Chapter 18 Attraction?

Klein, who has read a lot of magazines, knows that the circle he wants to enter has a lot of dance parties. He was not surprised by the suggestion of the housekeeper Walter, nodded and said:

"it is good."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to his personal servant Richardson and said:

"Prepare the carriage, I'm going to St. Samuel's Church."

Klein remembered very clearly that his main purpose was to act as a devout follower of the Evernight Goddess, get in touch with the corresponding priests, and find opportunities to sneak into the Chanis Gate. Therefore, he planned to go to the church to pray when he had time, to show his sincerity, and to be a fool. familiar.

"Yes, sir." Richardson replied respectfully.

Not long after, Klein put on his coat and top hat and boarded the rented luxury four-wheeled carriage, enjoying the scenery along the way while sipping black tea with lemon slices.

In fact, there is a small bar in the carriage, which contains distilled wines such as Gin Ronzi and Winter Blackland prepared by the butler Walter, as well as various red and white wines from Intis.

However, Klein doesn't like drinking very much. As an Extraordinary, he doesn't like the feeling of being drunk, which easily reminds him of losing control. Therefore, using the excuse that he can't drink in church, he ordered his personal servant Richard Desen prepared a pot of marquis black tea in advance.

"If possible, I'd actually like a cup of sweet iced tea more, it's the taste of the south." Klein half-jokingly said to Richardson.

"I'll prepare next time," Richardson responded immediately.

Klein smiled and shook his head:

"No, no, it's not decent.

"When I get acquainted with the neighbors here, we will hold a Dixie-style banquet, and prepare sweet iced tea at that time, hehe, I think their children should like it very much."

Seeing that he had misunderstood the meaning of his employer, Richardson hurriedly said nervously:

"I will remember."

It only takes about 20 minutes to walk from No. 160 Boklund Street to St. Samuel's Church on Paisfield Street. If it wasn't for the sake of decency and he had rented a carriage and hired a coachman, Klein would rather walk there and digest the food ,Physical fitness.

Soon, the carriage stopped at the edge of the square outside the church. Klein walked down with a gold-encrusted cane, and stopped to watch the white pigeons dance for a while.

Entering the church and coming to the big prayer hall, he handed over his top hat and cane to Richardson, found a place near the aisle and sat down, lowered his head, clasped his hands, and began to pray seriously and quietly.

Richardson sat behind him, put away various items, glanced at the dark holy emblem on the altar, and then closed his eyes.

In the peaceful and quiet atmosphere, Klein felt that his spirituality had slightly diverged, and he was not surprised by this, because believers who prayed in the church would have similar experiences—a small amount of spirituality with pious beliefs. The drops converged, providing power for the seal of Chanis Gate underground.

After an unknown amount of time, he had a sudden inspiration, quietly opened his eyes, and secretly looked obliquely ahead.

There stood an old man in the black robe of a clergyman, with thinning, frost-coloured hair, and a face as pale as a dead man.

Looking from a distance, his breath is cold and his expression is lacking, blending to some extent with the dim environment in the large prayer hall.

The internal watchman... Klein just glanced at it before making a judgment, closing his eyes and praying again. Of course, he had already remembered the other person's features:

Big nose, gray-blue eyes, sagging facial skin, no beard.

The old man dressed as a clergyman also sat down at this time, praying to the goddess wholeheartedly. In the entire prayer hall, there are only a few holes on the top of the front wall, which shines pure light, like bright stars, making the dark The environment appears soft and sacred.

As time passed by, Klein's inspiration was touched again.

He opened his eyes carefully, and saw the inner guard in black robe leave his seat and enter the side passage.

It should lead to the back of the church... Do all the guards inside live in the church? They have no relatives, no family, no home of their own? Judging from their status,

This does not seem to be too unexpected, and it is a normal measure for the people guarding the inside of Chanis Gate to accept the supervision of the bishops... This means that I really have to become friends with the bishops and priests of St. Samuel Church, and get The opportunity to freely enter and exit the back of the church... Klein didn't look too much, closed his eyes, and thought about various issues.

After a while, he got up slowly, walked towards the altar, stood in front of the offering box, took out 50 pounds in cash, and threw it in piously.

This made the bishop and pastor who were on duty today looked over, their eyes became friendly, and they remembered his appearance.

After finishing all this, Klein nodded slightly to several priests, turned around and walked towards the exit along the aisle, followed by Richardson holding his hat and cane.

After leaving the large prayer hall, he walked towards the gate amidst the exquisite murals and the light penetrating the stained glass on top.

At this moment, several figures came in. The leader was a middle-aged man with long temple hair and soft facial features. He was wearing a black windbreaker, without gloves, and without a cane.

On the left back of this man is a young man also wearing a black windbreaker. He has black hair and green eyes, and is handsome, but his hairstyle looks a bit random, as if he hasn't combed carefully after getting up in the morning.

Klein was very familiar with his appearance and figure, but he had the illusion that he hadn't seen him for more than ten years:

Leonard Mitchell!

Klein narrowed his eyes, without stopping at the soles of his feet, maintaining the previous pace and pace, and faced the "Nighthawks" in black trench coats.

Yes, Klein confirmed that they are "Nighthawks"!

When they met, he casually glanced at Leonard and the others, then passed them and walked towards the gate.

The door is open, the clouds outside are thin, the sun is pure, and the white doves are flying.

Leonard Mitchell also glanced at the passing believers idly, looked away, and sighed:

"I hope I can stay in Backlund for a few more days this time and take a good rest. This case is not only dangerous and exciting, but also must be tensed at all times."

Their group of "red gloves" just cracked a demon in human skin and captured two of the targets.

This may seem easy on the surface, but it is not simple at all. They have gone through many setbacks and counterattacks to complete the task with difficulty. Every team member is not only physically tired, but also mentally exhausted.

Captain Soest shook his head and smiled:

"This is life with us Red Gloves, and you should have known that when you chose to join.

"However, congratulations, you can be promoted to 'Requiem Master' this time."

Leonard Mitchell grinned and said:

"This is slower than I imagined. Also, Captain Soest, you are finally, finally able to reach Sequence 5."

"This is not a problem of the church. If I can bear it well, I can become a 'spirit witch' five years ago." Soest put away his smile and walked to the big prayer hall, "Go and pray to the goddess, this can Effectively eliminate your psychological pressure and restore your mental state."

While speaking, this group of "red gloves" entered the dark and quiet hall, and each found a place to sit down.

Leonard was about to concentrate on praying when he suddenly heard a slightly old voice in his mind:

"There was something wrong with that person just now."

"Who?" Leonard lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

The slightly old voice replied:

"One of the few people you met at the door, I live in your body, and my strength has not recovered, so I can't see too clearly."

Leonard recalled, and asked in a low voice:

"what is the problem?"

"He has an ancient aura about him." The voice in Leonard's mind said simply.

"A Extraordinary who has lived for a long time?" Leonard muttered, "I will try to find out."

At the same time, he thought in his heart:

The old man must have concealed something. He rarely reminded me who had a problem so proactively, but he spoke vaguely... When the target is found and it is confirmed that there is no harm for the time being, let it go, so as not to be involved in the fourth In the battle of those undead monsters... If the one really brings disaster, report directly to the Archbishop...

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Jorwood District, inside a house.

"This is the money I lent you earlier." Fors handed over the 220 pounds owed to Xio.

She has received £100 from Mr Moon and £500 from Ms Hermit.

Hugh Dilcha grabbed his messy blond hair, looked at the money, then looked up at Forsi, and blurted out:

"Are you really involved in illegal gambling?

"I must tell you that this kind of gambling is definitely a trap and a trap. It makes you win money only to make you lose more! Although you are a master trick and have a chance to deceive them, but similar games are likely to hide other Extraordinary!"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Fors pressed her hands, and said angrily and amusedly, "Do I look like the kind of person who would participate in illegal gambling?"

"Like!" Xio replied without hesitation, "If I hadn't stopped you, you wouldn't even be smoking, you would still want to smoke marijuana!"

That's because the pain caused by the ravings of the full moon made me seek to be paralyzed, and it won't be like this now... Forsi didn't argue with Xio, and explained directly:

"I sold my knowledge of mysticism at a party of Extraordinary people, hehe, that person was very generous and offered a few hundred pounds."

"Is that so..." Xio instantly put the question behind her, and said instead, "A new Extraordinary party recently appeared in the Eastern District, and I was invited."

"A new Extraordinary party?" Forsi was taken aback for a moment, and then looked forward to it.

According to some words of her teacher Dorian Gray and Mister Fool, she knows that Louis Wayne is the divine envoy of the Aurora Society. This time, he came to Backlund to replace Mr. A who was missing before, and rebuild the building. The Aurora Society forces in the metropolis, so it is quite possible for him to disguise himself and get a new Extraordinary party out.

Fore thought for a while, and said to Hugh unintentionally:

"Are you going to participate?"

"Of course, I have to prepare the 'Interrogator' potion formula." Xio replied decisively.

Forsi nodded, covered her mouth and yawned:

"When you are qualified to invite new members, remember to bring me along."

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