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North District, St. Samuel's Church.

As soon as Klein entered the large prayer hall, he took advantage of the light shining through the wall behind the altar to naturally look around, taking in all the believers praying inside.

With just one glance, Klein quickly locked onto his target and walked forward along the aisle without any abnormality.

Sitting in the first row was an old man wearing a black clergy robe, with a cold aura, pale face, and dry yellow hair. He had his eyes closed and was praying intently. He was one of the internal guards that Klein had sensed before.

He was usually on duty on Fridays... Klein didn't really get close. He moved two rows of seats away, found a seat and sat down, then handed his hat and cane to Richardson, his personal valet.

Then, as he sat down, he quickly pinched the joint of his index finger twice with his left thumb, silently activating the "Spirit Line" vision.

Suddenly, a bunch of illusory black threads appeared in front of Klein's eyes. They densely emerged from the bodies of different creatures and spread in clusters towards the infinite distance.

As soon as he sat firmly, Klein shifted his gaze and focused on the guard inside.

He almost cried out when he saw this, but thanks to the "clown's" self-control ability and his ability to anticipate abnormal situations, he was able to easily maintain his composure.

In his field of vision, although the old man with dry yellow hair also had "spiritual lines" extending out, the inside of his body was dark, swallowing up the origins of those illusory thin lines, completely different from a normal extraordinary person!

As expected, they have been eroded by the power of the seal core and have undergone changes at the soul level... From this point of view, the problem is closer to the second guess I made last time. To some extent, they have become part of the seal core. Once there are signs of loss of control, it will immediately arouse the instinctive reaction of the item and force it to calm down... No wonder the internal guards must volunteer, and they are already in their old age. They should have a full understanding of the consequences... Klein sighed inexplicably and prepared to close his perception of the "Spirit Line" and retract his gaze.

At this moment, he saw a pair of eyes, their color was as black as ink, without any emotion in them.

Next to the eyes, fine and deep wrinkles extend little by little, like twisted and strange mysterious symbols.

These are the eyes of the inner watcher!

He straightened up without knowing when, turned his head, and looked at Dwayne Dantès with indifference!

Klein's scalp instantly went numb. He forced a smile and nodded to the other person, as if this was just normal eye contact.

The internal guard moved his head slowly and actually responded.

Then, Klein felt his surroundings suddenly withdrawn, becoming blurry at first, and then becoming clear.

At this moment, he knew that he had passively entered the dream.

So, while maintaining the image of Dwayne Dantès, he instinctively looked around and found that he was still in the Church of Saint Samuel, but all the seats were broken or overturned and scattered everywhere, as if it had been attacked.

The altar in front was covered with cracks, overgrown with weeds, and covered with dust, and it seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

The yellow-haired inner guard stood beside the collapsed offering box, staring coldly at Dwayne Dantès, who was wearing a black suit.

Seeing Klein looking back at him, his mouth opened a little, revealing his sharp, pale, and not-at-all-aligned teeth.

And on these teeth, there are blurred, vague, tiny figures embedded. They have complete facial features and limbs. Their expressions are different but they carry similar pain. They seem to be imprisoned here and unable to be freed.

"He..." The internal guard made a low growl-like sound from his throat and bent his back forward.

His ribs and waist were bulging with clothes, and four skinless arms covered with blood vessels appeared.

Then they grew fine black hair, and sharp nails popped out from the tips of their fingers.

In just two or three seconds, the relatively normal internal guard had turned into a monster with eight "legs" lying on the ground. It looked like a spider silently weaving a web in the dark waiting for its prey, or a deformed black wolf, bringing strong fear to people.

At the same time, from the broken and abandoned altar, two huge hands covered with black hair stretched out without warning and pressed on the edge. Slippery tentacles that looked like condensed black air spread in all directions, instantly filling the entire prayer hall.

The trembling breath, extreme sense of fear and the huge unreal blurry figure penetrated the invisible barrier and emerged little by little.

Out of control? The internal guard out of control? Klein stood there, subconsciously trying to react and use his own special abilities to force himself out of the dream. But in an instant, he thought of what happened before, his face changed, and he showed a fearful expression. He ran towards the door trembling, as if he was struggling in a nightmare.

Just a breath later, a tide of cold and silent darkness poured in from the outside world, completely submerging the dream and calming everything.

Klein suddenly opened his eyes and found that he had fallen asleep without knowing when. The yellow-haired internal guard had already turned his head away and continued to pray with his eyes closed.

Dwayne Dantès turned his eyes slightly and looked around in fear, as if he was still immersed in the dream and had not completely gotten rid of the fear.

After several dozen seconds, he took two deep breaths, looked back at the holy emblem, and drew a crimson moon on his chest.

Only then did Klein have time to think back on his experience and speculate on what had happened.

Because I spied on his "spiritual thread", he showed signs of losing control and reacted excessively, forcibly pulling me into his dream and trying to deal with it accordingly?

After that, the seal core behind the Chanis Gate should have sensed something unusual and resolved the issue...

The key now is whether this internal watcher still remembers the source of his near-mutation... If he's already used to it, given his current state, he should be very vague about how the problem occurred... Of course, it may not be my problem, maybe he himself is close to losing control... Klein looked at the old man with dry yellow hair in front of him again, observing what he would do next to determine how he should respond.

If that doesn't work, just use Creeping Hunger and activate Travel to escape... Klein made a quick decision and patiently waited for possible changes.

A few minutes later, he saw Bishop Elektra come in through the side door and walk towards him.

Klein's heart tightened, and he spread out the five fingers of his left hand, ready to activate "Creeping Hunger".

At this moment, he suddenly had an idea and gave up the action.

If the internal guards have used dreams to tell the bishops about my problem, then what awaits me now is a joint attack from many extraordinary people in the church. After all, being pulled into a dream can avoid accidental harm to other believers, so they don’t have to find a bishop who is familiar with me... This should be more of a consolation and comfort... Klein retracted his gaze and continued to pose in prayer.

Less than a minute later, he finally felt someone approaching. He looked to the side and saw Bishop Elektra speaking softly:

"You don't look too well?"

“I don’t know how I fell asleep just now. I had a nightmare and I’m still scared.” Klein said with a self-deprecating smile.

Bishop Elektra sat down next to him and said calmly:

“Dreams are sometimes a manifestation of inner fears.

“As long as you pray sincerely to the goddess and drink holy water, you will be able to recover.

"Of course, the most important thing is not to suppress yourself too much. You should know how to confess to the goddess. Sometimes, a secret cry can relieve a lot of pressure for you."

Klein secretly observed the other party's attitude and read his tone. He breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"I see."

He turned his gaze forward again, lowered his head, clasped his hands, and began to pray quietly.

During this process, he saw the internal guard in front of him stand up on his own and walk towards the side door where a bishop was waiting.

Huh... Klein sighed silently and truly blended into the peaceful environment around him.

Suddenly, a voice emerged in his heart, a voice that belonged to him but was not under his control:

"You thought you were being secretive?

"No! Not at all! Have you forgotten that you have touched the holy object of the Goddess of Night?"

PS: I was attending a meeting and didn't have any drafts saved, so I secretly typed some on my phone. The number of words is a bit small, so I'll update it first and revise it later.