Having read many magazines, Klein knew that the circles he wanted to enter were filled with balls. He wasn't surprised by Walter's suggestion and nodded.
"Alright."
With that said, he turned his head to his valet, Richardson.
"Prepare the carriage. I'm going to Saint Samuel Cathedral."
Klein remembered very clearly that his main goal was to act as a devout believer of the Evernight Goddess and make contact with the corresponding clergymen. From there, he would find a chance to sneak into Chanis Gate. Therefore, he planned on praying at the cathedral when he had the time to show his sincerity and familiarize himself with them.
"Yes, sir," Richardson replied respectfully.
Not long after, Klein, who had put on his coat and top hat, boarded the luxurious four-wheeled carriage that he had rented. He enjoyed the scenery along the way while sipping his black tea with lemon slices.
In fact, there was a small bar counter in the carriage. On it were distilled spirits such as Blonde Proof, Austere Black Rand, and various red and white wines that stemmed from Intis prepared by Walter.
However, Klein wasn't a fan of drinking. As a Beyonder, he didn't like the feeling of being drunk. It easily made him think of losing control. Therefore, he used the excuse that he wasn't allowed to drink at the cathedral to instruct his valet, Richardson, to prepare a pot of marquis black tea.
"If possible, I would prefer a cup of sweet iced tea. It's the flavor of the South," Klein said to Richardson half-jokingly.
"I will prepare it next time," Richardson immediately replied.
Klein smiled and shook his head.
"No, no, it's not respectable enough.
"After I get familiar with the neighbors here, I'll hold a Desi specialty banquet. I'll prepare sweet iced tea then. Hehe, I think their children will like it."
When Richardson realized that he had misunderstood his employer's intentions, he hurriedly said nervously,
"I will remember."
It only took about twenty minutes to walk from 160 Böklund Street to Saint Samuel Cathedral on Phelps Street. If it wasn't for the fact that he had already rented a carriage and hired a carriage driver, Klein would have preferred to walk over to digest his food and strengthen his body.
Soon, the carriage stopped at the edge of the square outside the church. Klein walked down with his gold-inlaid cane and stopped to watch the pigeons dance for a while.
After entering the cathedral and arriving at the main prayer hall, he handed his top hat and cane to Richardson before he found a seat near the aisle and sat down. He lowered his head and clasped his hands together, starting to pray seriously and quietly.
Richardson sat behind him and put down his various items. He glanced at the Dark Sacred Emblem on the altar before closing his eyes.
In the serene atmosphere, Klein felt that his spirituality was slightly diverging, but he was not surprised. This was because the believers who prayed in the cathedral would experience the same thing. A small amount of spirituality with pious beliefs gathered bit by bit, providing power to the seal on Chanis Gate.
After an unknown period of time, his spiritual perception was triggered. He quietly opened his eyes and looked diagonally ahead.
There stood an old man wearing a clergy's black robe. His hair was sparse and the color was like frost, and his face was as pale as a corpse.
From afar, his aura was cold and he was expressionless. He blended in with the dark environment of the prayer hall to a certain extent.
Keeper … Klein made a judgment with a single glance. He closed his eyes to pray again. Of course, he had already memorized the man's looks.
He had a big nose, grayish-blue eyes, loose facial skin, and no facial hair.
The old man dressed like a clergyman also sat down at this time and focused on praying to the Goddess. In the entire prayer hall, there were only a few holes on the top of the wall in front of them. Pure light shone in, like bright stars, making the dark environment seem gentle and sacred.
As time passed, Klein's spiritual perception was triggered once again.
He carefully opened his eyes and saw the black-robed Keeper leave his seat and enter the passageway to the side.
That should lead to the back of the cathedral … Do the Keepers live in the cathedral? They have no family, no family, and no residence of their own? From their state, this doesn't seem too surprising. Furthermore, it's normal for the people guarding Chanis Gate to be supervised by the bishops … This means that I really have to befriend the bishops and priests of Saint Samuel Cathedral and obtain the chance to freely enter the cathedral's back … Klein didn't take another look as he closed his eyes and pondered over various problems.
After a while, he slowly got up and walked to the altar. Standing in front of the donation box, he took out fifty pounds in cash and piously threw it in.
This made the bishops and priests on duty look over. Their gazes turned friendly as they memorized his looks.
After doing all of this, Klein nodded slightly at the clergymen, turned around, and walked down the aisle to the exit. Richardson followed closely behind with his hat and cane in hand.
After leaving the prayer hall, he walked towards the main door amidst the exquisite murals and the light that penetrated the stained glass.
At this moment, a few figures walked in. Leading them was a middle-aged man with long sideburns and soft facial features. He wore a black trench coat and didn't wear gloves, nor did he hold a cane.
To the left of the man was a young man who was also wearing a black trench coat. He had black hair and green eyes, and he looked handsome. However, his hairstyle appeared a little casual, as though he hadn't combed it carefully after waking up in the morning.
His looks and figure were abnormally familiar to Klein, but he had the misconception that he hadn't seen him in years.
Leonard Mitchell!
Klein's pupils constricted, but he didn't stop at all. He maintained his previous pace and stride as he walked towards the Nighthawks in black trench coats.
Yes, Klein confirmed that they were Nighthawks!
When he met them, he casually swept a glance at Leonard and company before walking past them and towards the door.
The door was wide open. The clouds outside were thin, and the sunlight was pure. White pigeons were flying in the sky.
Leonard Mitchell also glanced at the believers who passed by, as though he had nothing to do.
He retracted his gaze and sighed. "I hope I can stay in Baekeland for a few more days and have a good rest. Not only is this case dangerous and exciting, but we also need to be on our toes at all times. "
Their team of Red Gloves had just cracked a case of a devil in human skin and captured two of the targets.
It looked easy on the surface, but in fact, it wasn't simple at all. They had experienced many setbacks and counterattacks before completing the mission with great difficulty. Every member was not only physically exhausted, but also mentally exhausted.
Captain Sostel shook his head and smiled.
"This is the life of us Red Gloves. You should have known that this would happen when you chose to join.
"However, congratulations on being promoted to a 'Soul Assurer' this time."
Leonard Mitchell curled his lips and smiled.
"This is slower than I imagined. Also, Captain Sostel, you've finally … finally reached Sequence 5."
"This isn't a problem with the Church. If I could take it well, I would have become a Spirit Wizard five years ago." Sostel put away his smile and walked to the prayer hall. "Go and pray to the Goddess. This will effectively eliminate your psychological stress and restore your mental state."
As they spoke, the group of Red Gloves entered the dark and quiet hall and found a spot to sit down.
Leonard was about to focus on praying when he suddenly heard a slightly aged voice in his mind.
"There's something wrong with that person."
"Who?" Leonard lowered his head and asked in a low voice.
The slightly aged voice replied, "That's right.
"One of the people you met at the entrance. I'm residing in your body, and my strength hasn't recovered yet, so I can't see too clearly."
Leonard recalled and asked in a low voice,
"What problem?"
"He has an ancient aura on him," the voice in Leonard's mind said simply.
"A Beyonder who's lived for a long time?" Leonard mumbled. "I'll try to investigate."
At the same time, he thought to himself,
Old Man is definitely hiding something. He rarely takes the initiative to remind me that there's something wrong with someone, but he doesn't say it clearly … Once I find the target and confirm that he's temporarily harmless, I'll leave him be. I don't want to be embroiled in the battles of the undying monsters of the Fourth Epoch … If that person really brings disaster, I'll directly report it to the archbishop …
…
Cherwood Borough, in a house.
"This is the money I lent you previously." Fors handed the 220 pounds she owed to Xio.
She had already received 100 pounds from Mr. Moon and 500 pounds from Ma 'am Hermit.
Xio Derecha grabbed her messy blonde hair and looked at the money before looking up at Fors. She blurted out a question, "What's the matter?
She blurted out, "Are you really involved in illegal gambling?
"I have to tell you that such gambling is definitely a trap and a trap. They're letting you win just to make you lose more! Although you're a Trickmaster and have a chance of deceiving them, such gambling might very well have other Beyonders hiding in it! "
"Stop, stop, stop!" Fors pressed her hands down and said in exasperation and amusement, "Do I look like the kind of person who would participate in illegal gambling?"
"You do!" Xio replied without hesitation. "If I hadn't stopped you, you wouldn't just be smoking. You'd even want to smoke marijuana!"
That's because the pain brought about by the full moon's ravings made me seek numbness. It won't be like that now … Fors didn't argue with Xio.
Instead, she directly explained, "I sold my mysticism knowledge at a Beyonder gathering. Heh heh, that person was very generous and offered a few hundred pounds."
"Is that so …" Xio instantly threw the question to the back of her mind and said, "There's a new Beyonder gathering in East Borough recently. I was invited."
"A new Beyonder gathering?" Fors was first taken aback before she felt a sense of anticipation.
According to her teacher, Dorian Gray, and Mr. Fool, she knew that Louis Wien was an Oracle of the Aurora Order. He had probably come to Baekeland to replace the previously missing Mr. A and rebuild the Aurora Order's forces in this metropolis. Therefore, there was a high chance that he had disguised himself and organized a new Beyonder gathering.
Fors thought for a moment and said to Xio in a seemingly casual manner,
"Are you going to participate?"
"Of course, I have to prepare the Interrogator potion formula," Xio answered decisively.
Fors nodded, covered her mouth, and yawned.
"When you have the qualifications to invite new members, remember to bring me along."
PS: I don't have a copy. Update as per usual on Monday. Asking for monthly and recommended votes in advance ~
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