Chapter 853 Unexpected Fortune
After nightfall, Angel finished his dinner and took a carriage accompanied by his maid to St. Samuel's Church in the North District.
She did not stop the carriage at the square, but stopped half a street away. Then, Angel left the maid and the coachman behind, disguised herself a little, and used the "hypocrisy" ring under her cloak to transform herself into a young woman with black hair and a round face, who looked a bit like Triss. Then she swaggered into the prayer hall of the church.
After listening to a mass, she went to the donation box and put in 5 pounds, accepting the thanks of a strange priest. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she was about to walk towards the secret door in the corner of the prayer hall, but found that two figures came out from there, one in front and one behind, and happened to block Angel.
It's Dunn Smith and Daley Simone!
Angel subconsciously wanted to dodge sideways, but then he thought about it. He hadn't had a good chat with these two companions since they parted in Tingen. Even when they joined forces to deal with Ince Zangwill in Kukwa City in Northern State, they only had a few superficial conversations. So he just turned his face to one side. When he turned back, he had regained his blond hair and purple eyes, and his appearance was closer to that of the Tingen period.
"Angel!"
Daly's gaze had just shifted from Dunn, who was wearing a black silk hat and a windbreaker, when she noticed the familiar figure in front of her and let out a soft cry.
"It's me, Ms. Daly."
Angel smiled and nodded, took two steps forward, and hugged the lady who was not much older than him but looked a little old.
Of course, compared to when she was in Tingen and Enmat, Daly no longer used exaggerated, dark makeup to cover up her beauty as a protection for herself. Instead, she wore light makeup like other women in Backlund, sprinkled on a little perfume, making herself clean and refreshing, which made Angel couldn't help but sniff in her arms.
"Okay, Daly, Angel should be going down to see His Excellency the Archbishop. Let's not delay her."
Dunn said this with a smile on his face as he looked at the former member of the Nighthawks whom he had personally recruited.
According to Angel's memory, the somewhat rebellious "psychic" should have made a few jokes instead of directly following Dunn's advice, but Daly just said "hmm" softly, let Angel go, and opened the secret door leading to the basement of the church.
This made her look at the two of them in surprise, especially Captain Dunn. She couldn't help but wonder whether the development of their relationship during this period had exceeded her expectations.
"Ahem, I just remembered something else." Dunn, feeling somewhat uncomfortable under her gaze, coughed lightly and said as if remembering something. "Next Tuesday, August 16th, I'd like to invite you and Klein to get together at the Old Vail Restaurant on Alka Street in the North District. It won't be a large group. It'll just be me, Daly, you guys, and Leonard."
They are all people who know that he is "still alive"... Angel thought secretly and asked doubtfully:
"There's also an Old Vail restaurant in Backlund?"
She still remembered the place where she had her first dinner with her fellow Night Watchmen in Tingen, and the taste of the ice cream after dinner.
"It's just a name, but I think it has a more, um, or as Daly would say, ceremonial feel." Dunn chuckled and glanced at Daly, who was beside him, quietly correcting, "It was Emperor Roselle who said that." "That day was my birthday."
So that's how it is. He wouldn't want to take that opportunity to meet Ms. Daly... Angel thought to himself, nodded, and said:
"I'll inform Klein."
After saying goodbye to the two, Angel continued to walk down the passage behind the secret door, presented the holy emblem and passed two checkpoints. When he reached the second underground floor, he turned out of the stairwell and did not continue to go deeper into the residence of the "Night Watchers" and "Red Gloves". Instead, he walked towards the office of the Archbishop.
In front of Anthony Stevenson's office, she ran into another acquaintance: Leonard Mitchell.
The latter had just walked out of Anthony's office and closed the door respectfully. When he turned around, he noticed that Angel had recovered his appearance because of his conversation with Daly and Dunn just now. He took two steps back as if he had seen a ghost and almost went into the archbishop's office again.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Angel asked curiously as he was staring at her with a half-horrified, half-scrutinizing look.
"It's okay," Leonard immediately shook his head and stood up straight, though his posture against the door was a little odd. "Are you looking for His Excellency the Archbishop?"
"Well, after the promotion, I think I should inform him."
Promotion... Hearing this word, Leonard's expression changed again and again. After a moment, he stabilized his emotions, nodded, and opened the door behind him.
Watching the "ageless" witch walk into Archbishop Anthony's office with an elegant gait that involuntarily exuded a hint of charm, Leonard's mouth twitched, and he quickly turned around and left this floor.
Only after he walked out of the church and stepped into the crimson-lit, star-studded square did he tilt his head and whisper:
"Old man, how about it, did you see anything?"
After a while, the old voice sounded from his ears:
"It's strange. This time, she really does look like the 'ageless' witch I saw before... At least that kind of temperament is hard to fake... But she wasn't like this when I saw her before."
I knew He wouldn't admit His mistakes... Leonard curled his lips, used his foot to drive away the pigeons that were gradually surrounding him, and continued to ask:
"What about that talisman? The one I got from her, made using the 'Worm of Time', does it really have the power to severely damage a demigod as she claimed?"
"If it hits directly, it can even kill a saint, but it won't have much effect on an angel, and it will drain all of your spiritual energy in one blow... This is your trump card, so keep it close to you."
The Pales Zoroaster in his mind spoke slowly, then sighed:
"Strange, these symbols, I saw them during the war that affected the entire continent in the Fourth Epoch..."
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Pushing open the door of the Archbishop's office, Angel entered and saw the old man who looked extremely clean and even had very few wrinkles on his Archbishop's robe.
"Your Excellency," Angel found a chair and sat down, then said straight to the point, "Thank you for your help. I have successfully achieved a promotion by utilizing the extraordinary characteristic of 'Immortality'."
"Congratulations, Miss Angel, 'Shadow of the Goddess,'" Anthony said calmly, as if he already knew the outcome. "The Goddess should be praised in this matter."
Of course, I know this is a gift from the goddess, and I have praised it at home... Angel complained in his heart, and together with the archbishop, he pointed the crimson moon on his chest and prayed devoutly to the goddess.
She then told Anthony the general process of her exploration of the "Fountain of Youth", but, just like in the Tarot Club, she concealed some details.
As for the extraordinary characteristics of the harvest, Angel didn't mention it at all, and Anthony didn't ask either. The two of them tacitly avoided the topic.
In addition to this matter, she also asked the archbishop about the situation of the Church of Sleep on Daenos Island, where the siren Ariel originally belonged. According to Anthony, the church released a group of sirens who had been tamed to become believers of the Goddess of Night three months ago and let them return to the sea. Ariel might belong to this group.
"But the Church of Dormition constantly monitors the movements of these sirens, especially to prevent them from being hunted or used as materials for advancement to certain sequences... I'll inquire about the entire tribe being wiped out due to internal strife you mentioned."
Anthony flipped through the files on the bookshelf beside him and said to Angel after a moment.
It seems like this wasn't intentional on the part of the Church... I've been "arranged" so many times before that I almost thought Ariel was sent by the Church, or even by the Goddess... Angel muttered, changing the subject.
"What were the results of your search for the ruins around Backlund, Master 'Goddess Sword'?"
"We haven't found anything substantial. We suspect the ruins are located deep underground, accessible only through some special method. With the completion of internal construction and certain preparations, this passage has been sealed... Of course, Cecima will continue to lead the search, to confuse those working in the shadows. The remaining exploration may have to be carried out within the royal family."
Anthony replied.
"Does it mean the royal power represented by Duchess Georgina?"
Angel asked thoughtfully.
After meeting Georgina that time, she wrote a secret letter to report the matter to Archbishop Anthony. When she saw him mention the issue of the royal family, she naturally thought of this demigod.
"Indeed, the royal family is now divided into three factions due to differing views on war and political opinions. The Duchess's faction tends to be conservative and contains many followers of the Goddess... Compared to the pro-war faction and King George III, who has an ambiguous attitude, the Holy Temple favors her."
Anthony looked impassive, describing the church's stance on political differences as if it were choosing a bishop to celebrate mass tomorrow.
I really don't want to get involved in this kind of thing... But after all, after becoming a Sequence 3 Saint, it's impossible for me not to take sides. Moreover, this is the decision of the Holy Temple, which is equivalent to the will of the Goddess... Angel sighed and nodded, indicating that he understood what the other party meant.
With the help of one of the three major factions within the royal family, they might be able to obtain the information they need to find out the truth behind the great smog and the purpose of the mysterious ruins hidden on the outskirts of Backlund.
"One last thing, regarding your salary," Archbishop Anthony noticed Angel still deep in thought and spoke again, drawing his attention. "The Goddess Troop's allowance isn't based on potion sequence, so it won't change after your promotion... However, the properties owned by Viscountess Sylvia Langdon, which were seized by the Church after the Great Smog, including the villa in the West End and several other properties, as well as the land and properties in East Chester County, will be handed over to her niece, Irene Watson, as she designated."
"These lands and properties are currently under public management, awaiting their owner's return to Backlund. If it's inconvenient for you to reappear in this capacity, the church can sell them for you at a discount. According to the latest valuation, it's approximately... 120,000 pounds."
Wait, aren’t these so-called properties left behind by that witch Severia who ran away to disgust me, her fake niece?
Angel's thoughts were a little confused, but under the temptation of money, he immediately grasped the key point:
Sylvia thought that I would either die in the smog or would not dare to publicly accept this gift as "Eileen", but I am now a member of the Church of Evernight and do not need to worry about this at all. I can accept the 120,000 pounds of assets to prevent others from getting a bargain!
Thinking of this, she quickly put on a bright smile and asked:
"So, how do I take over this inheritance?"
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