"If possible, I'd actually like a cup of sweet iced tea more, it's the taste of the south." Klein half-jokingly said to Richardson.

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

Klein smiled and shook his head: "No, no, it's not decent enough.

"When I get acquainted with the neighbors here, we will hold a Dixie-style banquet, and prepare sweet iced tea at that time, hehe, I think their children should like it very much."

Seeing that he had misunderstood the meaning of his employer, Richardson hurriedly said nervously, "I will remember."

It only takes about 20 minutes to walk from No. 160 Boklund Street to St. Samuel's Church on Paisfield Street. If it wasn't for the sake of decency and he had rented a carriage and hired a coachman, Klein would rather walk there and digest the food ,Physical fitness.

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

Entering the church and coming to the big prayer hall, he handed over his top hat and cane to Richardson, found a place near the aisle and sat down, lowered his head, clasped his hands, and began to pray seriously and quietly.

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

In the peaceful and quiet atmosphere, Klein felt that his spirituality had slightly diverged, and he was not surprised by this, because believers who prayed in the church would have similar experiences�a small amount of spirituality with pious beliefs. The drops converged, providing power for the seal of Chanis Gate underground.

After an unknown amount of time, he had a sudden inspiration, quietly opened his eyes, and secretly looked obliquely ahead.

There stood an old man in the black robe of a clergyman, with thinning, frost-coloured hair, and a face as pale as a dead man.

Looking from a distance, his breath is cold and his expression is lacking, blending to some extent with the dim environment in the large prayer hall.

The internal watchman... Klein just glanced at it before making a judgment, closing his eyes and praying again. Of course, he had already remembered the other person's features:

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

The old man dressed as a clergyman also sat down at this time, praying to the goddess wholeheartedly. In the entire prayer hall, there are only a few holes on the top of the wall in front, shining pure light, like bright stars, letting the dark The environment appears soft and sacred.

As time passed by, Klein's inspiration was touched again.

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

It should lead to the back of the church... Do all the guards inside live in the church? They have no relatives, no family, no home of their own? Judging from their status,

This does not seem to be too unexpected, and it is a normal measure for the people guarding the inside of Chanis Gate to accept the supervision of the bishops... This means that I really have to become friends with the bishops and priests of St. Samuel Church, and get The opportunity to freely enter and exit the back of the church... Klein didn't look too much, closed his eyes, and thought about various issues.

After a while, he got up slowly, walked towards the altar, stood in front of the offering box, took out 50 pounds in cash, and threw it in piously.

This made the bishop and pastor who were on duty today looked over, their eyes became friendly, and they remembered his appearance.

After finishing all this, Klein nodded slightly to several priests, turned around and walked towards the exit along the aisle, followed by Richardson holding his hat and cane.

After leaving the large prayer hall, he walked towards the gate amidst the exquisite murals and the light penetrating the stained glass on the high place.

At this moment, several figures came in. The leader was a middle-aged man with long temple hair and soft facial features. He was wearing a black windbreaker, without gloves, and without a cane.

On the left back of this man is a young man also wearing a black windbreaker. He has black hair and green eyes, and is handsome, but his hairstyle looks a bit random, as if he hasn't combed carefully after getting up in the morning.

Klein was very familiar with his appearance and figure, but he had the illusion that he hadn't seen him for more than ten years:

Leonard Mitchell!

Klein narrowed his gaze, and without stopping at the soles of his feet, he kept his previous stride frequency and stride length, and faced the "Nighthawks" in black trench coats.

Yes, Klein confirmed that they are "Nighthawks"! JrNovels.com