Although there were not many worshippers in the Storm Church at night, Klein chose to appear in the corridor leading to the garden in order to avoid conflict.

"It's amazing..." Pasha muttered to herself as she looked at the frozen scene around her.

Roy forced himself to suppress his inner feelings, glanced left and right and said:

"If the Patriarch came to the church to avoid the curfew, he would probably be in a similar place."

"If it weren't for the fear of accumulating charges, an angel would have many ways to hide from ordinary people." Klein said casually, "I will send you to another church later. Try to stay in a place with glass windows and mirrors. Once you find an outsider who looks like a Feysac, find an opportunity to draw a symbol..."

Before he finished speaking, his head suddenly turned and looked towards the door leading to the garden from the large prayer hall.

A figure over 2.6 meters tall walked out slowly. He was wearing a black robe with white edges, and his muscles made the loose clothes bulge.

This is an old man with gray stubble and a square hat. He has light blue eyes and few wrinkles, and he has a temperament that looks down on everything.

The Archbishop of the Church of the God of War, Larion... Klein's spiritual intuition told him that the person in front of him was an angel, and that he had come to the church for this purpose, without any need to identify him.

Larion glanced at him and said with a little surprise:

"Not Arianna..."

He immediately restrained the expression on his face and said indifferently:

“It seems to be His helper.

"You can tell Him that I have reached an agreement with '0-02', which has been revitalized to a certain extent, to give up the seal on it in exchange for permission to leave. You will stay here and endure the changes in the rules and increasingly strict laws until you die completely..."

The Patriarch didn't seem to worry at all that Klein would stop him, because as He spoke, his body aged rapidly. His skin was soon covered with wrinkles, age spots appeared, and rotten liquid flowed out.

In just a few blinks of an eye, Larion aged to the point where he seemed about to disappear from the face of the earth.

Then, He really turned into completely rotten flesh and evaporated completely.

This shocking scene made Byers and others feel genuinely terrified, as if they were about to go insane and their emotions were about to collapse.

This is as thrilling and terrifying as when countless small bugs crawled out of the wound on the wrist of the "magician" and formed a new palm!

"A strange ability related to 'Dusk'?" Klein had no intention of stopping Larion. He just nodded as if he was thinking.

In the spirit world corresponding to Beldan, Larion's figure was outlined and returned to normal.

Then, He penetrated the invisible barriers as if He could drive spiritual creatures and escaped from the many restrictions of Beldan City.

But just as Larion began to "travel", his eyes suddenly darkened and he saw a piece of dark and seamless "cloth".

This was like a wall, blocking Larion's progress!

Larion cautiously stopped shuttling and looked up at the infinite height where the seven pure lights were, but he could only see an illusory "curtain" hanging down from there, covering the part of the spiritual world corresponding to Beldam, isolating it from an independent world.

At the same time, Larion's intuition as a "demon hunter" told him that the barrier formed by the "curtain" was very solid and difficult to break through, and it would take a lot of time and effort to do it.

To the Patriarch, what was happening now seemed strangely funny, and he could not help but feel angry:

It was like He had finally found the key to the secret room after going through untold hardships. When He had the chance to open the door and leave before others, He was shocked to find that there was an extra lock on the door of the secret room, a very sturdy lock!

It lacks a bit of reality, it is an image from the pores of history... This is a crime of fraud! No, it is outside the city of Beldan, out of the jurisdiction of the rules... This historical projection should have existed here a long time ago. If it does not exceed two minutes, it will not be able to maintain and will dissipate on its own... Larion quickly regained his composure, allowing the anchor and the crazy tendency to form a balance again.

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In the corridor of the Storm Church, Roy and the others, who had finally calmed down, turned to look at the "magician" gentleman whose status was not much lower than that of an angel.

Pasha hesitated for a moment and said fearfully:

"He, He seems to have escaped."

In this way, it would be impossible to obtain information about the location of "0-02". If we really had to rely on a carpet search, we would definitely not have enough time.

Moreover, no one present had any idea what the horrifying sealed object looked like, and the description in a book was too general.

"We can only think of other ways." Klein responded with a smile on his face. "What suggestions do you have?"

He was just waiting for Larion to return and negotiate with him, but he found that the patriarch would rather wait in the spiritual world for the disappearance of the "curtain" historical projection. Although he himself could enter that spiritual world, he could not break through the strange barrier produced by the "0-02" replacement rule.

While talking, Klein was seriously thinking of other ways, while letting a small number of "Spirit Worms" control his body and talking to the Beyonder next to him, trying to find inspiration from their discussion.

"We should take the initiative to create 'contradictions' like the one that happened to Byers and put ourselves in a relatively safe state. Only in this way can we start the search." Phil brought up the idea that had come to his mind before.

Pasha shook her head.

"But if we use this 'contradiction' to do something, '0-02' will definitely add new rules to solve the corresponding problem."

"But at least this can buy us more time," Phil emphasized.

"That can indeed be done." Roy agreed, and added, "But our focus should be on finding '0-02'. Perhaps we can create some 'contradictions' that will allow it to reveal its location?"

As for what kind of "contradiction" can achieve such an effect and how to create it, he currently has no idea.

A contradictory situation...add new rules to solve it...Klein smiled and listened quietly. Thoughts in his mind collided fiercely one after another, sparks bursting out.

At this moment, the surface of the "magic mirror" in his hand began to gleam with water, and silver words emerged one after another:

"Pasha, do you want to know what the new additions to the notice board are?"

This mirror asked me directly... Why did it ask me directly? Pasha was stunned for a moment, then nodded and replied:

"think."

The water in the silver mirror rippled, quickly restoring the current state of the notice board.

Apparently, there are two new rules:

"… all cathedrals will close early in accordance with the curfew…"

"...all hotels will only accept guests with registered ID..."

Phil panicked:

"…Where are we going now?"

He could no longer think of how he, Roy and Pasha could escape punishment.

Roy and Pasha looked at each other, and various ideas emerged in their minds, but none of them worked.

At this time, Klein, who had been silent before, smiled and looked at Byers:

"Where is your home in Beldan?"

"In a rental house at 18 Red Maple Street. However, the apartment building collapsed in the artillery attack." Byers replied with a little confusion.

Klein smiled and said:

"You can make me a wish to restore your home to its original state."

"...Is this possible?" Although the magical "magician" opposite healed Phil's broken hand with unbelievable ability, Byers still felt that it would be more difficult to restore the collapsed house to its original state than that. After all, the military doctor Weber mentioned by Roy could also do it.

“Of course.” Klein reminded with a smile, “Hurry up.”

At this time, the worshippers in the church were leaving one after another.

Biles did not dare to delay any longer and immediately said:

“I want my home back to how it was.”

“Okay.” Klein raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. “Your wish has come true.”

Huh? While Roy and the others were stunned, Klein activated the "teleport" again and brought them to No. 18 Red Maple Street, stopping outside a two-bedroom apartment.

Byers looked blankly at the familiar wooden door in front of him, then subconsciously stretched out his right hand and pushed it open.

The cupboards, coal stove, bunk beds, greasy wooden tables, and cluttered old newspapers all came into Byers' sight, making his eyes moist in an instant.

Before the war broke out, when he returned here from the mine, he always saw his mother busy at the coal stove, his father and brother either taking the time to do some repairs, or helping to deal with the rotten parts of fruits and vegetables, taking on certain work that could be taken home, and his young niece, under the guidance of her mother who made matchboxes, learning the shapes of words from waste newspapers.

Although such a life was difficult and without any ability to resist risks, it was still a very fond memory for Byers. It was much better than the dim mine tunnels, heavy ore and the whip of the supervisor.

But now, even this tiny bit of beauty has been completely destroyed.

"Won't you invite us in?" Phil stood at the door, not daring to break into the house.

Byers came back to his senses and said hurriedly:

"Come in, come in."

After entering this uninhabited house, Klein pulled out a chair that could break at any time and sat down, falling into silence.

Roy, Pasha and others did not dare to disturb this gentleman and waited quietly by the side.

After twenty or thirty seconds, Klein suddenly looked around and said with a smile:

"I have an idea that needs to be verified. Who of you will cooperate with me?"

"Me," Roy responded without hesitation.

Klein said with a smile:

"Don't answer the questions truthfully. I'm looking for loopholes in the rules issued by 0-02."

Roy nodded and said:

"no problem."

Klein immediately took out the "magic mirror" and said to Roy:

"You ask it a question."

Roy thought for a moment and said:

"Where can I find my next potion?"

A scene appeared on the surface of the silver mirror. It was the Patriarch Larion of the Church of the God of War wandering in the spiritual world and waiting!

...Roy's expression instantly became stiff, and then he heard the "magician" say:

"It's your turn to answer its question. Remember, don't tell the correct answer."

Roy quickly gathered his thoughts and looked at the mirror again. He saw that the scene in the mirror had turned into Mr. Magician himself, with a few more lines of words written in blood:

"Who did you give your first time to?"

Roy instantly recalled the past, his face flushed red, and then he answered according to Mr. Magician's instructions:

“I don’t know.”

"Lie!" The blood-red words on the surface of the silver mirror instantly condensed into a word that made people feel horrified.

Bang!

A not-so-strong lightning bolt appeared out of nowhere and struck Roy.

Roy twitched and screamed, his body was mostly burnt and his hair stood on end, but his life was not in real danger.

Byers, Pasha and Phil were all shocked and didn't know what was going on.

At this time, Klein looked around, the corners of his mouth curled up a little bit and said:

“You see, the mirror was not punished for intentionally causing injury.

“There’s real opportunity there.”