"Are you Mr. Maffeo Fry?" the voice rang in his ears, and it also pulled Maffeo back to reality after a long time of being able to escape this atrocity. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Maffeo looked at the source of the voice, it was an ordinary Hutton Mar man, he was dressed in the usual costume here, he was neither rich nor poor, but a small presence in the town.

"Why do you know my name?"

"I've been asked to give you this letter. The man pulled out the letter, which he knew all the more. Maffeo reached out and snatched it almost the moment he saw it, which made the man slightly panicked.

"Who gave this to you?" Maffeo asked the man hurriedly.

"I don't know, sir, her dress is so strange that I can't see her face. The man said with a slight panic, apparently startled by Maffeo's sudden movements.

Maffeo didn't ask any further, because he knew that he wouldn't get an answer if he asked any more, and that would make no sense. The man stood there and hesitated for a moment, then cautiously said, "Sir?"

Maffeo looked up, "I'm fine, thank you for giving me this letter." ”

The man bowed slightly, and then walked away briskly without stopping for a moment, a little unwilling to stay next to the man who seemed to be angry at any moment.

The contents of the letter met my eyes, as before, this time it was a passage that puzzled me: your body and soul have been covered with darkness, and you will find the final answer in the Light.

Maffeo tried his best to suppress the anger that kept welling up in his heart, and he said to himself, "Okay, I'll be tricked by you bastard one more time." ”

The duel in front of him was still going on, and although Maffeo wanted to do something, these depraved and filthy things would not disappear because of his interference. Marcos once said to him: "This world is not a beautiful paradise, and you cannot completely erase the ugly side from this world." ”

He sighed quietly, and as much as he wanted to rush forward and tear the cold-blooded men to pieces, as many had said, violence would only lead to more violence, and not everything had to be solved by killing. On the contrary, if it is allowed to remain as it should be, perhaps there will not be more riots, although this is almost a tacit acquiescence of perversion.

Maffeo didn't look back at the ugly side of these human beings, he took a step, he just wanted to get out of this filthy place as soon as possible.

The figure on the roof was restless and anxious, and when he arrived, as in the morning, Maffeo walked away briskly under his sight. This annoyed him, and he decided to find someone else who could help him, after all, there was no time left for him to do something.

The churches and monasteries he had spent as a child flashed back to his mind, and Maffeo was all too familiar with them. The church was the only place where he liked to put the word light on his lips, and he had heard too many priests praying as a child. The mantra of those guys was the Light and the gods, though Maffeo didn't believe in them.

So Maffeo naturally set his sights on the Cathedral of Huttonmar, where he had a match with Marcos half a year ago, and on the top of the church, Maffeo saw the picturesque sunset in Huttonmar for the first time. And now, under the crimson sky reflected by the setting sun, he came here for the second time because of some unexpected reason, which also made Maffeo a little embarrassed.

"May the blessings of God be with you, you who have been cursed by fate!" said a female voice from the church door.

Maffeo walked up to the owner of the voice, it was a woman with short blond hair, she looked young, probably in her twenties. Although her attire is not quite the same as that of most of the priests here, the large cross she carries behind her back is a reminder of her identity.

"You know this?" said Maffeo, gesturing to his cloak.

"Hello, my name is Golantis. Although she was only introducing herself, her slight nod told Maffeo the answer.

"God, you clergy are amazing. Well, at least you're not like the priests, who always have God's prayers in their mouths. Maffeo scratched his head helplessly.

Golantis smiled slightly, as if he didn't care about the almost accusatory language, "May I ask what you are here for?"

And this sentence also choked on Maffeo, he had never thought about it, and he didn't want to talk about it, after all, it should be his own private matter anyway.

"Uh...... I was just... Come and pray. Maffeo said perfunctorily.

"I'm surprised, but you're welcome. Golantis didn't seem to see the clue, she just pointed to the entrance of the church.

Maffeo breathed a sigh of relief, and he walked briskly in the direction that Golantis had pointed, not wanting to stay here too long and be exposed.

The interior of the church was far beyond Maffeo's imagination, and Maffeo's eyes widened as he surveyed the interior of the church, which was far beyond the comparison of the small church in Wille. The vaults of the interior of the church shimmer in the rays of the setting sun, as if the heavens above were the heavens where the gods were. The two ends of the main hall are lined with stained windows, and the proportions between them can be described as perfect. Between each two flowered windows stands a statue that is said to be a famous priesthood in history. As for the candles on either side of the candlesticks, Maffeo could not count. But he believes that even at night, it will be as bright as day.

There were so many places in this church that Maffeo couldn't figure out which place to go at this time. It's just that the surrounding priests are all looking at Maffeo with strange eyes at this time, which also makes Maffeo a little uncomfortable, and it is definitely not a pleasant thing to be stared at by so many pairs of eyes like this.

But this also gave Maffeo a revelation that if the other party wanted to see himself or wanted to see something, then he would definitely not be in the most crowded place in the church, after all, this is not a back street, and the clergy are not the ordinary ordinary people in the back street. In other words, the first floor of the main hall can be excluded, so the remaining targets are the second and third floors of the church. Thinking of the Holy Light, Maffeo remembers looking at the church from the outside with a bell tower on the third floor, and next to it stood a huge statue. I don't know who the statue is, but it fits perfectly with the Light.

With this in mind, and with the strange gazes of the clergy, Maffeo stepped up the stairs leading to the upper floor. I have to say that this staircase made Maffeo feel a little dizzy, but it is the same kind of spiral staircase as the design of Wille Cathedral.

Trying his best to suppress the thought of wanting to vomit, he finally came to the third floor. After passing through a door, Maffeo made his way to the hallway of the bell tower. By this time, it was almost six o'clock, and Maffeo naturally tried his best to plug his ears with his fingers. But when the bell actually rang, the loud sound still made my scalp tingle. Maffeo cursed inwardly, how stupid he felt to be in this time now.

When the bells stopped, Maffeo felt as if a century had passed, and he had never felt so slow as he did now.

The sound of the piano emanated from the door at the end of the corridor, and it seemed to penetrate into the heart of man and soothe the restless soul. Under the sound of the piano, the tinnitus and numbness caused by the bell seemed to have disappeared. He looked at the door at the end of the hallway, both surprised and wary, and he knew that the answer was in it.

The door was gently pushed open, and the black figure slowly met Maffeo's eyes.

"Marylet, the one who was destined to come here has finally arrived......"