"Thank you for your consideration, Dean." Anna nodded slightly and closed the door gently without hesitation.

She could feel the thorny gaze outside the door lingering for a long time before leaving.

The moment the door closed, the two women took a deep breath at the same time and slowly exhaled.

"One hour..." Monica lowered her voice, a cold glint in her eyes. "She's here to confirm whether we've become suspicious, and to urge us on. We don't have time."

"Isn't the runic message Enzo left behind a bit vague?" Anna said solemnly, "Especially the first two phrases. They can be seen as suggesting that the Dark Church itself is a deadly 'trap.' 'Dwarf danger' refers to none other than Enzo himself. Saru and the Dark Church are about to attack him.

"Because we are all investigating the Graybeard clan. So it can also be understood that all of Enzo's people have fallen into a 'trap', and 'dwarf danger' means that his people are now in danger.

"As for the Frostwhisper rift and the Church Alliance... it seems that Eliza and Saru's target is there. Their plan is likely within the rift, and more than one faction is involved... Do they want to use Enzo or the dwarf clan as a trigger or key?"

Monica nodded. "Your analysis is correct. And the 'Church Alliance'... I'm afraid the Star-Moon Church is one of them, and may even be the leader."

"Regardless of who Enzo hinted at in the 'trap' he mentioned, one thing is certain: Saru's so-called arrangement must have driven Enzo to Frostwhisper Rift.

"We must find out what these people are planning before he is sent away, or find out what is going to happen in Frostwhisper Rift."

“So, we have to go find Mr. Mark and ask him to investigate from the outside, right?”

“That’s right!”

The two women took action immediately.

Monica carefully took out a flat silver box from her personal bag. Inside was several extremely fine powders and reagents that emitted a faint magical glow.

Under Anna's curious gaze, she quickly mixed the ingredients and whispered, "This is a portable blinding potion I used often. It can temporarily block the sight and hearing of ordinary believers, but it won't last long, and it can't interfere with the protective spells set up by the church elders or priests. We only have a short window of opportunity."

Anna walked silently to the window, and through the window frame, she sensed the outside world in a very covert way.

The interior of the Star-Moon Church was not monolithic; the flowing believers and the complex energy flows in the air provided her with information:

"The back corridor leads to a small chapel, and patrols are less frequent at night. In five minutes, two low-level deacons will pass by our door, followed by a break of at least ten minutes. The outer wall... is a bit difficult. The stone is engraved with defensive runes, and any contact will immediately trigger an alarm."

"Don't go along the outer wall." The potion in Monica's hand has been mixed and has a flowing silver-gray color.

She carefully applied the potion to the cracks in the door and the keyholes. It seeped in quickly and spread silently. "Let's 'go' to the holy icon. The shortest statue of the pensive goddess on the side of the church has an inconspicuous gap on the inside of its arm, which is a stepping stone for believers to climb and clean. Eliza can't believe we dare to escape in such a 'blasphemous' way."

This was a detail Monica observed when she came in.

The potion took effect.

The energy fluctuations that were originally faintly present at the door seemed to be covered by a layer of mist and became blurred.

Exactly five minutes passed when footsteps were heard outside the door. They stopped briefly as if to check, then quickly walked away.

"Now!" Anna gently opened the door.

The corridor was empty.

They were like nimble wild cats, sneaking in the predetermined direction without making any sound.

Avoiding the occasional low-level deacons and devout believers passing by, relying on Anna's precise perception and several extremely fine "visual interference" light dust released by Monica, they successfully touched the back of the stone statue of the meditative goddess that was slightly larger than a life-size figure.

Monica didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the Star-Moon Goddess in front of her seemed to be very different from the one she saw next to the wooden house in the Black Gold Gang's underground black market.

But if you really ask her to explain it, she really can't tell you what the difference is.

Monica took a deep breath and climbed onto the pedestal of the goddess first.

The rough stone surface rubbed her fingertips, but her movements were light and steady.

I felt the inside of the goddess's arms, which were folded in front of her chest, and found that there was indeed a shallow groove that was artificially dug for people to climb on with their fingers.

Anna followed closely behind.

The two men clung to the cold boulder like geckos, and carefully climbed up the statue's arms and shoulders to the top of the stone platform.

From here, you are very close to the eaves of the outer wall covered with talismans.

"Jump over and land in the shadow of the eaves. The trigger point of the spell is at the bottom. As long as you don't land directly on the rune and control the impact of landing..." Monica whispered.

Anna nodded, her eyes fixed sharply on the landing point.

She exerted force first, and her body drew a tiny arc in the air, landing silently in the shadow behind the thick stone eaves.

Monica followed closely behind.

There was indeed a faint sense of runic resistance under their feet, but their light landing did not cause any energy ripples.

This is basic operation for elven archers and assassins.

The scene inside the church walls shrank before his eyes, and the dark, depressing, chaotic streets of Fortagan Settlement, intertwined with countless foul smells, came into view again.

Not far away, abnormal energy fluctuations seemed to be emanating from the direction of the Dark Sanctuary.

"Hurry up. One hour is the time that woman agreed with us." Monica's voice was cold, and her eyes turned towards the direction of the Dark Sanctuary. "She might just want us to test the Dark Church..."

The two of them no longer hesitated and took advantage of the shadow of the gathering building to quickly disappear into Fortagan under the cover of night.

Behind them, at the window of the quiet room of the Star-Moon Church, a hunched figure like a night owl quietly emerged. Eliza's cold gaze swept across the empty room and then to the boundless darkness outside the window, her lips pursed into a sharp straight line.

She really didn't expect that she would only realize Anna and Monica after they left the church. With such strength working under her, the star trails this time should have passed over the sky of the Arctic ice field!

…

Mark was already waiting in a secluded corner filled with frozen garbage near the "Northern Bear Warmth" hotel.

He wrapped his gorgeous equipment tightly with rags, and the frost marks and haggard appearance on his face were perfectly disguised.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw two agile black shadows approaching quietly.