Early in the morning, 160 Berklund Street.

Klein got up and washed up, didn't rush to open the door and go out, but walked four steps backwards and entered the gray mist.

He immediately manifested the "world" Gelman Sparrow and made the dummy pray sincerely:

"Great 'Fool', please convey two words to Daniz:

"I need him to provide information about Sibailang, preferably with a network of contacts.

"Also, let him be careful of the people of the Night Church lately. ”

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

On the Golden Dream, Daniz, who had seen the sun before Beckland, was sitting in the shadows with a glass of malt beer, dodging the scorching light.

In a quarter of an hour, classes were to begin again, and the captain said that a good treasure hunter must have sufficient knowledge of mathematics...... Hey, it's a headache, but it's a bit of anticipation, shit!Daniz rested one hand on his knee and took a sip of beer.

At that moment, a blurred figure looked down on everything in front of him, and the voice of Gelman Sparrow echoed in his ears.

Although we have gone there to find lost ancient treasures and met the natives of several tribes, this is it, and we can't say anything more...... What a trouble, it's going to be running around again, why is there so much to do with Gelman Sparrow!!

Taking a breath, thinking that he would have to try to be stronger, so that he would not be completely helpless in the captain's danger, and had to hide behind in shame, Daniz slapped himself in the face a few times with his unheld palm, and jerked himself to his feet.

He immediately left the shadows, found "Ironskin", "Bucket" and other companions, and asked who he wanted to know more about the situation in Sibailang, and received an almost unanimous answer:

"Captain Edwenna Edwards, or Anderson Hood, who had been on board for a bonfire before. ”

Ask the captain directly if she will be suspicious of her, and make her think that I have a secret and secretly serve someone else...... But Anderson's guy doesn't know where he's going, shit! Daniz was momentarily embarrassed, and couldn't help but turn his mind away from thinking about the reminder from Gelman Sparrow:

"Watch out for the people of the Night Church!"

Daniz is not stupid, he knows that things that can be deliberately emphasized by crazy adventurers will not be simple, that is, he believes that he will most likely become the target of the Night Church's focus in the future, and will be chased by the "Red Glove"!

In addition to the Night Church, the Storm Church and the military are also targeting me, and each is said to have sent an entire team...... Daniz thought with a shudder.

He quickly showed a mixture of confusion and bitterness, and whispered to himself:

"But I haven't done anything......"

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

After relaying the information collected from Siberon to Gardelia, Crane left the Grey Mist and returned to the real world, where he had breakfast and tutored as usual.

When he woke up in the afternoon, with the help of his personal valet Richardson, he changed into his formal clothes and boarded the carriage that had already stopped at the door.

"Go to St. Samuel's Cathedral. Crane leaned half-against the wall of the carriage and commanded the coachman.

- Considering that he still retains the identity of Daun Dantès, he thinks that it is best not to change his previous personality easily, so he should not go to the church of St. Samuel less often, and the donation money should not be less.

Moreover, this can also effectively clear a certain suspicion, after all, it is difficult for anyone to think that the "criminal" who infiltrated Chanis Gate before not only did not escape, but swaggered back to the church, as if nothing had happened...... Thanks to Russell the Great, for not plagiarizing criminal psychology, for not pointing out that many high-IQ criminals like to return to the place where the crime was committed, to appreciate their own masterpieces and the helpless performance of others...... Crane muttered a few words in his heart, picked up the black tea that Richardson had made, and took a sip gently.

After moistening his throat, he glanced at his personal valet and asked casually:

"What is your deepest impression of East and West Bayran?"

Richardson, who was sitting next to him, didn't ask why, but thought for a moment and said:

"East Bailang is more stable, West Bailang is more chaotic. ”

After a brief answer, Richardson looked sideways at his employer and saw that Dawn Dantès had half-closed his eyes and posed as if you were going on.

Richardson scratched his ears and said as he pondered his words:

"Also, poverty, hunger, and the whipping, uh, the original people of East and West Byron used to worship the god of death, and then there was a mass conversion because of the belief in the goddess, the 'Lord of the Storm,' the 'Eternal Sun' and other righteous gods, who could be promoted in status and protected by the church.

However, as the number of converts increased, that special status soon disappeared, and many at the bottom secretly worshipped death.

This was even more evident in the more chaotic Sibailang, who always had a great deal of support for the descendants of the Grim Reaper......

"These are the things that I, my father, when he got drunk, occasionally mentioned. ”

Klein listened quietly, not interrupting the valet's narration or asking any more questions.

Soon the carriage arrived outside St. Samuel's Church, and Klein admired the flutter of white doves in the square before entering the Grand Prayer Hall, taking off his hat and handing it over to his valet Richardson, along with his cane.

He sat down in a random place, looking at the altar in the dim environment, looking at the dots of "stars" and the dark emblem, and his heart suddenly welled up with some unease, embarrassment, and unconfidence.

- If his guess is correct, he should have been watched by the goddess since he came into contact with the holy sword and swore by it, and every time he entered the church and pretended to pray, he felt like he was parading the streets in the emperor's new clothes.

I don't know what kind of attitude the goddess is...... What is the position of the church...... Well, let's test it first...... Klein clasped his hands in front of his mouth and nose, and began to pray as if earnest.

After seven or eight minutes, he got up slowly, walked to the offering box, took out a 50 gold pound note, and reverently threw it in.

With all this done, Klein turned to the side confessional room and pushed the door in.

Unlike the oldest confessional chambers, which were large wooden boxes with two doors, the modern confessional chambers are more spacious and detached, with the confessor and the listening bishop separated by a wooden baffle with their own seats.

With the faint light of light, Crane sat down in the chair, and then heard the bishop behind the wooden baffle speak in a mellow voice:

"What do you want to say? The Goddess is watching over each of Her devotees. ”

Klein then raised his right hand and tapped four times clockwise on his chest:

"Praise be to the Goddess.

"I want to repent that two days ago the military came to me with the hope of selling a batch of guns and artillery to Sibailan to add some charcoal to the chaos there......"

After he finished speaking, the bishop behind the baffle did not respond for a while, as if he was shocked by the smuggling of arms, and for a moment did not know how to organize the language.

There was an awkward silence in the confessional room.

Haven't you ever met a confessor so frank and direct as I am? If I said that I was planning a murder of a demigod, and that I was hiding from the gaze of the Mother Tree of Desire and the True Creator, you wouldn't have to jump? Klein stumbled a few words and continued:

"When I was younger, I did enjoy an adventurous life, seeking riches from iron, blood and fire, but now I'm tired of this and want a peaceful future.

"I should have refused, but I couldn't beat my greed, it was tempting enough to help me gain a foothold in Beckland's high society.

"I repented, and I ended up choosing to be noisy and chaotic. ”

The bishop behind the wooden baffle finally responded, and said in a soft voice:

"Don't be afraid, don't linger, there is no need to feel guilty about a certain level of greed, as long as you don't hurt the innocent and don't commit the sins recorded in the holy scriptures.

"Go for it, follow your heart, make the choices you want most, and only then will you be able to truly recognize the teachings and understand the true meaning of those words, step by step.

"There is no need to be embarrassed, remember a sentence, no matter when, sincere confession and repentance are commendable and worthy of forgiveness.

"May the Goddess bless you. ”

"Praise the Goddess!" Crane said clockwise to his chest, drawing the crimson moon.

He came to St. Samuel's Church this time to take the opportunity of repentance to inform the church about the arms business he was going to do, to see how they would react, so as to spy on the goddess's attitude towards him.

Without saying anything more, Klein slowly got up, left the confessional room, and walked down the aisle to Richardson, the valet.

At this moment, he saw a lady sitting in the corner of the large prayer hall, wearing a black robe with a hood, blue eyeshadow and blush, with a kind of bewitching beauty, it was the former "psychic" Dali Simone.

Daly raised her head and noticed Daun Dantès as well, and her expression suddenly became a little dazed, as if she had fallen asleep and fallen asleep when she prayed just now.

Crane nodded almost imperceptibly, greeted politely, and then took the hat and cane handed by Richardson, the valet, and walked out of the large prayer hall with slow steps.

Daly withdrew her gaze, looked down at the back of the chair in front of her, and slowly closed her eyes again.

Walking out of St. Samuel's Church, Crane stood on the edge of the steps and paused for two seconds.

In the large square ahead, the white doves flew up all at once, obscuring the view of the viewers.

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

Less than two quarters of an hour later, Leonard heard that Dwayne Dantès, who had previously been investigated, was about to become a businessman who cooperated with the authorities in smuggling arms to West Bairan.

What the hell was he trying to do?, Leonard frowned slightly, completely unable to comprehend the undead monster's thoughts.

PS: Thank you for the loyal servant Wangcai for rewarding the Golden Alliance, this is too expensive, and when I come back from my trip and adjust it for a few days, I will add a more chapter to express my gratitude.