Church of St. Samuel, behind the Charnis Gate.

St. Anthony, Archbishop of Beckland, stood at the entrance of the staircase connecting the first and second floors, watching several "night watchmen" deacons busily go back and forth, many of them wearing red gloves.

As the spokesperson of the Church of the Night in the kingdom's capital, there was no obvious emotion on the clean and beardless face of the Holy Anthony, and the deep and dark eyes were also not hidden, but everyone who passed by him could feel the soul trembling, and an indescribable fear emerged in the bottom of his heart.

"Your Excellency, after the inventory, all the occult materials have not been lost, including various potions main materials and extraordinary properties......"

"Your Excellency, the recipes for all potions are in their original locations, and it has been preliminarily determined that no one has turned them over in the past eight hours......"

"Your Excellency, all the prisoners who were held on the first floor are here, no one has escaped, no one has died......"

"Your Excellency, the materials and texts have not been destroyed or moved in the slightest......"

"Your Excellency, all the '3' and '2' level seals here are here, and none of them have been taken......"

"Your Excellency, the three 'Level 1' seals are still sealed, and there is no trace of leaving their respective areas......"

"Your Excellency, the core of the seal is still intact and has not been damaged in the slightest......"

"Your Excellency, it has been confirmed that there is not a single thing here, and there is no dangerous arrangement left......"

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, I didn't find the enemy who infiltrated disguised as an internal caretaker, and he seems, as if he has directly evaporated......"

As one deacon after another returns, things gradually turn a little weird.

They couldn't imagine that a cunning and powerful extraordinary person took a very high risk, after careful planning, and exhausted all means, finally entered the Chanis Gate, but took nothing, walked around and left!

This makes it seem as if the other party is just trying to prove his abilities, or to help the church find loopholes in the Chanismen guarding process.

Deacon Sost, who led a team of red gloves, looked around and weighed one of his guesses:

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, could it be a requirement for the promotion ceremony of which sequence?"

He has done the task of capturing the "demon", and he habitually guesses in this direction, and starting from sequence 5, the promotion ceremonies of different paths and sequences are different, and there are not a few people that the Night Church has never understood.

If this is the case, Sost seems to have seen the mocking smile of the infiltrator, saying that "even the Chanis Gate of the Night Church, I am free to come and go, no different from going to a department store, and those 'night watchmen' can only be furious with their incompetence when the matter is over."

Be sure to catch him!!!

St. Anthony was about to speak, when another "night watchman," deacon Dalie Simone, suggested a second possibility:

"Maybe the infiltrator was affected by a negative effect when he tried to take a seal, and he died on the spot and was devoured?"

St. Anthony nodded thoughtfully and said:

"I'll go to the third floor first. ”

With that, he walked steadily deeper into the second layer of the earth, opening the way to the third layer in a hidden location.

The other deacons had no authority because they were not hierarchical enough, so they had to wait where they were.

St. Anthony soon came to the third floor, which was small in size, and with a sweep of his gaze, he preliminarily confirmed that there were no anomalous changes in the seals "1-29" and "1-80".

He followed a strict process and observed the situation inside "1-80" through "1-29", and found that "0-17" was lying there, half-open, as usual.

In the process, St. Anthony approached three times and distanced himself three times, sometimes changing positions, sometimes shrouding himself in a layer of night, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

- Even a sage, he doesn't dare to underestimate every item here, not to mention the "0-17" where the power occasionally breaks through the "container" and causes the seal to fail for a short time, even "1-29" and "1-80" are quite dangerous things, Anthony doesn't want to degenerate into an "amnesiac" who has to relearn how to eat and drink, and he doesn't want to be a part of the dream between the real and the unreal.

No problem...... Anthony breathed a sigh of relief and began to restore the outer two seals to their previous state.

After a few minutes, the deacons of the "Night Watch" saw His Excellency the Archbishop return to the upper floor.

"It is indeed possible that the infiltrator has died as a result of contact with the seal. St. Anthony was somewhat vague when he uttered the word "death."

Without any explanation, he commanded:

"Either way, this matter must be investigated, and the infiltrators are likely to have accomplices!

"Being able to infiltrate the Church of St. Samuel without causing any movement means that the subject is familiar with the place, with the recent rotation of the Caretaker inside, with the handover process of the Night Watchman, and with the ability or item to change his appearance, and that he has the help of the Extraordinary One who holds the Relic of the Night Path, or that is his own.

"Combining these conditions, check whether the servants and priests have been subjected to inconspicuous channeling or inducements, whether the bishops have turned their backs on the goddess, and whether the believers have recently come to church...... At the same time, check the neighborhoods where those believers are, maybe they didn't mean to leak it, but someone stole it, as for you, it's up to me to investigate.

"Also, find the missing servant and see what clues there are. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency. Sost and the other "night watchmen" deacons responded at the same time.

............

In the tense office, Leonard Mitchell did not rest his feet on the table as usual, but sat very solemnly with a very serious expression.

This was the second time he had encountered the object behind Chanis's door, and it was evoked hidden memories in his heart.

And more importantly, he had met the fake internal caretaker, but he couldn't find out the problem!

If I had been a little stronger and more observant, maybe I wouldn't have ...... Leonard Mitchell pursed his lips and stared at the document in front of him, but he couldn't read a word until a teammate came in.

"The inner caretaker has woken up, and he has not seen the infiltrator, only that he has been possessed by a ghost. The "red gloves" who came in said to everyone in the room.

"How can any resentful spirit operate inside the church?" many of the "Red Gloves" asked, but no one could answer.

Maybe the resentful spirit believes in the goddess...... Leonard muttered in his heart, and while no one noticed himself in the corner, he lowered his voice and said as if muttering to himself:

"Old man, you didn't notice anything unusual at the time?"

The slightly old voice echoed in his head:

"I don't keep an eye on the outside world, especially when it's around Chanis Gate. ”

Leonard didn't dare to ask too much and joined the discussion among his teammates.

It wasn't long before Sost, the captain of the "Red Gloves", entered the room and threw a stack of papers onto the table:

"That's what we need to look for, and the bishops have provided a list of people who have been coming to the church lately. ”

Leonard glanced at it and saw a familiar name in the middle and back of the homepage:

Dawn Dantès!

This...... Could it be a coincidence that this quaternary surviving old fellow had been infiltrated by Chanismen less than two months after he arrived in the neighborhood? And he had been a frequent visitor to St. Samuel's Church, probably observing the situation and finding out the pattern...... The old man's excuse was not very convincing, but if the infiltrator was Dawn Dantès, then everything could be reasonably explained, and he was afraid of revealing himself, so he pretended not to notice anything unusual...... Many thoughts flashed through Leonard Mitchell's mind in an instant, and he said thoughtfully:

"Captain Sost, what did the infiltrator take, and what clues did he leave behind?"

Sost looked around and said:

"Nothing was taken, nothing was left, as if he had never been in, His Excellency the Archbishop has a preliminary suspicion that he has been killed and vaporized by touching some seals, and we are mainly looking for his accomplices. ”

No, Daun Dantès couldn't have died so easily! He's a monster who has lived from the Quaternary to the present...... But what exactly did he sneak in for? Leonard frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then took the initiative to include Dwayne Dantès in the scope of his own and two teammates.

When the "Red Gloves" and the local "night watchmen" began to act, Leonard made an excuse and went to the bathroom first, and said in a low voice:

"What do you want to say about Dawn Dantès?"

He didn't try to expose the lies of the parasite.

The somewhat old voice laughed:

"Didn't I already tell you? I don't know much about him, except that he has something special about him, and his breath has an ancient smell.

"However, I have been inspired by a case you investigated earlier, and I suspect that there may be some involvement between Dawn Dantès and that matter, and that he is the agent of some existence. ”

"What's that? who exists?" Leonard whispered, stunned.

The old voice in his head replied in a rather strange tone:

"Fools who do not belong to this era. ”

............

160 Berlund Street.

Klein finished his breakfast, returned to the semi-open room with a large balcony, sat down in an easy chair, and raised his hand to rub the corners of his forehead.

When the tension gradually subsided, Klein found that his spirit became a little trance, and there were always corpses hanging in the air in the ancient church in front of him, a transparent worm that was blurred in the depths of his memory, and an illusory voice seemed to echo in his ears:

"Hornachis...... Fregra......"

Although I quickly cut off contact with the secret couple at that time, I was still affected to a certain extent, and my spirit was a little tainted...... A true mythical creature...... After the initial investigation, it is time to address the remaining issues in this area...... Crane exhaled slowly, calming himself down with the help of meditation.