North District, Church of St. Samuel.

As soon as Klein entered the large prayer hall, he naturally looked around with the help of the little light shining on the wall behind the altar, and took in all the believers praying inside.

With just one glance, Crane quickly locked onto his target, and walked down the aisle and ahead without any anomalies.

In the first row, sat an old man in a black clergyman's robe, with a cold breath, a pale face and yellow hair, who was praying with his eyes closed, one of the inner wardens that Crane had sensed before.

He usually rotates on Fridays...... Crane didn't really get closer, left the two rows of seats, found a place to sit, and handed the hat and cane to Richardson, the valet.

Then, while he was sitting down, he quickly pinched the index knuckle twice with the thumb of his left hand, and quietly opened the "Spirit Line" vision.

Suddenly, illusory thin black threads appeared in front of Klein's eyes, and they densely drilled out of the bodies of different creatures, spreading out into infinity.

As soon as he sat down, Klein's gaze shifted to the inner caretaker.

At this glance, he almost made a sound, but thanks to the "Joker's" self-control ability and his own anticipation of abnormal situations, he still easily maintained a calm state.

In his vision, although the old man with yellow hair also had a "spirit thread" stretched out, the inside of his body was dark, devouring the origin of those illusory threads, which was completely different from the normal extraordinary!

Sure enough, they had been eroded by the power of the sealing core, and there was a mutation at the soul level...... In this way, the problem is closer to the second guess I made last time, they have become part of the core of the seal in some way, and if there is any sign of getting out of control, it will immediately provoke the object's instinctive reaction and force it to calm down...... It's no wonder that internal caretakers must be voluntary, and in their old age, they should be fully aware of what the outcome will be...... Crane sighed inexplicably, ready to turn off his perception of the "Spirit Line" and withdraw his gaze.

At this moment, he saw a pair of eyes, the color of which was like black ink, without the slightest emotional connotation.

Next to this eye, the fine and deep wrinkles extend little by little, like a twisted and strange mysterious symbol.

These are the eyes of the inner caretaker!

At some point, he straightened up, turned his head, and looked at Daun Dantès indifferently!

Crane's scalp tingled instantly, forced out a smile, and nodded to the other party, as if it was just normal eye contact.

The inner caretaker moved his head slowly, and actually responded.

Then, Klein felt that his surroundings were suddenly withdrawn, first blurred, and then settled and clear.

At this moment, he knew that he had passively entered the dream realm.

So, while maintaining the image of Daun Dantès, he instinctively looked around and found that he was still in the church of St. Samuel, but all the seats were broken or toppled and spilled everywhere, as if he had been attacked.

The altar in front of it was riddled with cracks, crawling with weeds, and accumulated dust, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

The yellow-haired caretaker of the interior stood beside the collapsed offering box, staring coldly at Dwayne Dantès, dressed in a black suit.

Seeing Klein look back, his mouth opened a little, revealing sharp, pale teeth that were not at all straight.

And these teeth, inlaid with vague, faint, small figures, they have complete facial features and limbs, different expressions but with similar pain, as if imprisoned here, difficult to extricate.

"......Lotus," the inner caretaker let out a beastly roar in his throat and bent his back forward.

His ribs, his waist, his clothes bulged up, and four skinless, vein-ridden arms grew from the brush.

Immediately after, they grew fine black hairs, and sharp nails popped out of the tips of their fingers.

In just two or three seconds, the internal caretaker, who was relatively normal just now, has turned into a monster lying on the ground with eight "legs", which is not only like a spider silently weaving a web waiting for its prey in the dark night, but also like a deformed black wolf, which brings strong fear to people.

At the same time, inside the ruptured and abandoned altar, two huge palms covered with black hair stretched out without warning, pressing on the edge, and the slippery tentacles like black gas condensation spread in all directions, instantly filling the entire large prayer hall.

The shuddering aura, the extreme sense of fear, and the illusory huge blurred figure were piercing through the invisible barrier, revealing little by little.

Out of control? The inner caretaker is out of control? Klein stood there, subconsciously wanting to react, with his own special force to break free from the dream, but in an instant, he thought of what had happened before, his face changed, he made a frightened expression, and ran to the door tremblingly, looking like he was struggling in a nightmare.

That is, after a breath, the tide-like darkness poured in from the outside world coldly and silently, completely submerging this dream and calming everything.

Klein snapped open his eyes to find that he had fallen asleep for some time, and the yellow-haired inner caretaker had already turned his head and continued to close his eyes in prayer.

With a slight roll of his eyes, Daun Dantès looked left and right in subtle horror, as if he was still immersed in the dream just now, and did not completely shake off his fear.

It took a few dozen seconds before he took two deep breaths, looked at the emblem again, and drew a crimson moon on his chest.

It was only then that Klein had time to reflect on the experience and speculate on what had happened:

Because of my peeping into his "spirit thread", he showed signs of losing control and overreacted, forcibly pulling me into a dream and trying to deal with it accordingly?

After that, it should be the sealing core behind Chanis Gate that sensed an anomaly and calmed the problem......

Now the key is whether the internal caretaker remembers the source of his near-misses of his own anomaly...... If he had gotten used to it, in his current state, he would have been vague about how the problem had happened...... Of course, it's not necessarily my problem, maybe he's close to getting out of control...... Crane looked at the old man with sleek hair in front of him again, observing what he was going to do next, to determine what to do.

If it doesn't work, just use "squirming hunger" and "travel" to escape...... Klein made a quick decision and waited patiently for possible changes.

A few minutes later, he saw Bishop Elektra enter through the side door and walk towards him.

Crane's heart tightened, and he opened the five fingers of his left hand, ready to activate "Wriggling Hunger".

At this moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and gave up his action.

If the internal caretaker had already told the bishops about my problem with the help of the dream, then I would be greeted by many extraordinary members of the Church, after all, pulling into the dream can avoid accidentally injuring other believers, so they don't have to ask the bishop who is familiar with me...... This should be more of a condolence and reassurance...... Crane withdrew his gaze and continued to assume a prayer pose.

In less than a minute, he finally felt someone approaching, and hurriedly looked up to the side, and saw Bishop Elektra speak softly:

"Don't you look too good?"

"I didn't know how to fall asleep just now, I had a nightmare, and now I'm still scared. Klein laughed to himself.

Bishop Elektra sat down beside him and said calmly:

"Dreams are sometimes the manifestation of inner fear.

"As long as you pray to the goddess sincerely and take holy water, you will be calmed.

"Of course, the most important thing is not to suppress yourself too much, to know how to repent to the goddess, sometimes, a hidden cry will relieve you a lot of stress. ”

Klein secretly observed the other party's attitude, read the tone, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief:

"I see. ”

He turned his gaze back to the front, buried his head, clasped his hands, and began to pray quietly.

In the process, he saw the inner caretaker in front of him get up on his own and walk towards the side door, where a bishop was waiting.

Call...... Klein booed silently, truly blending in with the tranquility of his surroundings.

Suddenly, a voice popped up in his heart, a voice that belonged to him but was not controlled by him:

"You think you're doing it secretly?

"No, not at all! Have you forgotten that you have touched the relics of the goddess of the night?"

PS: Participated in the meeting, did not save the manuscript, secretly used the mobile phone code to dot, the number of words is a little less, first change and then change.