North Borough, Saint Samuel Cathedral.
The moment Klein entered the prayer hall, he naturally surveyed the area with the help of the specks of light that shone in from the wall behind the altar, taking in all the believers praying inside.
With just a glance, Klein quickly locked onto his target. He walked down the aisle without any abnormalities.
In the first row sat a black-robed clergyman with a cold aura. He had a pale face and withered yellow hair. His eyes were closed tightly as he prayed in concentration. He was one of the Keepers that Klein had previously sensed.
He's usually on duty on Fridays … Klein didn't really approach him. He left two rows of seats and found a spot to sit down. He handed his hat and cane to his valet, Richardson.
Then, while he sat down, he quickly pinched his index finger twice with his left thumb, silently activating his Spirit Body Threads vision.
Suddenly, illusory black threads appeared in front of Klein. They drilled out from the bodies of different living beings as they spread out into the infinite distance.
Just as he sat down, Klein moved his gaze and cast his attention towards the Keeper.
This glance nearly made him exclaim. However, thanks to his self-control as a Clown and his ability to anticipate abnormal situations, he easily maintained his calm state.
In his vision, although the withered elder had Spirit Body Threads extending out, the interior of his body was pitch-black. He had devoured the illusory threads' origins, making him completely different from ordinary Beyonders!
Indeed, they have been corroded by the power of the seal's core, causing an anomaly at the soul level … From the looks of it, the problem is closer to the second guess I made previously. To a certain extent, they have already become a part of the seal's core. Once they show signs of losing control, it will immediately trigger the item's instinctive reaction, forcefully calming them down … It's no wonder the Keepers have to volunteer. Furthermore, they're already in their later years. They should be fully aware of the outcome … Klein sighed inexplicably as he prepared to deactivate his perception of the Spirit Body Threads and retract his gaze.
At this moment, he saw a pair of eyes. The color of the eyes was like black ink, a pair of eyes that didn't contain any emotions.
Beside the eyes, dense and deep wrinkles extended out bit by bit, as though they were distorted mysterious symbols.
They were the Keeper's eyes!
At some point, he had straightened his body, turned his head, and looked indifferently at Dawn Dantès!
Klein's scalp instantly went numb. He forced a smile and nodded at the other party, as if this was just normal eye contact.
The Keeper slowly moved his head and actually responded.
Then, Klein felt his surroundings suddenly disappear. First, it became blurry, then it became clear.
At this moment, he knew that he had entered a dream.
Hence, as he maintained his image as Dawn Dantès, he instinctively sized up his surroundings and realized that he was still inside Saint Samuel Cathedral. However, all the seats were either damaged or toppled. They were scattered everywhere, as though he had been attacked.
The holy altar in front of him was covered in cracks. Weeds were crawling over it, and dust had accumulated on it. It seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.
The yellow-haired Keeper stood beside the collapsed donation box, coldly staring at Dwayne Dantès, who was dressed in a black suit.
Upon seeing Klein look back, he opened his mouth bit by bit, revealing sharp, pale, and uneven teeth.
And on these teeth, there were blurry, indistinct, and tiny figures embedded in them. They had complete facial features and limbs. Their expressions were different, but they carried similar pain. It was as though they were imprisoned there, unable to extricate themselves.
"Gasp …" The Keeper let out a beast-like growl as he bent his back forward.
His ribs and waist bulged out of his clothes, and four skinless arms that were covered in blood vessels grew out of his body.
Right on the heels of that, they grew dense black hair as sharp fingernails shot out from the tips of their fingers.
In just two to three seconds, the relatively normal Keeper had become a monster with eight "legs" that was sprawled on the ground. He was like a spider silently weaving a web in the dark night in wait for its prey, or a deformed black wolf. It struck fear into one's heart.
At the same time, two gigantic palms covered in black hair extended out of the damaged holy altar without any warning. They pressed down on the edges as black gas condensed into slippery tentacles that spread out in every direction, instantly filling the entire prayer hall.
The shuddering aura, the extreme sense of horror, and the illusory, gigantic blurry figure penetrated the invisible barrier as it appeared bit by bit.
He lost control? Did the Keeper lose control? Klein stood there, subconsciously wanting to react. He wanted to use his uniqueness to struggle out of the dream, but in an instant, he recalled what had happened. His expression changed as he put on a horrified expression. He trembled as he ran to the door as though he was struggling in a nightmare.
In just a few seconds, a tidal wave of darkness silently surged in from the outside world, drowning the dream and calming everything.
Klein opened his eyes abruptly and realized that he had fallen asleep at some point in time. As for the yellow-haired Keeper, he had already turned his head away and continued praying with his eyes closed.
His eyes darted around slightly as Dawn Dantès looked around in horror, as though he was still immersed in the dream and had yet to completely extricate himself from his horror.
After nearly a minute, he took two deep breaths and looked at the Sacred Emblem again. He drew a crimson moon on his chest.
Only then did Klein have the time to recall what had just happened and guess what had happened.
Because I spied on his Spirit Body Threads, it caused him to show signs of losing control. Furthermore, he reacted excessively, forcefully pulling me into a dream in an attempt to deal with me accordingly?
Later, the core seal behind Chanis Gate must've sensed the abnormality and calmed the problem …
Now, the crux of the matter is if this Keeper still remembers the source of his near-anomaly … If he's already used to it, with his present state, he should be very blurry about what happened … Of course, it might not be my fault. Perhaps he was close to losing control to begin with … Klein looked at the yellow-haired elder in front of him again and observed what he would do next to determine how he should respond.
If that doesn't work, I'll just use Creeping Hunger and activate Traveling to escape … Klein quickly made a decision as he patiently waited for any possible changes.
A few minutes later, he saw Bishop Elektra enter from the side door and walk to him.
Klein's heart tightened as he spread his left fingers, prepared to activate Creeping Hunger.
At this moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and gave up on his plan.
If the Keepers have already informed the bishops of my problematic situation through a dream, then what awaits me will be the combined attacks of many Beyonders of the Church. After all, pulling me into a dream can prevent me from harming other believers. Therefore, there's no need for them to get a bishop I'm familiar with … This should be a form of consolation and consolation … Klein retracted his gaze and continued assuming a praying posture.
In less than a minute, he finally sensed someone approaching. He hurriedly looked to the side and saw Bishop Elektra speak gently.
"You don't look too good."
"I don't know how I fell asleep just now, but I had a nightmare. I'm still scared now." Klein laughed at himself.
Bishop Elektra took the opportunity to sit beside him and calmly said,
"Dreams are sometimes the manifestation of one's inner fears.
"As long as one piously prays to the Goddess and drinks holy water, one will be able to calm down.
"Of course, the most important thing is not to suppress yourself. You need to know how to repent to the Goddess. At times, a silent cry can relieve a lot of your stress."
Klein secretly observed the other party's attitude and read his tone before secretly heaving a sigh of relief.
"I understand."
He cast his gaze forward again, lowered his head, clasped his hands, and began praying in silence.
During this process, he saw the Keeper in front of him get up and walk to the side door where a bishop was waiting.
Phew … Klein silently exhaled as he truly blended into the serene environment.
Suddenly, a voice sounded in his heart, a voice that belonged to him but wasn't under his control:
"Do you think you're being secretive?
"No! Not at all! Have you forgotten that you've come into contact with the Evernight Goddess's Holy Artifact? "
PS: Participated in a meeting. I didn't prepare a manuscript, so I secretly used my cell phone to code it. The number of words is a little short, so I'll update it before making any changes.
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