Chapter: 1804
After making such a judgment, Klein suddenly raised his heart, as if the surroundings were covered with dangerous traps.
He kept his prayer movements unchanged, and the eyes under his eyelids did not move. The whole person was calm and introverted, which was completely consistent with the atmosphere inside the church.
After an unknown amount of time, he got up slowly, walked towards the altar, came to the offering box, and put a total of 50 pounds of banknotes into it.
Then, as before, he smiled and nodded to the bishop and pastor in charge today, and got quite friendly responses.
All the way out of St. Samuel's Church, Klein took the hat from Richardson and fed the white pigeons in the square for ten minutes.
And behind him, believers who finished praying came out one after another, including Leonard Mitchell.
Klein didn't look at the location of the main entrance, clapped his hands leisurely, took the gold-encrusted cane, and walked towards the four-wheeled carriage parked nearby.
Leonard also fed the pigeons in the square, watching the target board the carriage and leave, but he had no intention of following.
Since the other party has an ancient aura and has gained the attention of the sojourner in the body, he certainly dare not be negligent or take direct actions, that would be very dangerous.
He was going to check the periphery first and collect the necessary information.
It will be time to see what the old man says... and there is no direction for investigation now. The number of high-end carriages in Backlund is quite limited. Whether it is your own or rented, it is easy to determine the source, and then Then I will know the identity and origin of that gentleman... Leonard looked at the white dove and thought leisurely.
He is a "Nighthawk" with rich experience, and he is an elite "red glove" in "Nighthawk"!
At this moment, a white pigeon flew over with fluttering wings, with a note in its beak.
Leonard frowned and stretched out his left palm, watching the white pigeon lower its altitude, drop the note, then flap its wings and fly up again.
Raising his hand to hold the note, Leonard unfolded it vigilantly and suspiciously, and saw that there were only two words on it: "Zoroaster;
"Parasite."
This... Leonard's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt that the hairs all over his body stood up, and his emotions tended to explode in an instant.
That gentleman saw through my secret?
As expected of a person with an ancient aura!
He might really be one of the remaining undead monsters from the Fourth Epoch!
Is he warning me? Tell me to stay out of his affairs, not even get close to him?
At this moment, thinking back to the middle-aged gentleman with white sideburns and deep blue eyes, Leonard Mitchell felt that every move of the other party carried a strong sense of intimidation, making people dare not look directly at him or approach him .
He suddenly lost the idea of ??investigating the other party, watched the white doves land at the same time, and said in a low voice: "Old man, that may be your old friend.
"If you want to investigate something, wait until your strength has almost recovered."
"Old friend..." The slightly aged voice repeated these two words, seeming to have some doubts, but not sure what.
Leonard quickly restrained his emotions, chuckled and said, "So you are from the Zoroaster family..."
At this time, less than a hundred meters away, the intersection of Paisfield Street and other streets.
Dwayne Dant�s, with black hair mixed with a little silver thread, leaned back against the wall of the compartment, and slowly closed his eyes, hiding the sharp facial features in the shadow of the car.
On the side of his stand-in servant Richardson, a middle-aged man in a dark red coat and an old tricorne hat appeared in phantom, bowed to his master, and then disappeared without disturbing anyone.
The carriage turned slowly, and a group of white pigeons flew up in the square. JrNovels.com
He kept his prayer movements unchanged, and the eyes under his eyelids did not move. The whole person was calm and introverted, which was completely consistent with the atmosphere inside the church.
After an unknown amount of time, he got up slowly, walked towards the altar, came to the offering box, and put a total of 50 pounds of banknotes into it.
Then, as before, he smiled and nodded to the bishop and pastor in charge today, and got quite friendly responses.
All the way out of St. Samuel's Church, Klein took the hat from Richardson and fed the white pigeons in the square for ten minutes.
And behind him, believers who finished praying came out one after another, including Leonard Mitchell.
Klein didn't look at the location of the main entrance, clapped his hands leisurely, took the gold-encrusted cane, and walked towards the four-wheeled carriage parked nearby.
Leonard also fed the pigeons in the square, watching the target board the carriage and leave, but he had no intention of following.
Since the other party has an ancient aura and has gained the attention of the sojourner in the body, he certainly dare not be negligent or take direct actions, that would be very dangerous.
He was going to check the periphery first and collect the necessary information.
It will be time to see what the old man says... and there is no direction for investigation now. The number of high-end carriages in Backlund is quite limited. Whether it is your own or rented, it is easy to determine the source, and then Then I will know the identity and origin of that gentleman... Leonard looked at the white dove and thought leisurely.
He is a "Nighthawk" with rich experience, and he is an elite "red glove" in "Nighthawk"!
At this moment, a white pigeon flew over with fluttering wings, with a note in its beak.
Leonard frowned and stretched out his left palm, watching the white pigeon lower its altitude, drop the note, then flap its wings and fly up again.
Raising his hand to hold the note, Leonard unfolded it vigilantly and suspiciously, and saw that there were only two words on it: "Zoroaster;
"Parasite."
This... Leonard's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt that the hairs all over his body stood up, and his emotions tended to explode in an instant.
That gentleman saw through my secret?
As expected of a person with an ancient aura!
He might really be one of the remaining undead monsters from the Fourth Epoch!
Is he warning me? Tell me to stay out of his affairs, not even get close to him?
At this moment, thinking back to the middle-aged gentleman with white sideburns and deep blue eyes, Leonard Mitchell felt that every move of the other party carried a strong sense of intimidation, making people dare not look directly at him or approach him .
He suddenly lost the idea of ??investigating the other party, watched the white doves land at the same time, and said in a low voice: "Old man, that may be your old friend.
"If you want to investigate something, wait until your strength has almost recovered."
"Old friend..." The slightly aged voice repeated these two words, seeming to have some doubts, but not sure what.
Leonard quickly restrained his emotions, chuckled and said, "So you are from the Zoroaster family..."
At this time, less than a hundred meters away, the intersection of Paisfield Street and other streets.
Dwayne Dant�s, with black hair mixed with a little silver thread, leaned back against the wall of the compartment, and slowly closed his eyes, hiding the sharp facial features in the shadow of the car.
On the side of his stand-in servant Richardson, a middle-aged man in a dark red coat and an old tricorne hat appeared in phantom, bowed to his master, and then disappeared without disturbing anyone.
The carriage turned slowly, and a group of white pigeons flew up in the square. JrNovels.com
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