The Charles Becomes a Wizard

As soon as the circus members left, Sebastian came back with his young master, who was still wearing a little skirt.

The target went straight to the tents of several first-level members, but just as they touched the edge of the tent, the two of them were stopped by William.

"Where are you going?" The Grim Reaper, wearing green striped pajamas, stood in front of them with weapons in hand.

"I told you before, I don't like working overtime, please don't cause trouble to others."

"Death, get out of the way and don't get in our way." Charles, who was held in one hand, said condescendingly.

"Really? A soul of this quality doesn't seem to be that good, does it?" William glanced at Charles coldly.

"Tsk." Ciel frowned, his eyes moving around the Grim Reaper's Scythe. "You even carried your own weapon when you performed on stage. When it comes to disguise, you are no match for that low-level Grim Reaper."

A red head suddenly appeared in his mind, and William drove him out a second later.

He actually compared the two of them together. He really is a bad-tempered kid.

"Devil, take your food and get out of here. This is not the place for you."

William raised his hand suddenly, and the handle of the Grim Reaper's Scythe instantly lengthened, and the sharp tip pierced straight into Sebastian's throat, but he easily dodged it by jumping back.

"Please keep this dangerous thing safe. If it hurts the young master, I will be angry."

"Then I'll just have to get rid of you before that." The Grim Reaper's Scythe flew towards Sebastian again, but the demon holding Ciel dodged it easily.

"Put me down, Sebastian," Ciel said suddenly.

"Master?" Sebastian asked in confusion after raising his leg and kicking away the Grim Reaper's Scythe that was so close to him.

"Put me down."

This opportunity was rare, and Charles certainly didn't want to waste too much time on this inexplicably appearing Grim Reaper. If he wanted to investigate, he had to find a chance to get rid of this guy, so he repeated his order.

"Yes."

Having been put down, Charles faced the Grim Reaper's scythe without dodging or avoiding. The sharp tip stopped at the moment before piercing Charles' neck.

"As expected," Charles smiled. "I'm not on the death list, so you can't do anything to me."

"As the God of Death, you can't interfere with the life and death of the living, right?" Noticing his reaction, Charles took a step towards him, and a shallow blood mark instantly appeared on the boy's slender white neck.

William's pupils suddenly shrank, and he raised his hand to retract his weapon.

"Glasses boy, you can't attack me, otherwise you will be punished by the Death God Association." Ciel said in a firm tone, "A guy like you who is always so strict will not like being punished."

He is indeed a bad-tempered kid.

"Ah," William pushed his glasses, and the square lenses flashed a white light as he moved: "But as long as it doesn't involve life and death, it's fine."

He was a strict person by nature and used to abiding by the rules, so he knew every rule of the Death God Association by heart. It was of course easy for him to find loopholes in them.

"Is that so?" Ciel was not worried that the Grim Reaper in front of him would suddenly attack. He nodded and instructed Sebastian, "Stop him. I will conduct the investigation."

After saying that, he ran towards the nearest tent without looking back.

Sebastian's lips curled up into a faint smile, and he put one hand on his chest and bowed to Ciel's back, "As you wish."

"It's shameless to talk big."

Before William finished his words, the Grim Reaper's Scythe attacked Charles' thin shoulder, and then the sharp blade was firmly grasped in Sebastian's hand.

A dark red liquid fell to the ground and William opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

"I'm really sorry," the demon who caught the Death Scythe with his bare hands said with a smile, as if he didn't feel any pain. "I also have my obligations as a butler, please don't interfere with my master."

"You don't want to cause too much of a commotion here, do you?"

"How about making a deal with me?" The butler dressed in black said, "As long as you don't interfere with our actions today, I will not devour any souls within your jurisdiction in the future."

“Isn’t it a good deal?”

"Hmph. I refuse." The handle shortened, bringing out a large pool of blood. William glanced in the direction where Charles left. "To lure prey with sweet words and then drag them into darkness, isn't this a common trick used by demons?"

"Is it really not possible?" Sebastian sighed softly, took off the white gloves soaked in blood, and raised his hand to lick the puncture wound on the palm of his hand.

The cool night wind blew up the back of his tuxedo, and his eyes flashed a dark red light.

"Then we can only fight head-on."

......

The interior of the tent chosen by Charles looked quite simple - there was only a wooden bed, a full-length mirror and a suitcase.

As soon as he entered the tent, Charles' attention was attracted by the photos placed on the suitcase.

There are eight people in total in the photo, seven children and a middle-aged man who looks very kind.

From the photo, we can see that the seven children are the main members of the circus called Noah's Ark, while the middle-aged man looks very ordinary and fat. From his appearance alone, he has no offensive power and almost no characteristics.

Could this be the circus's sponsor? The real head of the circus? He doesn't look like the real one...

Finding this guy should be enough to solve the case...

Charles' gaze paused for a moment on the ring on the man's finger. If he wanted to investigate his identity, he could only start with this ring.

This type of seal ring is usually engraved with patterns and initials that symbolize the individual or family.

Horse? A family crest with a horse may be a person who has been awarded the Order of Knight or a soldier. It may not be generalized. There are many family crests with similar appearances...

Charles memorized the appearance of the medal and turned to go into the other tents.

Sure enough, there was a photo of that man in this tent, and the background of the photo was...

"Work House?"

Is it an orphanage?

Judging from the way they dress, they are from the wealthy class or aristocracy...

So that person is the one who funded them?

A philanthropist?

If you are a philanthropist, you should have a certain social status...

"Master, have you found anything?" A deep voice suddenly came from behind.

Ciel: !!!

"Why did you get in?"

"What about the Grim Reaper?"