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Klein, who has read many magazines, knows that there are more dance parties in the circle he wants to enter. He is not surprised by the advice of butler Walter. He nodded and said:

"it is good."

After that, he turned his head to the personal maid Richardson:

"Prepare the carriage, I am going to the church of St. Saul."

Klein remembered very clearly that his main purpose was to play the role of the goddess of the night goddess, to contact the corresponding clergy, and to find the opportunity to enter the Chanis Gate, so, if you are free to go to church to pray, show sincerity, mix Cooked.

"Yes, sir." Richardson replied respectfully.

Not long after, Klein, wearing a jacket and a top hat, boarded the rented luxury four-wheeled carriage, while enjoying the scenery along the way, while enjoying the black tea with lemon slices.

In fact, there is a small bar in the compartment, which contains the distilled wines such as Jinlangqi, Dongdong Heland, and various red and white wines from Intis.

However, Klein doesn't like drinking very much. As an extraordinary person, he doesn't like the feeling of drunkenness. It is easy for him to think of losing control. Therefore, it is an excuse to go to church and not drink alcohol. He told the personal maid Richard. Desen prepared a pot of Marquis black tea in advance.

"If you can, I actually want a sweet iced tea, this is the taste of the South." Klein half-jokingly told Richardson.

"I will prepare for the next time." Richardson responded immediately.

Klein smiled and shook his head:

"No, no, it's not decent.

"When I am familiar with the neighbors here, I will hold a banquet with Desi characteristics, and then prepare sweet ice tea, huh, I think their children should like it."

Richardson saw that he understood the meaning of the wrong employer, and he was very nervous and said:

"I will remember."

From 160 Burke Lund Street to St. Seychelles Church on Pesfer Street, it takes only about 20 minutes to walk. If it is not for a decent and has rented a horse-drawn carriage to hire a driver, Klein prefers to go over and digest food. ,Physical fitness.

Soon, the carriage stopped at the edge of the square outside the church. Kline walked down with a gold cane and stopped to watch the dance of the white pigeons.

Entering the church, he came to the Great Prayer Hall. He handed the hat and cane to Richardson. He found a place near the aisle, sat down, buried his head, and clasped his hands, and began to pray carefully and quietly.

Richardson sat down to his side, put a variety of items, and glanced at the dark sacred emblem on the altar, and closed his eyes.

In a calm and peaceful atmosphere, Klein felt that his spirituality had a slight divergence, which is not surprising, because the believers who pray in the church will have similar experiences - a small amount of spirituality with a good faith. The gathering of droplets provides power for the underground seal of the Chanis Gate.

I don't know how long it took, his inspiration suddenly touched, and he quietly opened his eyes and looked invisibly to the front.

There stood an old man wearing a black robe of clergy, his hair was sparse, his color was like a frost, his face was pale as a dead man.

Looking from afar, he was cold and cold, with a lack of expression, and had a certain degree of blending with the dimly lit environment in the Great Prayer Hall.

The internal caretaker... Klein just glanced at it, made a judgment, reopened his eyes and prayed. Of course, he had remembered the other's appearance:

Big nose, gray-blue eyes, sagging skin, no beard.

The old man dressed up by the clergyman also sat down and prayed to the goddess. In the entire prayer hall, there were only a few holes above the front wall, shining into pure light, like the stars, letting the darkness The environment appears soft and sacred.

Time passed by, and Klein's inspiration was touched again.

He carefully opened his eyes and saw the inner guard who wore the black robes left the seat and entered the side passage.

It should be the way to the back of the church... The internal caretakers live in the church? They have no relatives, no family, no one's own residence? From their state, this does not seem too surprising, and it is also a normal measure to guard the people inside the Chanis Gate and accept the supervision of the bishops... this means that I really have to be a bishop with the Church of St. Seychelles. The priests became friends, and they were given the opportunity to enter and leave the church freely... Klein didn't have much trouble, closed his eyes and thought about various problems.

After a long while, he slowly got up and walked to the altar, stood in front of the dedication box, took out 50 pounds of cash, and piously went in.

This made the bishops and pastors who were on duty today look over, their eyes became friendly, and they remembered his appearance.

After doing all this, Klein gently decapitated several clerics and turned to the exit along the aisle. Richardson took his hat and cane, followed by the back.

Out of the big prayer hall, he walked in a beautiful mural and penetrated the high-colored stained glass and walked toward the gate.

At this moment, there were several figures coming in. The first one was a middle-aged man with long hair and soft facial features. He wore a black trench coat, no gloves, and no cane.

The man's left rear is a young man who is also wearing a black trench coat. He is green and handsome, and his hairstyle is a bit random, like he hasn't carefully combed after getting up in the morning.

His appearance, his figure, Klein are all very familiar, but there is another illusion that has not been seen for more than a decade:

Leonard Mitchell!

Klein shriveled, and there was no pause at the bottom of his feet. He kept the previous steps and strides and greeted the "nights" who wore black trench coats.

Yes, Klein confirmed that they are "nights!"

At the time of the encounter, he casually swept Leonard and others and then crossed them and walked to the door.

The gate is wide open, the outer layer is thin, the sun is pure, and the white pigeons are flying.

Leonard Mitchell also looked at the passing believers with nothing to look back, regaining his gaze and sighing:

"I hope that I can stay in Beckland for a few more days and have a good rest. This case is not only dangerous, but also must be tight at all times."

Their "red gloves" just broke a sacred demon event and caught two of them.

This surface seems to be easy, the actual is not simple, they experienced a lot of setbacks and counterattacks to complete the task, each team member is not only tired, but also tired.

Captain Soest shook his head and smiled:

"This is the life of our 'red gloves'. When you choose to join, you should know that.

"But congratulations, this time you can be promoted to the ‘Soulian.’”

Leonard Mitchell grinned:

"It's slower than I thought. And, Captain Soest, you finally can finally go to the sequence 5."

"This is not a question for the church. If I can bear it well, I can become a 'smart witch' five years ago." Soest puts a smile and walks toward the big prayer hall. "Go and pray to the goddess. This can Effectively eliminate your psychological stress and restore your mental state."

During the talk, this group of "red gloves" entered the dark and quiet hall, each looking for a place to sit down.

Leonard was about to concentrate on his prayers, and suddenly he heard a little old voice in his mind:

"The man just had a problem."

"Who?" Leonard buried his head and asked with a voice.

The slightly old voice replied:

"One of the few people you met at the door, I live in you, and my strength has not recovered. I can't see it too clearly."

Leonard recalled and whispered:

"what is the problem?"

"He has an old breath on his body." Leonard’s voice was simple.

“A great person who has lived for a long time?” Leonard muttered. “I will try to check it out.”

At the same time, he thought in his heart:

The old man must have concealed some situations. He rarely voluntarily reminds me who has problems, but he is ambiguous. When he finds the target and confirms that there is no harm temporarily, he will leave it alone, so as not to be involved in the fourth. In the battle of undead monsters... If that person really brings disaster, report directly to the Archbishop...

............

Jowood area, inside a house.

"This is the money you borrowed before." Fols handed over 220 pounds to Hugh.

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

Hugh Dilcha grabbed his own messy blond hair, looked at the money, looked up and looked at Foers, and asked:

"Do you really participate in illegal gambling?

"I must tell you that this kind of gambling is definitely a trap and a trap, so that you can win only to make you lose more! Although you are a master of tricks, have the opportunity to deceive them, but similar gambling is likely to hide other Extraordinary!"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Fols pressed his hands and said with a good gas, "I look like the kind of person who will participate in illegal gambling?"

“Like!” Hugh replied without hesitation. “If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t even smoke, you still want to smoke marijuana!”

That's because the pain caused by the full moon slang has made me seek paralysis. It won't be like this now... Forsy did not argue with Hugh and explained directly:

“I sold my occult knowledge in a meeting of extraordinary people. Oh, that person is very generous and bids for a few hundred pounds.”

"This way..." Hugh’s moment left the question just now, and said, “There has recently been a new extraordinary gathering in the Eastern District, and I was invited.”

"A new extraordinary party?" Fols first was a glimpse, and there was some expectation.

According to some words from her teacher, Dorian Gray and Mr. Fool, she knows that Louis Wien is the ambassador of the Aurora. This time, Beckland, it is likely to replace Mr. A, who had disappeared before, to rebuild this seat. The aurora in the metropolis will be powerful, so he has the potential to disguise himself and get a new extraordinary person to come out.

Foer thought for a moment, like an unintentional way to rest:

"Do you want to participate?"

"Of course, I have to prepare the potion formula of the 'interrogator'." Hugh replied decisively.

Fols nodded and yawned:

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

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