Chapter 590 In the Church
Angel just glanced at the action, which was like adjusting his collar to appear more solemn when approaching the altar, as if he saw nothing. He passed by the middle-aged gentleman who was a punch taller than him and returned to the first row of seats.
Elsa, the personal maid, was waiting there, protecting her belongings. Her eyes were a little out of focus as she looked at the relief behind the altar and the huge holy emblem of night in the center. When she saw her master coming back, she quickly looked away.
"Miss, are we leaving now?"
She asked Angel cautiously.
The latter sat down and shook his head:
"Wait a little longer. There isn't even a church dedicated to the Goddess in Trier. I haven't listened to the Goddess' grace for years."
She was perfecting her "personality" in due time, looking devoutly towards the altar, as if she was looking at the bishop who was about to start the next mass, but she also took in the gentleman in front of the offering box beside her.
The other party had a total of 50 pounds in his hand, which made Angel raise her eyebrows. However, the bishop and priest who had expressed surprise and shown friendliness at Angel's 20 pounds just now only expressed it briefly. This made her sure that this gentleman was not the first time to come to listen to the sermon or to make a large donation.
This guy is so extravagant… Angel took a deep breath and looked away.
After the tall gentleman and his servant left the prayer hall, she turned to her maid and said:
"Go to the offering box and put the five pounds in. And ask the minister if the gentleman who just came was here last Sunday. If so, what's his name?"
Last Sunday was the day Klein returned to Backlund. True to his style, he had to come to the church. His purpose was the same as Angel's: to show himself before the bishop and observe the church's entrance to the Chanis Gate below.
If you rashly ask the pastor for the names of other believers, they will most likely refuse to answer on the grounds of privacy. However, if you tell the pastor the whereabouts of that believer in advance, they will mistakenly think that the two of them have had contact, and their resistance will be much reduced.
This is the technique of "instigation"... Angel watched as the maid Aisha, who had taken his 5 pounds, walked to the donation box, threw the banknotes into the box with a clearly less decisive gesture, talked to the priest for a few words, and returned to his side.
The priest's eyes followed Aisha until he spotted Angel, then he nodded in a friendly manner.
It seems that the previous 20 pounds played a significant role...
"I asked the priest, and he said the gentleman's name was Dwayne Dantes. He didn't know anything else."
"That's enough, let's go."
Angel replied softly, standing up and walking towards the door with Aisha.
"Dawn is very similar to Dunn's writing style. His new disguise seems to borrow some of the Captain's image... Dantes is the surname of the protagonist of Russell's "early masterpiece," The Return of the Count. Humph, the protagonist of The Count of Monte Cristo, which he copied, is an avenger. Could it be that Klein means..."
Analyzing silently in her mind, Angel walked past the last row of benches and glanced to the side inadvertently. Suddenly, she found that a man sitting in the corner was also looking at her. His windbreaker was folded and placed casually beside him. The hem of his white shirt was not tucked into his belt, and only the middle two buttons of his black vest were buttoned. His style was very casual.
…
Leonard Mitchell retracted his impolite gaze, his mind still filled with that stunning purple.
"If I hadn't known she was dead, I would have thought I saw someone I knew... Oh, beautiful women are all alike, but each ugly one is different..."
He subconsciously composed two lines of poetry in his mind, but got stuck on the last adjective.
He simply gave up struggling. Seeing that the woman had already walked out of the door, he whispered:
"Old man, is this confirmed?"
Immediately, he heard an old, weak voice that only he could hear:
“That’s him.
"Wait a moment, then go out and take a look."
Leonard nodded slightly, closed his eyes and prayed. He waited until another group of believers passed by and left the prayer hall before he picked up his windbreaker, stood up, and followed the crowd out of the church and into the square outside.
The young woman who had impressed him before and whose eyes looked like a deceased teammate had arrived at the edge of the square and was getting on a luxuriously decorated carriage. His real target today, the middle-aged gentleman, was sitting on a chair in a corner of the square, feeding pigeons, and his eyes were also looking at the woman.
It just so happens that he is attracted by someone else, so I can get closer... Just as this thought came into Leonard's mind, the gentleman withdrew his gaze and looked over here.
He immediately changed his purpose, his expression unchanged, and walked neatly past the group of white pigeons that were not afraid of people at all and even dared to fly into him. He left the church square, hailed a hired carriage, and returned to his home at 7 Pinster Street.
It was not until he closed the door and curled up on the sofa in the living room that Leonard, covered in cold sweat, recovered.
He opened his clenched left palm, revealing a crumpled piece of paper.
It was "given" to him by a white dove in the square.
This was the real reason why he didn't dare to get close to the other person, and could only pretend that nothing had happened and leave quietly.
Leonard swallowed and slowly opened the note. Two words were written crookedly on it:
"Parasite."
"Zoroaster."
For a moment, the only sound in the living room was his faint breathing.
"Old man," Leonard said after a long while, "he might be your old friend."
A few days ago, he had come across this gentleman at Saint Samuel's Church. He possessed an ancient aura that could be sensed by the old "parasite" in his body. Out of curiosity and fear that the man might harm Backlund, Leonard, a member of the Nighthawks' "Red Gloves," decided to investigate first and then decide whether to report it based on the situation.
Then, he encountered today's "carrier pigeon" incident.
That Dwayne Dantes is warning me?
He knew that there was a "parasite" in my body and that I was following him, so he threatened to make my secret public if I didn't stop investigating?
"No wonder you said not to mess with the wrong people in Backlund just because of curiosity." Seeing that the old man didn't say anything, Leonard continued, "I guess I should wait until your strength has almost recovered before I investigate this person... Haha, so you're from the Zoroaster family."
Although Leonard had only seen the family name in church texts and had no in-depth understanding of it, this did not prevent him from defeating the "parasite" verbally for once.
He lit the spiritual fire, burned the paper into ashes, and crushed the ashes. Then he returned to the study and stood beside a blackboard standing on the wall.
There were many different names written on it, some of which had been crossed out, some of which had been highlighted, and connected by various lines.
In the center are two names written in large fonts:
Sherlock Moriarty, Irene Watson.
In the corner of the blackboard, a new name was written: Dwayne Dantes.
After hesitating for a moment, Leonard picked up a pen, crossed out the name, and put a question mark next to it.
Then, his gaze moved to another name also in the corner of the blackboard:
Allen Kress.
Next to him were written some keywords such as "surgeon", "'monster'", "Aurora will attack", "'justice' card" and so on.
Unlike the other names that have been crossed out, he is connected to Sherlock and Irene at the same time. The keywords beside him have been continuously added and are the most among everyone, making him stand out extremely.
Staring at the name for a long time, Leonard nodded heavily as if he had made a decision.
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Theresa's house at 8 Burningham Road.
Due to the arrival of the fashion designer and tailor, Angel's travel plans were disrupted and he had to go back to the second floor to accept the designer's "inspection".
Angel had never revealed more than half of her skin to anyone except Klein, which made her extremely uncomfortable when she stripped down to her underwear in front of the female designer.
Fortunately, with the help of the maid Elsa and the designer's chattering, she quickly got rid of the embarrassment and fell into another negative emotion.
"A completely custom-made dress costs over £100?"
——She wanted to question loudly, but that would cause the rumor that "Miss Theresa is extremely stingy" to spread quickly throughout the street, so she could only mutter to herself.
After measuring all parts of her body, Angel quickly put on her clothes amid the admiration of the designer and the maid. She was thinking about whether to bargain with this designer who was said to be the best in the entire Hillston area, when she heard a light knock on the door.
"Mr. Ryback said that there are visitors. It is Dr. Allen Kress and his wife, Ms. Velma, whom you originally intended to visit, and Baronet Best."
After Angel had tidied up his clothes, Elsa opened the door, listened to the housekeeper's words outside, and conveyed them to her.
Dr. Allen and his family lived at 3 Burningham Road, diagonally across from Angel's house. After Angel's housekeeper paid her a private visit and handed over her business card, she was cordially invited to visit, which was also Angel's original schedule for this afternoon.
Unexpectedly, after she was delayed due to custom-made clothes, the other party actually came to her door on his own initiative.
As for the baronet, Angel had no impression of him. Perhaps he was just a friend of his.
"Miss?"
Seeing that she was lost in thought, Aisha reminded her again.
It’s not good to keep the guests waiting for a long time... Angel made a decision. She asked the designer who had obtained the body data to leave, and went to the small living room at the other end of the second floor.
The three guests were already seated in the living room. Butler Li Buck was standing at the door waiting for Angel. Seeing her coming, he walked up quickly and said,
"Dr. and Mrs. Allen heard you couldn't visit today, so they came to say hello. Baron Best was visiting them today, and perhaps he mentioned you during their conversation, so he came along as well."
So that's how it is... Angel understood, nodded, and said:
"Prepare two, no, three gifts as an apology for my late visit. I heard that Dr. Allen's wife is several months pregnant. Are there any etiquette taboos?"
Her knowledge of aristocratic etiquette basically came from a manual that gave a general overview, so she had to ask her butler from time to time for details.
"I've asked Kayla to prepare three gifts," said Riback, worthy of his annual salary of over a hundred pounds. He had already arranged everything. "Mrs. Wilma has no taboos. You can turn the conversation to her unborn child. She loves to discuss such topics."
"Also, she's been really into all kinds of ice cream lately."
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