Martin had seen a golden mist on many people, ordinary people too, "saviors", shepherds.

According to his observations, those people all had one thing in common, and that was the greed for money.

When the golden mist is active, they all show a greedy side for money, like an evil dragon that covets the golden cave.

So the first thought that came to him from this scene in front of him was that the statue of the Holy Light was absorbing the greed of the believers.

But something is wrong.

The yellow mist he saw at this time was not golden.

They were thinner, revealing a yellowish hue, and Martin was pretty sure that the fog was different from the ones he had seen before, which made Martin even more confused.

Witnessing the endless stream of yellow mist pouring into the statue of the Holy Light like a stream converging into the sea, Martin remembered the uncomfortable feeling he had just had, which seemed to tell him that this was not a normal thing.

The words of the red-haired Yorkie at the card table came to his mind again, and the royal family and the church sealed a "Star Coins" tainted card in Capernaum Cathedral for unknown purposes, but his tone implied that it was not a good thing for the common people.

"What the hell is going on......"

On the one hand, he needed to beware that this was the trap of the "gentleman and merchant", but on the other hand, he could not explain this phenomenon, and only he could see the scene in front of him, not even Xixian, who had just given him the strength to dispel the discomfort.

Just as Martin's mind was in a mess, he keenly felt two eyes coming from the front of the prayer hall.

Martin couldn't describe the feeling clearly, as if the gaze of a hunter in the middle of the wilderness was projected through the dense forest.

He looked in the direction of his gaze and found that it was the handsome middle-aged man.

At this moment, he, like Martin, did not close his eyes and pray under the ethereal chant of holy light, but turned around in the first row and looked at Martin quietly.

The object of his gaze is not Martin, but Martin's right-hand side.

The young woman with the mask.

Hihian.

Under this uncertain gaze, Hithian lowered her head, and her beautiful chestnut hair was draped down, covering most of her side face and snow-white neck.

The next moment, Xixian got up in silence, turned around and walked towards the door of the church.

Many of the believers around him were immersed in the cleansing brought by the light, and everyone had a smile of satisfaction and peace of mind on their faces, and no one blamed Xi'an for this action.

Or even say, they didn't notice it at all.

At the same time as Xixian got up, the middle-aged man in the white cloak in the first row also got up at the same time, walked along the wide walkway in the middle of the seat to the gate, and followed Xi'an's footsteps.

Seeing this scene, Martin's heart tightened, this man who came with Stanley must have nothing to do with the royal family, did he follow Xixian like this, did he discover her identity?

"It's possible that when Xixian removed the influence of the stone statue from me just now, he found clues......

If the man really suspects Hihian, then Martin must not follow, it will only expose himself.

Reason told Martin that it was best to sit where he was now, but after a brief hesitation, Martin rose to his feet and walked towards the church door with the ethereal chanting of the Hisian.

During this time, Martin was not hindered, and he tried to find Hines as he walked out, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Before he had time to think about it, Martin followed the man in the white cloak out of Capernaum's cathedral and through the crowd and through the crowd to the Place de la Rosa.

After all, the number of people who could enter the cathedral to listen to the Holy Light was in the minority, just as the young sixth prince and Stanley were able to sit at the front of the prayer hall, the seats in the large prayer hall were already arranged before the service, and most of the people who could enter the church for worship were wealthy merchants and some minor nobles.

As for the legendary nobles, they always seem to be absent from the worship service, and it is not known if they have their own unique ritual pathway.

As for those who believe in the Light, they can only gather in the Rose Square outside the church, trying to receive the Light's cleansing in the closest place to the Light.

The huge Rose Square was almost crowded with many believers at this time, and it was hard to imagine that it was so empty in ordinary times.

Martin followed the man in the distance through the crowd, and even though it was crowded, the believers who were closing their eyes were just as unpaid to him as the people in the church, and these believers were like statues standing at this moment.

Martin, on the other hand, disguised himself as he walked through the statues.

He unleashes the effect of the "identity theft" mask, transforming his appearance and posture into a rickety old man with horrific scars on his face, and at the same time, he uses the [Fair Gloves] to steal a dirty, thin cloak from a homeless man with a pious expression who passes by.

In this way, the negative effects of "identity theft" are perfectly resolved.

Martin held the worn, wide, tattered cloak in one hand, and threw a few bronze holy water coins into the backpack of the vagabond cloak in the other.

The copper coins were more than worth the price of the cloak, after all, Martin could smell the rancid stench on the cloak, and he didn't know that the homeless man had picked it up from the garbage heap.

Everything was done in an instant, and no one around noticed anything.

Martin skillfully draped his cloak over himself, not minding the rancid smell in the slightest.

On the one hand, this is because the garment that Lady Lucia prepared for him was made of a special material developed by the Brotherhood, so he did not have to worry about the smell; On the other hand, it is even more because this rancid smell is now his disguise.

Martin became a dirty homeless man, a rickety old man, but his legs and feet did not resemble the old man, and he still followed the middle-aged man from a distance, keeping the other party in his sight at all times.

He followed the middle-aged man into an alley to the west of Place du Rose, and Martin had an impression of the place, which was not far from the location of the Screaming Tent.

Wrapped in a cape and more slender, he slowly walked into the alley called "Petticoat Alley".

After walking for a while, he came to a corner, and on the other side of the corner, the sound of a man and a woman talking came over.

Due to the addition of the [Virgin Body] to the body, Martin's proximity did not seem to attract the attention of the two, and this place was remote enough, and they were still talking to themselves.

Martin crouched down in the corner, like a real tramp, hiding his cheek in his hood and deliberately revealing the horrible scar.

Then he heard the handsome man ask in an affirmative tone:

"You're not Hithia Aaron, who the hell are you?"