Klein, who had read many magazines, knew that the circle he wanted to enter would often have balls. He was not surprised by the butler Walter's suggestion and nodded.

"good."

After saying this, he turned his head to Richardson, his personal servant, and said:

"Get the carriage ready. I am going to St. Samuel's."

Klein remembered clearly that his main purpose was to play the role of a devout believer of the Goddess of Night, get in touch with the corresponding clergy, and thus find an opportunity to infiltrate the Chanis Sect. Therefore, he planned to go to the church to pray when he had time to show his sincerity and make himself familiar.

"Yes, sir," Richardson replied respectfully.

Not long after, Klein, who had put on his coat and hat, boarded the rented luxury four-wheeled carriage. He admired the scenery along the way while sipping black tea with lemon slices.

In fact, there is a small bar in the carriage, which is filled with distilled liquors such as Golden Langqi and Winter Blackland prepared by the butler Walter, as well as various red and white wines from Intis.

However, Klein didn't like drinking very much. As a Beyonder, he didn't like the feeling of being drunk, which easily reminded him of being out of control. So, he used the excuse that he couldn't drink in the church and asked his personal butler Richardson to prepare a pot of Marquis black tea in advance.

"If possible, I'd actually prefer a cup of sweet iced tea, which is the taste of the South," Klein half-jokingly said to Richardson.

"I'll prepare it next time," Richardson responded immediately.

Klein smiled and shook his head:

“No, no, that’s not decent enough.

"Once I get to know the neighbors here, I will hold a banquet with Dixie characteristics. I will prepare sweet iced tea at that time. Haha, I think their children will like it very much."

Richardson realized that he had misunderstood his employer's meaning, and hurriedly spoke nervously:

"I'll keep that in mind."

It only takes about twenty minutes to walk from 160 Böklund Street to St. Samuel Church on Pestfield Street. If it weren't for the sake of respectability and the fact that he had already rented a carriage and hired a driver, Klein would have preferred to walk there to digest the food and strengthen his body.

Soon, the carriage stopped at the edge of the square outside the church. Klein walked down with his gold-inlaid cane and stopped to watch the dance of the white doves.

Entering the church and coming to the large prayer hall, he handed his hat and cane to Richardson, found a seat near the aisle, sat down, lowered his head, clasped his hands, and began to pray earnestly and quietly.

Richardson sat behind him, put away various items, glanced at the dark holy emblem on the altar, and closed his eyes.

In the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere, Klein felt that his spirituality was slightly dispersing. He was not surprised by this because all the believers who prayed in the church would have similar experiences. The small amount of spirituality with devout faith gathered bit by bit to provide power for the seal of the Chanis Gate underground.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt inspired. He quietly opened his eyes and looked diagonally forward stealthily.

There stood an old man in a black clergyman's robe, with sparse, frosty hair and a face as pale as death.

From a distance, his cold aura and lack of expression somewhat blended in with the dim environment of the large prayer hall.

The internal guard... Klein only took a glance and made a judgment. He closed his eyes and prayed again. Of course, he had memorized the other party's appearance:

Big nose, gray-blue eyes, loose facial skin and no beard.

The old man dressed as a clergyman also sat down at this time, praying to the goddess with all his heart. In the whole prayer hall, there were only a few holes above the front wall, which shone with pure light, like bright stars, making the dark environment look soft and sacred.

As time passed, Klein's inspiration was triggered again.

He opened his eyes carefully and saw the inner guard in a black robe leave his seat and enter the side passage.

That should be the way to the back of the church... Do the internal guards live inside the church? They have no relatives, no family, and no homes of their own? Judging from their condition, this doesn't seem too surprising. Moreover, it is normal for the people guarding the interior of Chanis Gate to be supervised by the bishops... This means that I really have to become friends with the bishops and priests of St. Samuel's Church to gain the opportunity to freely enter and exit the back of the church... Klein didn't look at it any more. He closed his eyes and thought about various problems.

After a long while, he slowly stood up, walked to the altar, stood in front of the offering box, took out 50 pounds in cash and put it in devoutly.

This made the bishop and priest on duty today look over at him, their eyes became friendly, and they remembered his appearance.

After completing all this, Klein nodded slightly to several clergymen, turned around and walked along the aisle to the exit. Richardson followed closely behind with his hat and cane.

After leaving the large prayer hall, he walked towards the gate, amidst the exquisite murals and the light shining through the stained glass high up.

Just then, several figures came in. The leader was a middle-aged man with long hair on the temples and soft facial features. He was wearing a black windbreaker, no gloves, and no cane.

Behind and to the left of this man is a young man who is also wearing a black windbreaker. He has black hair and green eyes and looks handsome, but his hairstyle seems a little casual, as if he had not combed it carefully after getting up in the morning.

Klein was extremely familiar with his appearance and figure, but he also had the illusion that he hadn't seen him for several years or even decades.

Leonard Mitchell!

Klein's eyes narrowed, but his feet did not pause at all. He maintained his previous pace and stride as he walked towards the "Nighthawks" in black windbreakers.

Yes, Crane confirmed that they are "Nighthawks"!

When they met, he casually glanced at Leonard and the others, then walked past them and headed towards the gate.

The door was open, the clouds outside were sparse, the sunshine was pure, and white doves were flying.

Leonard Mitchell also looked at the believers passing by idly, then looked away and sighed:

"I hope I can stay in Backlund for a few more days and have a good rest. This case is not only dangerous and exciting, but also requires us to stay alert at all times."

Their group, the "Red Gloves", had just uncovered a case of demons in human skins and captured two of the targets.

This may seem easy on the surface, but it is actually not simple at all. They experienced many setbacks and counterattacks before completing the task with great difficulty. Every team member was not only physically tired but also mentally exhausted.

Captain Soest shook his head and laughed:

"This is the life of us Red Gloves, and you should have known it was going to be like this when you chose to join.

"However, congratulations on being promoted to Requiem Master this time."

Leonard Mitchell curled his lips and smiled:

"This is slower than I expected. Also, Captain Soest, you have finally reached Sequence 5."

"This is not the church's problem. If I could bear it well, I could have become a 'spiritual witch' five years ago." Sost put away his smile and walked towards the large prayer hall. "Go and pray to the goddess. This can effectively eliminate your psychological pressure and restore your mental state."

As they were talking, this group of "red gloves" entered the dim and quiet hall and each found a seat to sit down.

Leonard was about to concentrate on praying when he suddenly heard a slightly old voice in his mind:

"There was something wrong with that guy just now."

"Who?" Leonard lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

The slightly old voice replied:

"One of the people you met at the door. I am living in your body and my strength has not recovered yet, so I can't see too clearly."

Leonard recalled and asked in a low voice:

"What's the problem?"

"He has an ancient aura about him," the voice in Leonard's mind said simply.

"A Beyonder who lived a long time?" Leonard muttered, "I'll try to find out."

At the same time, he thought to himself:

The old man must be hiding something. He rarely reminds me who has problems, but he is vague about it... Once we find the target and confirm that there is no harm for the time being, we will leave it alone to avoid being involved in the fight between the undead monsters in the Fourth Epoch... If that person really brings disaster, we will report it directly to the archbishop...

…………

Inside a house in Cherwood District.

"This is the money I lent you before." Fors handed the 220 pounds owed to Xio.

She has received £100 from Mr. Moon and £500 from Ms. Hermit.

Xio Deercha scratched his messy blond hair, looked at the money, then looked up at Fors and asked:

“Are you really involved in illegal gambling?

“I must tell you that this kind of gambling is definitely a trap. It lets you win money only to make you lose more! Although you are a master of magic and have a chance to deceive them, similar gambling games may very well hide other Beyonders!”

“Stop, stop, stop!” Fors put down her hands and said angrily and amusedly, “Do I look like someone who would participate in illegal gambling?”

"Like!" Hugh answered without hesitation, "If I hadn't stopped you, you wouldn't even smoke cigarettes, you'd want to smoke marijuana!"

That was because the pain brought by the full moon's whispers made me seek numbness. Now it won't be like that anymore... Fors didn't argue with Xio and explained directly:

"I sold my occult knowledge at a gathering of extraordinary people. Haha, the person was very generous and offered a few hundred pounds."

"I see..." Xio immediately put the previous question behind him and said, "A new Beyonder gathering has recently appeared in the East District, and I've been invited."

"A new gathering of Beyonders?" Fors was stunned at first, then he began to look forward to it.

Based on some words from her teacher Dorian Gray and Mr. Fool, she knew that Louis Wayne was the messenger of the Aurora Society. He came to Backlund this time, most likely to replace the missing Mr. A and rebuild the power of the Aurora Society in this metropolis. Therefore, it was very likely that he disguised himself and organized a new Beyonder gathering.

For thought for a moment, then said to Hugh casually:

"Will you join us?"

"Of course, I have to prepare the potion formula for 'Interrogator'." Xio answered decisively.

Fors nodded, covered her mouth and yawned:

"When you are qualified to invite new members, remember to bring me along."

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