want to shirk your responsibility? Pretend not to know me. Please come with me to hell and relive the beautiful moments we once had together."

Charlotte closed his eyes, and the bloody glory poured into his fist. He punched out and collided with an unknown object. He clearly felt that his fist had the upper hand and knocked something away.

Charlotte said quietly in a voice that only she could hear: "It turns out that in the dream, I was still Huang Haisheng!"

He had long realized that he was in a dream.

Because his appearance has returned to that of his previous life, with black hair, black eyes, and white and weak hands.

Bloody glory belongs to the Evil Master!

There are many types of evil energy, but each one comes from the source of the soul.

Dreams will block pure physical energy, but they will not block the evil energy from the source of the soul.

Although Bloody Glory has just awakened and has very little cultivation, it does not weaken in the slightest just because it is a dream.

A voice shouted angrily: "Are you actually a transcendent?"

Charlotte still closed her eyes, made a gentleman's salute, smiled and said, "Yes!"

"damn it!"

Charlotte felt her body sink. She opened her eyes and saw the ceiling of the bedroom.

He jumped up and opened the window. There was a carriage parked across the street. A lantern hung on the carriage, making the street dark and dim.

Charlotte jumped out of the window calmly. This was the first time for him to try free fall from a height of four floors in his two lives. He was not afraid of the whistling wind in his ears.

The bloody glory filled his legs, making them as strong as an antelope. He landed on the ground, squatted slightly, and relieved the impact of jumping from a high place, and walked gracefully towards the carriage on the other side of the street.

Charlotte smiled slightly and said: "It is very impolite to intrude into other people's dreams. Can you tell me who you are?"

A young girl's voice came from the carriage, and she said in a panic, "What did you say? I'm just passing by, please get out of the way."

Charlotte whispered: "I didn't block your way. If you don't want to say anything, I won't force it. If you have any questions about the death of Mrs. Young Mills, I am willing to tell you everything I know. Any questions will be answered.”

The young girl in the carriage whispered after a long time: "Sorry, it seems that I really recognized the wrong person. Sir, please get in the carriage."

The carriage door opened slightly, and Charlotte opened the door without hesitation and stepped onto the carriage in one step.

The carriage required horses to drag it, and its wheels were extremely high. As a result, the carriage's carriage was much higher than that of later generations of cars, and ordinary people needed to use pedals to get up and down freely.

If Charlotte can take such a step calmly, one must be a warrior with first-class physical fitness, or an extraordinary person, or both.

There was a young girl in the carriage. She was wearing a long skirt and a homelike appearance. She had an exquisite appearance and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Her fair and pretty face looked calm, but her ears were slightly red and hidden in her hands. The dagger revealed the details.

"Charlotte Mecklen, graduated from the University of Sheffield, works in the central government office, first-class extraordinary." The brief introduction broke the awkwardness, and also allowed the girl to ease her uneasiness and put away some hostility. .

She whispered: "Anne Brittany, a third-year student at Gorgias University. In her first year, she became a dreamwalker."

Charlotte paid a little attention to the surname Brittany. This surname was noble and extraordinary, but it was obviously inappropriate to ask anything in this situation. He smiled and said: "The University of Gorgias is the university I once dreamed of."

Anne Brittany obviously didn't know how to deal with this kind of out-of-the-box conversation, and said softly: "The University of Sheffield is also a good university."

Charlotte smiled and said, "Every university is a good university."

This is undisputed nonsense.

The universities of this era are not the ocean of knowledge that provides the simple education of later generations, but a place of God’s grace.

There are nine gods in charge of the era, but only four of the gods' followers have founded universities. Each university is the highest institution of learning for mankind, and each university cultivates the chosen sons of God.

Anne agreed with this sentence, and unknowingly the rhythm of the conversation took Charlotte astray.

"I am very sad that this happened, but I am not familiar with Mrs. Yang Mills. Mr. Yang Mills must have misunderstood his wife, which led to the tragedy."

"If you go to the central government office to investigate, you can easily know that I have been on vacation in Senes recently and just came back a few days ago."

Anne Brittany hesitated and said, "I believe Mr. Mecklen, I misunderstood you."

Charlotte smiled slightly. He used a very common saying in later generations, using irrelevant but unobjectionable facts to prove a result thousands of miles away. Many people believed that unobjectionable fact, but subconsciously ignored it and The results are irrelevant.

(End of this chapter)