After waiting outside the large prayer hall for nearly ten minutes, Klein and other believers attending the moon mass entered under the guidance of the priest.

In the dim and quiet atmosphere, they were greeted by the neat and ethereal chanting:

"The crimson full moon rises, reflecting the earth,

"Everyone fell into a sweet dream, dreaming that they

"Dreaming of parents, wife and children means this is forever..." (Note 1)

As the holy and rhythmic sounds echoed, the believers in the large prayer hall calmed down involuntarily, as if they had forgotten the troubles in life and no longer worried about the various problems in the real world.

Led by several priests, they each found a seat and sat down. In front of the altar, Bishop Elektra, who was in charge of the high mass, held up "Apocalypse of the Night" and began to give a simple sermon.

When this session came to an end, the priests took water and bread and distributed them to Klein and others. This was the blessing of the night and food shared by the living and the dead.

Klein, who had not yet enjoyed his dinner, naturally did not waste the piece of mediocre bread and the water in the cup. He then saw candles on the altar light up one by one. Against the backdrop of darkness, they were like stars at night, emitting a reassuring light and warmth.

At this time, Bishop Elektra, along with all the priests and the entire choir, once again chanted in unison:

"We'll look up at the night sky,

"Speak her name tenderly: 'Goddess of the Night!'

"There is no other word except 'Goddess of Night',

"May the goddess be between the angels singing

"Pick them with sweet silence,

“And held in His gentle right hand.

"'Goddess!' If He hears, He will certainly agree,

"A pure smile will surely be shown to the dead:

"'Come, rest, sleep, my children!'" (Note 2)

The hollow voice with a sacred feeling penetrated into the ears of every believer, and seemed to resonate with all the spirits present. As a Sequence 5 Beyonder, Klein seemed to have his spiritual body cleansed at this moment, and his spirituality flowed out naturally and slowly.

Then, a quiet darkness seemed to appear before his eyes, a darkness without any sound.

In the darkness, corpses lay there, pale but peaceful, as if they were not dead but just sleeping.

Klein walked calmly in the darkness with a calm mind. Suddenly, he stopped and looked diagonally ahead.

There were several people sleeping in the place where the moon flowers were quietly blooming.

They were Dunn Smith, who was wearing a windbreaker without a hat, old Neil, who was still wearing a black classical robe, and Coenley, a short man who worked hard to save money.

They closed their eyes in a relaxed manner, with a faint smile on their lips. There were tombstones standing around them, each with the same words written on it:

"Guardian."

Klein closed his eyes immediately, and a holy and ethereal voice rang in his ears:

"Cross your arms,

"Put it on your chest,

"Pray that wordless prayer,

"And cry out within your heart:

“The only destination is peace!” (Note 3)

Klein lowered his head, closed his eyes, raised his hands, crossed them in front of his chest, and repeated silently:

“The only destination is peace!”

“The only destination is peace!”

…

Over and over again, until the prayer hall became extremely quiet, Klein opened his eyes and raised his hands to rub the corners of his eyes.

He exhaled slowly, and glanced around. With the help of the candlelight, he discovered that most of the believers had tears on their faces without realizing it. Even his personal valet Richardson let his tears continue to fall without wiping them away.

The Moon Mass is more like a ritual, a ritual involving extraordinary powers. Its function should be to resonate with everyone's soul, allowing different people to see their close deceased relatives in the darkness, release their grief, and gain peace... Well, this is not a change that only happens to extraordinary people. I can rest assured... For ordinary people, this is just a momentary illusion and a release of inner emotions. They will only think that the goddess is great and will not suspect the existence of supernatural powers... Sequence 5 of the 'Night' path seems to have greatly improved the control of the soul... Klein retracted his gaze and made a judgment in his heart.

Then he thought back to the darkness and the dead lying among the moon flowers.

Klein closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander:

"That dark plain with moonflowers, night-blooming herbs, and deep-sleeping flowers growing on it is some kind of manifestation of the goddess' kingdom?

"What does the source of danger at night in the God War Ruins correspond to?"

Klein's mind gradually sketched out the cold night sky he saw at the easternmost part of the Sonia Sea and the mist covering the sea surface under the night sky.

In the mist, there was a dark, ancient spire church with crows circling above it, as if paying tribute or mourning. Around the church were ordinary houses, simple wooden houses, a gray mill and shadowy figures.

Logically speaking, this foggy scene, which is closely related to the night and dreams, should be formed by the residual breath of the goddess or the destructive wolf Flegra, but it has nothing in common with the presentation of the corresponding kingdom of God... Well, mortals cannot spy on the gods. Perhaps the dark plain covered with flowers and grass just now was not a projection of the kingdom of God at all, but a product of the ceremony... Klein saw that the Moon Mass had come to an end, so he reached into the inner pocket of his clothes and took out his wallet.

Holding the wallet, he stood up and walked into the aisle, all the way to the altar, and under the kind and compassionate expression of Bishop Elektra, he walked diagonally to the offering box.

He tapped his chest four times clockwise to draw a crimson moon, then threw all the large-denomination bills into it.

A total of 300 pounds!

At this moment, Klein did not feel as painful and reluctant as he did in the previous times. He felt very calm because he remembered the ceremony of Old Neil returning the debt.

That time, with the blessing of the goddess, they picked up a wallet containing more than 300 pounds in cash.

He took a step back and drew the crimson moon again, giving his position to the donor behind him.

At this time, Bishop Elektra took the initiative to come over, pointed four times clockwise to draw a red moon, and said:

"May the goddess bless you."

“May the goddess know that what I want most right now is to listen to your teachings.” Klein responded with a smile.

Bishop Elektra looked at the exit on the side of the prayer hall and said:

"If you don't mind waiting a quarter of an hour, I can give you a lecture in the library."

“This is exactly what I want.” Klein smiled gently.

Bishop Elektra immediately had a priest lead Dwayne Dantes and his servant out of the prayer hall through a side passage and walked around to the library not far from the spiral staircase.

There were large bookshelves filled with various classics related to the Church of the Goddess of Night, and tables and chairs on both sides for priests and bishops to study and preach to believers.

Twelve minutes later, Bishop Elektra entered the library with a calming smile. She saw Dwayne Dantès, a man with gray hair and a refined demeanor, standing in front of a row of bookshelves, flipping through a book intently, looking very much like a scholar.

"What are you looking at?" he asked with a smile.

Klein closed the book and said with a self-deprecating smile:

"Apocalypse of Night.

"To be honest, although I believe in the goddess devoutly, I have been busy with my life for many years and have never been able to sit down and read this holy book seriously."

While he was speaking, he showed no signs of abnormality, but he was a little nervous inside, fearing that the goddess would directly strike him with lightning as a reward for her devout believer, Dwayne Dantès.

Well, lightning is not within the goddess's domain... Klein consoled himself in his heart.

Bishop Elektra smiled, took the "Apocalypse of Night" and said:

"It's not too late to start now."

He immediately invited Dwayne Dantès to sit down at a table and systematically explained to him the composition of "Apocalypse of the Night" and the key words in it.

Richardson, holding his employer's hat and cane, sat a little further away, waiting quietly while listening attentively to the bishop's sermon.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Klein, who seemed to be serious, was suddenly inspired, and the scene outside the door naturally emerged in his mind.

This was his intuitive premonition, which came from the "Joker", and was strengthened by the gray fog!

Outside the door, an old man in a black clergyman's robe passed by and walked towards the spiral staircase nearby.

His white hair was quite thick, but it was not combed and looked quite messy. His face was thin, as if his skin was directly covering his bones. His temperament was quite cold, his skin was extremely pale, and his eyes were a rare pure black.

The figure quickly disappeared at the door, followed by the sound of footsteps gradually getting louder not far away.

Internal Guardian! But it's not the one I met in the Great Prayer Hall before... Hmm, is it his turn today? Klein looked at Bishop Elektra intently, pretending to be thinking about the contents of the holy book.

He was not surprised that the Internal Guardian appeared inside the church at this time and passed by the library, because the power of the seal behind the Chanis Gate would reach its peak at night and would no longer be suitable for living creatures. Therefore, the Internal Guardians would enter at sunrise and leave at sunset, and it was just getting dark now.

Remember what day it is today and what day of the week it is... Then gradually add relevant information and figure out the rotation pattern of the internal guards. This way, you can play the right role at the right time... Klein collected his thoughts, listened carefully, and stood up to say goodbye after half an hour.

He smiled at Bishop Elektra and said:

"I wonder if I will have the honor of listening to your sermons again in the future?"

"No problem." Facing the rich man who had just donated 300 pounds, Bishop Elektra could not say no, and even nodded happily, "As long as you come to the church, as long as I have time."

Klein didn't dwell on the details to avoid arousing suspicion. He thanked him sincerely and left St. Samuel's Church with his valet Richardson.

He got home just before 8 o'clock, just in time to have dinner and spend the rest of the day at leisure.

…………

Late at night, in the master bedroom.

The sleeping Klein suddenly opened his eyes.

His spiritual intuition told him that someone had sneaked into his house!

Note 1: Adapted from Tennyson, The Lotus Eaters

Note 2: Adapted from I.B. Browning, The Cry of Children

Note 3: Adapted from Thomas Hood, The Bridge of Sighs and Tennyson, The Lotus Eaters