Klein, who had read a lot of magazines, knew that there were many balls in the circle he wanted to enter, and he was not surprised by the butler Walter's suggestion, nodded and said:

"Good. ”

After speaking, he turned his head sideways to Richardson, the valet, and said:

"Prepare the carriage, I'm going to St. Samuel's Church. ”

Klein remembers very well that his main purpose is to play the role of a devout disciple of the goddess of the night, contact the corresponding clergy, and find an opportunity to infiltrate Chanismen, so he plans to go to church to pray when he has time, show sincerity, and mingle with each other.

"Yes, sir. Richardson replied respectfully.

It didn't take long for Klein, who had put on his coat and top hat, to board a luxury four-wheeled sedan carriage and enjoy the scenery along the way, while sipping black tea with lemon slices.

In fact, there is a small bar in the carriage, which contains distilled spirits such as Ginnozie and Winter Herland prepared by Walter, the butler, and a variety of red and white wines from Intis.

However, Klein didn't like to drink much, and as an extraordinary person, he didn't like the feeling of being drunk, which easily reminded him of losing control, so he used the excuse that he couldn't drink when he went to church, and ordered his personal servant Richardson to prepare a pot of Marquis tea in advance.

"If I could, I would actually prefer a cup of sweet iced tea, which is the taste of the South. Klein half-jokingly said to Richardson.

"I'll prepare it next time. Richardson immediately responded.

Klein smiled and shook his head:

"No, no, it's not decent enough.

"When I get acquainted with the neighbors here, we will have a banquet with Dixie's characteristics, and then we will prepare sweet iced tea, hehe, I think their children will like it. ”

Seeing that he had misunderstood what his employer meant, Richardson hurriedly said with a little nervousness:

"I'll remember. ”

It only takes about twenty minutes to walk from 160 Berlund Street to St. Samuel's Church on Pesfield Street, and if it weren't for the sake of decency and having already rented a carriage and hired a coachman, Klein would have preferred to walk over and digest food and keep fit.

Soon, the carriage stopped at the edge of the square outside the church, and Crane, with a gold-encrusted cane, walked down, stopping to watch a dance of white doves.

Entering the church and coming to the Great Prayer Hall, he handed Richardson his top hat and cane, sat down near the aisle, buried his head, clasped his hands, and began to pray earnestly and quietly.

Richardson sat down behind him, put away his various items, glanced at the dark emblem on the altar, and closed his eyes.

In the quiet atmosphere, Klein felt a slight divergence in his spirituality, and he was not surprised to see this, because the believers who prayed in the church would have a similar experience—a small amount of spirituality with a devout mind, little by little, converging to provide power for the seal of the Chanisgate underground.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly had an inspiration, quietly opened his eyes, and looked diagonally ahead.

There stood an old man dressed in the black robes of the clergy, with thinning hair and a face as pale as a dead man.

From a distance, his aura was gloomy and his expression was lacking, and there was a certain degree of blending in with the dim and dim environment of the Great Prayer Hall.

Internal Caretaker...... Klein only glanced at it, then made a judgment, closed his eyes again and prayed, of course, he had memorized the characteristics of the other person's face:

He has a large nose, gray-blue eyes, loose skin on his face, and no beard.

The old man dressed as a clergyman also sat down at this time, and prayed to the goddess intently, and in the entire prayer hall, only a few holes in the front wall shone in pure light, like bright stars, making the dark environment appear soft and sacred.

As the minutes ticked by, Klein's inspiration was touched again.

He cautiously opened his eyes and saw the black-robed inner caretaker leave his seat and enter the side passageway.

It should be the one leading to the back of the church...... The caretakers live in the church, they have no relatives, no families, no homes of their own, which doesn't seem too surprising from their status, and it's normal for the people guarding the inside of Chanis Gate to be supervised by the bishops...... This meant that I did have to become friends with the bishops and priests of St. Samuel's Church and have free access to the rear of the church...... Crane didn't look too much, closed his eyes, and thought about all kinds of questions.

After a while, he got up slowly, walked to the altar, stood in front of the offering box, took out 50 pounds in cash, and reverently threw it in.

This caused both the bishop and the priest on duty today to look at him, and their eyes became friendly, remembering his appearance.

With all this done, Klein bowed lightly to several of the clergy, turned and walked down the aisle to the exit, where Richardson followed with his hat and cane.

Out of the Great Prayer Hall, he walked to the main gate in the midst of the elaborate frescoes and the light that pierced through the stained glass from above.

At this moment, several figures entered, led by a middle-aged man with long sideburns and soft facial features, wearing a black trench coat, no gloves, and no cane.

Behind the left of the man was a young man also in a black trench coat, with dark hair and green eyes, and a handsome appearance, but his hairstyle looked somewhat casual, as if he hadn't been carefully combed since he got up in the morning.

His appearance and his figure are all very familiar to Crane, but there is an illusion that he has not seen for several years or more than ten years:

Leonard Mitchell!

Klein's eyes shrank, and without the slightest pause on the soles of his feet, he maintained his previous cadence and stride, and greeted the "night watchmen" in black trench coats.

Yes, Klein confirmed that they were "night watchmen"!

When they met, he casually glanced at Leonard and the others, then walked past them and walked towards the gate.

The gate was open, and the clouds were thin outside, the sun was pure, and the white doves were flying.

Leonard Mitchell also glanced idly at the passers-by, withdrew his gaze, sighed, and said:

"Hopefully I can stay in Beckland for a few more days and have a good rest. This case is not only dangerous and exciting, but also has to be tense at all times. ”

Their group of "Red Gloves" had just cracked a demonic incident in human skin, and captured two of their targets.

This seems easy on the surface, but in fact it is not simple at all, they have experienced a lot of setbacks and counterattacks to complete the task with difficulty, and each team member is not only tired, but also tired.

Captain Sost shook his head and smiled:

"This is our 'red glove' life, and you should know it's going to be when you choose to join.

"Congratulations, though, for being promoted to 'Requiem' this time. ”

Leonard Mitchell pouted and smiled:

"It's slower than I thought, and also, Captain South, you're finally, finally making it to Sequence 5. ”

"It's not a problem with the church, if I can take it well, I can be a 'spirit witch' five years ago. Sost put away his smile and walked to the main prayer hall and said, "Go and pray to the goddess, this will effectively relieve your psychological stress and restore your mental state." ”

As they spoke, the group of "red gloves" entered the dimly lit and quiet hall and each found a place to sit down.

Leonard was about to concentrate on prayer when he heard a slightly old voice in his head:

"That guy just now had a bit of a problem. ”

"Who?" Leonard asked, burying his head and holding his voice down.

The slightly older voice replied:

"One of the few people you met at the door, I resided in you, and my strength has not yet recovered, so I can't see too clearly. ”

Leonard recalled for a moment and asked in a low voice:

"What's the problem?"

"There's something ancient about him. Leonard's voice in his head said simply.

"An extraordinary being who has lived for a long time?" muttered Leonard, "I'll try to look it up." ”

At the same time, he thought to himself:

The old man must have concealed something, and he rarely took the initiative to remind me of who was in trouble, and yet he said it vaguely...... When you find the target and confirm that there is no harm for the time being, you will leave it alone, so as not to get involved in the battle of those undead monsters in the Fourth Age...... If that person is really going to bring disaster, report it directly to the archbishop......

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

Joewood District, inside a house.

"This is the money that was borrowed from you before. Foirth handed Hugh the £220 in arrears.

She has already received £100 from Mr. "Moon" and £500 from Ms. "The Hermit".

Hugh Dilcha grabbed his unkempt blonde hair, looked at the money, looked up at Furth, and blurted out:

"Are you really involved in illegal gambling?

"I must tell you, this kind of gambling must be a trap and a trap to make you win just to make you lose more! Although you are a master of tricks and have the opportunity to deceive them, a similar gamble may well hide something else!"

"Stop, stop, stop!" said Furth with his hands pressed and said angrily and amusedly, "Do I look like the kind of person who would get involved in illegal gambling?"

"Like!" Hugh replied without hesitation, "If I hadn't stopped you, you wouldn't even have smoked just cigarettes, and you would still want to smoke marijuana!"

That's because the pain of the full moon whispering made me seek paralysis, which is not the case anymore...... Furth didn't argue with Hugh, but explained directly:

"I sold my occult knowledge at a gathering of extraordinary, and hehe, he was very generous, bidding a few hundred pounds. ”

"That's right......" Hugh momentarily put the question behind him and said instead, "There's a new gathering of extraordinaires on the East End recently, and I've been invited. ”

"A new gathering of extraordinary?" Furth was stunned for a moment, then looked forward to it.

According to some words from her teacher Dorian Gray and Mr. "The Fool", she knew that Louis Vane was the oracle of the Aurora Society, and this time he came to Beckland, probably to replace Mr. A, who had disappeared before, and rebuild the Aurora Society forces in the metropolis, so it was not unreasonable for him to disguise himself and make a new party of the Extraordinary.

Fur thought for a moment, and said to Hugh as if unintentionally:

"Do you want to participate?"

"Of course, I'll have to prepare the 'Interrogator' potion recipe. Hugh replied resolutely.

Furth nodded, covered his mouth and yawned:

"Remember to bring me when you're eligible to invite new members. ”

PS: There is no manuscript saved. It is updated normally on Monday, and I ask for a monthly pass recommendation ticket in advance~