"For example, if you're just sightseeing, St. Samuel's Church won't disappoint you. Inside there are magnificent domes and painted frescoes...... The grandmothers in the church are also very nice, and they often go to the East End to distribute free food. Maybe you can try to believe in the goddess sir, I heard that there is a wall of the unbeliever, and people ...... after death"

The boy didn't know what to say anymore.

Grandin listened patiently to the boy's words before he said:

"These can be left for the future. Now I have more important things to do, such as looking for a house to rent. ”

Grandin, who still has a huge sum of money lying in the bank, speaks with confidence.

"What are your specific requirements for the house, sir? Maybe I can help you find. ”

Wiggins secretly looked at the gentleman in front of him—

The white shirt and brown vest, the black dress trousers, the gold-plated buttons, and the intricate patterns on the cuffs have a low-key luxury, and the silver pocket watch hanging from the chest also looks valuable.

Standard gentleman's dress.

This gentleman is suitable for living in a wealthy area, but I am not familiar with it. Wiggins struggled in his heart, but still said truthfully:

"The best residential area is Queens, where the aristocracy lived. The security in the west area is also very good, with convenient transportation and good greenery. If you want to do business, you can choose a house near Hillston......"

Wiggins racked his brains to recall the information he had received from his daily travels to deliver newspapers, and he hoped that the service he had provided would make Mr. Grandin feel that the three pennies he had spent were worth it.

Until the carriage stopped in front of Fountain Square, Wiggins continued to introduce him to the various residential areas of Beckland.

The driver knocked on the door, signaling that they had arrived at their destination.

"That's good, listening to your introduction, I feel like I've been walking around Beckland too. Maybe I can entrust you to help me find housing? I have only one request, whether it's for rent or sale, I just hope to move in as soon as possible. ”

Grandin put on his top hat, bent over with his suitcase, opened the door and got out of the carriage.

The corners of his clothes that were picked up by the wind were very chic, and after stretching his sedentary body outside the car, he turned back to Wiggins, who got out of the car with him, and continued:

"If you can inquire today, then I will give you an extra tip of 1 sus. Maybe you can start by going to Bakerland's 'Housing Improvement Company'. ”

"Okay! Sir, I'll do it! ”

Wiggins' eyes seemed to glow.

Before saying goodbye to the boy, Grandin had to settle the remaining 2 pence with him.

But the boy said the day was not over yet.

"Take it. No one knows which will come first, the accident or tomorrow. ”

Grandin shoved the copper penny into the boy's hand, and he looked at the entrance of the church as if he were looking at the tiger's den in Longtan.

"This sentence makes so sense......" Wiggins chewed on this sentence, and subconsciously clenched the copper coin in his hand.

"Of course it makes sense, but that's, huh...... Said by Russell the Great. ”

Grandin affirmed.

Anyway, the time-traveler predecessor Russell will definitely be happy to admit that this is what he said.

The two finally agreed to meet in front of the church in the evening, and Wiggins trotted all the way to inquire about the sale of the house.

After hesitating for a while, Grandin climbed the stairs steadily, and finally stopped in front of the church.

The Gothic church stands like a sword, its towering spire almost tearing the sky, and the bell tower may overlook all of Beckland. The black facades are made of obsidian, but they are not reflective.

Grandin has done enough psychological construction, and even wants to summon the "Numerology Tree" to see his next fate, but the "Numerology Tree" does not want to deal with him.

Upon entering the church, the sound seemed to be silenced, and Grandin felt a sense of silence and peace.

There are small windows around the chapel facing the main door, and the light is not strong, creating a dark atmosphere. Marble pillars flank the guards, and a bright red carpet separates the left and right seats, leading straight to the front of the altar. Only behind the altar, the emblem representing the goddess was shrouded in light from the dome.

Grandin threw 10 gold pounds into the offering box by the auditorium and bowed solemnly, chanting "Praise the Goddess."

After a set of rituals, he pulled the priest standing next to him and whispered if there was a quiet and undisturbed room in the church, where he needed to pray to the goddess.

The priest who was guarding the offering box had a good impression of the generous believer, and he personally led the way and led Grandin to a small room near the chapel.

It is a small prayer room, and the sunlight shines through the windows on the wall, and the light and shadow float in the room, making the room even quieter.

"You can pray here, may the Goddess bless you."

The priest tapped four times on his chest, depicting the Crimson Moon.

"Praise the Goddess."

Grandin responded with the same motion. After confirming that the priest was gone, he closed the door and opened the ceremonial box he had brought with him, which contained various ritual materials that had been prepared long ago.

Because it is well prepared, the goddess's favorite night herbs and deep sleep flowers are also among them.

He had all learned about ritual magic by digesting 'monster' potions.

But when it came to the ritual of dripping peppermint essential oil into the candle, he was still stumped, and he didn't know how much to drop.

The knowledge provided by the 'monster' potion is complex and disorderly, and the steps are full of words such as 'moderate' and 'a little', and the ambiguity is comparable to that of a recipe back home.

In the end, he simply dropped seven drops, believing that the number '7' would bring him good luck.

After the ritual magic was arranged, he took out the ritual silver dagger and set up a spiritual wall to separate the inside and outside.

Everything was ready, and he took a deep breath and chanted in Hermeth:

"I pray for the power of the night;"

"I pray for the power of Crimson;"

"I pray for the goddess's favor;"

"Pray for a place of absolute safety, shelter me from malicious prying eyes."

Candles burned quietly, and the room was filled with mint and floral scent.

Grandin waited in silence for a long time, but nothing happened except for the half-cut candle that had been burned.

So he then prayed:

"The goddess of the night, exalted than the stars, and eternally older than eternity; The Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets; The Empress of Calamity and Fear, the Lord of Sleep and Silence......"

An invisible wind swirled in the dimly lit room, and the flame of the candle flickered and faded.

He gritted his teeth, "Amanisi ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the wind blew fiercely in the room, and the wind surging from all directions made his skin hurt. Hats, candles, and ritual materials were all flapped away, and some of them were smashed against the windows, 'crackling'.

A little crimson light exploded in the center of the ceremony, and then pure darkness filled the room like mist.

His body turned black and white, his face remained stunned, slowly erased by an invisible eraser like a sketch on paper.