Seeing that her mistress was clearly interested in Ghost Legend, Annie glanced at the other maids who were preparing hot water, combs, and other items.
She continued, "The doctors and nurses wish to invite the Church's bishop to conduct a Mass, but the remaining patients are strongly against it. They look forward to meeting that ghost. They call it the Clown Angel. They say that its terrifying appearance is like a clown in disguise, but in fact, it's an angel that resolves pain and suffering."
"This title is very interesting …" Audrey sighed with a faint smile.
If it were in the past, she would definitely be filled with interest. She would be eager to use Dream Traversal to guard the hospital overnight and figure out what was going on with the so-called Clown Angel. However, the outbreak of the war had left her in a relatively low mood. She felt that there were too many serious and important things that needed to be done. She really didn't have the mood to investigate.
In fact, if she hadn't personally experienced the air raid and seen the injured people, she definitely would've felt that the war had never broken out and that Baekeland was very peaceful.
This was because after the air raid, the Rouen Kingdom's airship fleet had entered the war. The air defense standards of the coastal cities had all been raised, and Baekeland hadn't been attacked again. At present, the battles between Feysac and Rouen were mainly concentrated in three places. The first was the Winter County's Amantha mountain range, the second was the heavy industrial city cluster on the east coast of Midseashire, and the third was the few large ports along the Sonia Sea. Furthermore, they were in a stalemate, with no one gaining the upper hand. Even if there were casualties, it didn't have much of an impact on Baekeland. Apart from the rising prices and the constant news in the newspapers, the city seemed to have returned to peace in just a few days.
However, Audrey didn't think so. Her father and brother had been busy recently. They often returned home late, or they would gather a group of nobles, Members of Parliament, and clergymen for private gatherings. Through the other charitable organizations of the Church of Evernight, she had learned of the exact number of casualties at the front lines of Pritz Harbor and Amantha. She had even seen some photos of the battlefield. She was working hard to raise money and contact the various pharmaceutical companies and hospitals, hoping to organize battlefield rescue and charitable medical treatment.
Who would have thought that the adventurer who's famous for being crazy would not only take out the excess food in the manor, but he would also donate an additional 7,000 pounds in cash … Audrey sighed inwardly and began getting the maidservant to busy herself.
…
South of the bridge, Rose Street.
Emlyn White donated a ten-pound note to a charity fundraiser, pressed down on his top hat, walked up the stairs, and entered the Harvest Church.
At this moment, there was not a single believer in the cathedral. Only Father Utravsky, who looked like a half-giant, sat at the front and prayed devoutly.
Emlyn wasn't in a rush to change into his priest robes. He sat beside the priest and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, it turned into a chuckle.
"It must be because of your standard Feysac looks and figure that those believers don't dare come over," Emlyn said casually as he looked at the altar in front of him.
Bishop Utravsky lowered his hands and opened his eyes.
"I can understand them."
"What's the use of understanding? If the war were to be a little more intense, with more soldiers dying in battle, those believers might surge in, burn down the cathedral, and hang you to death. "Emlyn continued looking at the Sacred Emblem of Life.
Father Utravsky shook his head slightly.
"No, they won't. They sincerely believe in the Mother Goddess. They won't burn down the church. At most, they'll banish me. If I express that I have renounced my Feysac nationality, there will always be someone who will understand and accept me. "
Emlyn tsked and said without moving his gaze, "That's right.
"What if Feynapotter joins the war and attacks Rouen's territory in Desi Bay?
"What if the Church of Mother Earth summons all the clergymen to fight against Rouen?
"Will you listen to the orders of the church and abandon the believers here, or will you pretend that you don't know anything and continue to preach the preciousness of life and the joy of harvest, or will you directly organize the believers and let them fight against their own people, proving their faith with blood and sacrifice?"
Bishop Utravsky slowly looked at the altar and the Sacred Emblem of Life on it. He didn't say a word for a long time.
Emlyn didn't raise any more questions and fell silent like the priest.
The entire Harvest Church was silent.
…
On a colonial island, Alger Wilson, who hadn't returned to Pasu Island in time, didn't leave the Blue Avenger out of caution. He only sent the sailors to take turns going ashore to gather information.
"Captain, there's still no news of us being summoned," a sailor reported to Alger with the strong smell of alcohol.
Alger waved his hand and got his subordinate to leave the room. Then, he frowned slightly and muttered silently to himself.
The Church doesn't seem to place too much importance on this war …
From Alger's understanding, this was likely an intense war that involved a lot of areas. As the target, the Church of the Storm would definitely mobilize all its forces to defeat the enemy, including driving the "captains" scattered across the sea and giving them the corresponding missions. But up to this moment, Alger hadn't received any orders from Pasu Island.
This wasn't to say that the Church of the Storm was slacking off. The activity of the Church's forces in the Rouen army, the high-altitude defenses in the various cities, and the various activities of demigods indicated that the Church of the Storm was seriously resisting the Feysac Empire's invasion, but it wasn't desperate enough.
Could it be because it's still in the early stages of the war? The Church wants to preserve a portion of its strength for the critical moment? Alger restrained the stirrings in his heart and waited for further information.
In the evening, another batch of sailors returned. This time, the news had nothing to do with the war.
"Captain, there seems to be some kind of monster hiding on this island. Many pirates said that after drinking too much, they encountered something scary when they went out to pee. Some of them were slapped by tree branches, some of them saw fruits growing on their bodies, and they were filled with blood and flesh. Some of them encountered skinny ghostly figures, ghostly figures with faces full of wheat grains …" A relatively sober sailor described the rumors he had heard from others.
Legends of ghosts and monsters … Alger had no intention of investigating the truth. He nodded and sternly warned,
He nodded and warned sternly, "Don't go out at night."
…
After Baekeland and Pritz Harbor became a ghost story, Klein never went to those hospitals again, afraid that he would directly encounter Zaratul's marionette.
With Creeping Hunger and his Traveling powers, he expanded the range of terrifying legends. He would sometimes appear in the Sonia Sea, the Fog Sea, Lenburg, Feynapotter, and other times, he would appear in East and West Balam, the highlands, and river valleys. Furthermore, he didn't abide by any rules. He would go to some cities two or three times, and he wouldn't set foot on others even once.
During this process, Klein had a baffling and strange feeling. It was as though invisible tentacles had extended out of the terrifying darkness, either seeking out his whereabouts or attempting to predict and intercept him ahead of time. They were silent and cold. Once they were entangled, the outcome would be unimaginable.
Klein knew that this might be Zaratul's "search." His best solution was to temporarily stop acting and lie in wait. However, it was this subtle feeling that made him wish to digest the potion as soon as possible. Hence, he used the gray fog's powers. Every time he randomly chose a target location, Klein would first head above the gray fog to divine the level of danger and use the Paper Angels to interfere.
At that moment, having greatly digested the potion, he had "Teleported" to Cookawa City in the Northern State of West Balam.
This was the place where he had killed Ince Zangwill to avenge himself and his Captain.
The moment his figure appeared in White Feather Square, Klein suddenly sensed something amiss.
The residence that belonged to Maysanchez was too quiet. It was so quiet that it sent chills down his spine as his hair stood on end.
Maysanchez was a native general who had previously purchased firearms from Dawn Dantès. He was a Beyonder of the Death pathway, and he relied on the Church of Knowledge.
What happened? Klein frowned slightly as he considered entering to confirm the situation. After all, he was his "partner."
Furthermore, if he were to encounter a powerful enemy, it would be a very good opportunity for him to act. Klein had just done a self-assessment and believed that if he could create a few more terrifying legends with a saint-level demigod as the main character, his Bizarro Sorcerer potion would be mostly digested.
Of course, the premise of everything is safety. I have to be careful and cautious … As Klein made his marionette, Qonas Kilgor, transform into Dawn Dantès, he took out a gold coin.
This time, the revelation he received was that there wasn't any danger.
Strange … Klein didn't let his guard down. His body suddenly turned incorporeal, turning into a shadow as he vanished into the darkness of the night. As for Qonas Kilgor, with Dawn Dantès's face, he slowly walked towards Maysanchez's residence.
This was Creeping Hunger's "Shadow Concealment."
As for Klein's other marionette, Enuni, he was waiting about a kilometer away. As for the few "rats" that belonged to this marionette, they were nearly a kilometer away from the marionette, but they were unable to do anything.
Soon, Dawn Dantès arrived in front of the general's residence and activated his Spirit Body Threads vision.
What he saw were black illusory threads that were "growing" in a messy manner. They seemed to come from different people, but they had a clearly similar "aura."
As for ordinary Spirit Body Threads, they didn't exist at all.
Dawn Dantès fell silent for a few seconds before reaching out his right hand and pushing open the door that wasn't closed.
The scene inside was completely different from what Klein remembered. The pillars were wrapped in gold leaf, and the golden statues embedded in the walls, as well as the gorgeous staircase, were all jumbled together like a gigantic hedgehog that had grown golden spikes. Sharp stone pillars rose from the ground, and there was shattered glass everywhere.
Apart from these, there were also illusory bookshelves that didn't seem real in the hall. Hidden in different spots on the bookshelves were pools of black shadows. At times, they would curl up and stretch out like eyes.
As the door opened, the pools of liquid-like shadows suddenly came alive as they produced the same voice:
"It's you!
"My prophecy was right. You're the person who helped me resolve my troublesome predicament!"
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