Early morning at 160 Böklund Street.

After getting up and washing up, Klein didn’t rush to open the door and go out. Instead, he took four steps backwards and entered the gray fog.

He immediately manifested the “world” Gehrman Sparrow and asked the dummy to pray devoutly:

"Great Mr. Fool, please tell Danitz two words:

“I need him to provide information about West Balam, preferably with some additional connections.

"Also, tell him to be careful of the people from the Church of Darkness."

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On the Golden Dream, Danitz, who saw the sun earlier than Backlund, was holding a glass of malt beer and sitting in the shadows, avoiding the harsh light.

In another quarter of an hour, classes will start again. The captain said that a qualified treasure hunter must have sufficient knowledge of mathematics... Oh, this is really a headache, but I am looking forward to it. Shit! Danitz put one hand on his knee and gulped down a sip of beer.

At this moment, a gray fog filled his eyes, and a blurry figure appeared, looking down at everything. The voice of Gehrman Sparrow echoed in his ears.

Information about West Balam? Although we went there to look for lost ancient treasures and met a few natives of the tribe, that’s all. I can’t say more... It’s really troublesome. I have to run around again. Why does Gehrman Sparrow have so many things to do! Danitz complained silently, and then looked around vigilantly, afraid that the madman would suddenly jump out.

He took a deep breath and thought about how he had to work hard to become stronger so that he would not be completely unable to help the captain when he was in danger and could only hide shamefully behind him. Danitz slapped his face a few times with the hand that was not holding the wine glass, and suddenly turned over and stood up.

He immediately left the shadows and found his companions, including Iron Sheet and Bucket, to ask who he should consult if he wanted to learn more about West Balam. He received almost unanimous answers:

"Captain Edwina Edwards, or Anderson Hood who attended the bonfire party on the ship before."

Would asking the captain directly arouse her suspicion and make her think that I have a secret and am secretly working for someone else? But, that Anderson guy has gone somewhere, shit! Danitz was in a dilemma for a moment and could not help but turn his thoughts away, thinking about Gehrman Sparrow's reminder:

"Be careful of the people from the Church of Night!"

Danitz was not stupid. He knew that something that was emphasized by a crazy adventurer would not be simple. In other words, he believed that he would most likely become the target of the Church of Evernight's arrest and be chased madly by the "Red Gloves"!

In addition to the Church of Night, the Church of Storm and the military are also targeting me. It is said that each of them has sent out a whole team... Danitz thought with a trembling heart.

He quickly revealed a mixed expression of confusion and bitterness, and whispered to himself:

“But I haven’t done anything…”

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After conveying the message of collecting data on West Balam to Admiral of the Stars Cattleya, Klein left the gray fog and returned to the real world. He had breakfast and attended tutoring classes as usual.

When he woke up in the afternoon, he changed into formal clothes with the help of his valet Richardson and got on the carriage that had been parked at the door.

"Go to St. Samuel's Cathedral." Klein half leaned against the wall and instructed the driver.

——Considering that he still retained the identity of Dwayne Dantès, he thought it would be best not to change his previous personality easily, so the frequency of his visits to Saint Samuel Church could not decrease, and the amount of donations could not decrease.

Moreover, this can effectively clear certain suspicions. After all, it is hard for anyone to imagine that the "criminal" who sneaked into the Chanis Gate before not only did not escape, but returned to the church in a swagger, as if nothing had happened... Thank you Emperor Roselle, thank you for not plagiarizing criminal psychology and pointing out that many high-IQ criminals like to return to the place where they committed the crime to admire their own masterpieces and the helpless performance of others... Klein muttered a few words in his heart, picked up the black tea prepared by Richardson, and took a sip.

After moistening his throat, he glanced at his personal valet and asked casually:

"What is your deepest impression of East Balam and West Balam?"

Richardson, who was sitting next to him, didn't ask the reason, but thought for a moment and said:

"East Balam is more stable, while West Balam is more chaotic."

After giving a brief answer, Richardson turned his head to look at his employer and found that Dwayne Dantes had half closed his eyes and looked as if asking him to continue.

Richardson scratched his ear and said carefully:

"Also, poverty, hunger, and whipping. Uh, the original people of East Balam and West Balam used to worship the God of Death. Later, because they believed in the Goddess, the Lord of Storms, the Eternal Sun and other righteous gods, they were treated preferentially and could gain status improvement and protection from the church, so there was a large-scale conversion.

"However, as more and more people converted, that special status soon disappeared, and many people at the bottom of society secretly worshipped the god of death.

"This is even more evident in the more chaotic West Balam. The descendants of the God of Death always receive a lot of support...

"These are all things my father occasionally mentioned when he was drunk."

Klein listened quietly without interrupting the valet's story or asking any further questions.

Soon, the carriage arrived outside of St. Samuel's Church. Klein first admired the flying of white doves in the square before entering the prayer hall. He took off his hat and handed it to his personal valet, Richardson, along with his cane.

He found a random seat and sat down, looking at the altar in the dim environment, looking at the dots of "starlight" and the dark holy emblem, and suddenly he felt uneasy, embarrassed and insecure.

- If his guess was correct, ever since he touched the holy sword and swore an oath with it, he should have been watched by the goddess. Every time he entered the church and pretended to pray, he felt like he was parading in the streets wearing the emperor's new clothes.

I don’t know what the goddess’ attitude is... and what the church’s position is... Well, let’s test it out first... Klein clasped his hands together, placed them in front of his mouth and nose, and seemed to be praying seriously.

After seven or eight minutes, he slowly stood up, walked to the donation box, took out a 50-pound note, and threw it in reverently.

After doing all this, Klein turned to the confessional on the side and pushed the door open.

Unlike the oldest confessionals which were large wooden boxes with two doors, modern confessionals are independent rooms with more space. The penitent and the listening bishop are separated by a partition made of wooden strips, and each has a seat.

Klein sat on the chair with the help of the faint light, and then heard the bishop behind the wooden baffle speak in a mellow voice:

"What do you want to say? The goddess looks after every one of her believers."

Klein then raised his right hand and tapped his chest four times clockwise.

“Praise the Goddess.

"I want to confess. A few days ago, someone from the military came to me and wanted to sell a batch of guns and artillery to West Balam to add some charcoal to the chaos there..."

After he finished speaking, the bishop behind the baffle did not respond for a moment. He seemed to be shocked by the arms smuggling and did not know how to organize his words for a moment.

There was an awkward silence in the confessional.

Are you scared? Have you never met a confessor as frank and direct as me? If I told you that I was planning to murder a demigod and was avoiding the gaze of the Mother Tree of Desire and the True Creator, wouldn't you jump? Klein muttered a few words in his mind and continued:

“When I was young I did enjoy a life of adventure, seeking fortune in iron, blood, and fire, but now I am tired of it and would rather have a peaceful future.

“I should have refused, but I couldn’t overcome my inner greed. This is a tempting enough deal, and it will help me gain a foothold in Backlund’s upper class.

"I confess that I ultimately chose noise and chaos."

The bishop behind the wooden baffle finally responded, saying in a soft voice:

“Don’t be afraid, don’t hesitate. There is no need to feel guilty about a certain degree of greed, as long as you don’t harm innocent people and don’t commit crimes recorded in the scriptures.

“Go ahead and follow your heart and make the choice you want most. Only in this way can you truly understand the teachings step by step and the true meaning of those words.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Remember this: at any time, sincerely admitting your mistakes and repenting are worthy of praise and forgiveness.

"May the goddess bless you."

“Praise the goddess!” Klein once again drew a crimson moon clockwise on his chest.

He came to St. Samuel's Church this time just to take the opportunity of confession to inform the church about his upcoming arms business, to see how they would react, and to get a glimpse of the goddess' attitude towards him.

Without saying anything more, Klein slowly stood up, left the confessional, and walked along the aisle toward his valet Richardson.

At this moment, he saw a lady sitting in the corner of the large prayer hall. She was wearing a black robe with a hood, blue eye shadow and blush, and had a kind of enchanting beauty. It was the former "psychic" Daly Simone.

Daly raised her head and noticed Dwayne Dantes. Her expression suddenly became a little dazed, as if she had fallen asleep and entered a dream while praying just now.

Klein nodded almost imperceptibly, politely saluted, then took the hat and cane handed to him by his valet Richardson and walked out of the prayer hall at a moderate pace.

Daly withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyes to the back of the chair in front of her, and slowly closed her eyes again.

After walking out of St. Samuel's Church, Klein stood at the edge of the stairs and paused for two seconds.

In the large square ahead, all the white pigeons suddenly flew up, blocking the view of the onlookers.

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Less than two quarters of an hour later, Leonard underground heard that Dwayne Dantes, who had been investigated before, was about to become a businessman who would cooperate with the authorities to smuggle arms to West Balam.

What exactly does he want to do? Leonard frowned again, completely unable to understand the undead monster's thoughts.

PS: Thank you to the loyal servant Wangcai for the reward to the Golden Alliance. It is really too expensive. When I come back from my trip and adjust for a few days, I will add another chapter to express my gratitude.