Chapter: 1971
Klein remained awake, took off the "creeping hunger" with small movements, folded it into a small piece, and stuffed it into an iron cigarette case, which was combined with Azik's copper whistle and "Senior Gold Coin" put it together.
Time passed by every minute and every second. Because he was too tense, he couldn't fall asleep at all. He could only rely on "meditation" and forcefully fell asleep for a few hours.
After waking up at a certain time, Klein released "Resentful Soul" Senor.
The cold and indifferent aura of this secret puppet quickly merged with the surrounding environment, and the "spiritual body thread" collapsed inward, gradually forming a deep blackness, with no origin anymore.
It can still be manipulated... Klein nodded invisibly, and let the "wraith" reach the stairs leading to the upper floor by the inner guards with the help of the stained glass windows at the top and the smooth stone bricks on the ground.
He believed that if Senior hadn't been eroded in advance, and the core of the seal behind the Chanis gate had been taken as one of his own, there would have been a reaction at this time and it would have been cleaned up.
How can a "resentful soul" have the ability to move freely in the cathedral of the Orthodox Church!
And because of the "default" of the sealed core and the interference of paper angels, the spirituality of the demigod-level archbishop living somewhere in this church has not been touched!
Step by step to the second floor, relying on the sense of erosive aura, the "wraith" Senor, who had hidden his figure, moved to the left under Klein's control, and found the area where the inner guards lived.
Tomorrow is Monday... This week's Monday should be in charge of the internal watchman I first met... Klein has already figured out the rotation rules, and let the "wraith" wearing a dark red coat quietly pass through the wooden door, drifting away. Enter different rooms and distinguish the target.
Because there were only a few people, he quickly found the old man with loose skin on his face, a big nose, thinning hair, and a frosty color.
"Resentful Soul" Senor immediately took out a metal test tube containing a sleeping potion, put it aside, and immediately possessed it before the internal watchman noticed it!
The sleeping internal watchman lost control of his body before he could wake up and make a confrontation. He could barely open his gray-blue eyes, and saw that he was struggling to pick up the metal test tube next to him, pull out Soft plug, Gulu drank the liquid inside.
His body trembled uncoordinatedly and abnormally, as if he was fighting fiercely within himself. After a full minute passed, he slowly softened, closed his eyes again, and fell into a dreamless sleep.
After doing all of this, "Resentful Soul" Senor left the body of the internal watchman, and with the help of various "mirrors" again, jumped back to the area where the servants lived, and then directly entered Klein's body.
Klein immediately exuded a cold, dead, and indifferent aura, and it seemed difficult to even make an expression.
He got up slowly, left the servant's room silently, walked in the shadows and murals that the moonlight could not reach, and walked to the second floor step by step, and entered the target room.
Standing by the bed, the figure of Klein, who looked like a servant, rose abruptly, his hair became thin and white, and his nose expanded a little.
In just a few seconds, he was exactly the same as the inner watchman who had taken the sleeping potion, even his breath was the same.
Putting on the black coat of the clergy next to him, Klein moved the clothes of the internal guards and servants to the bottom of the bed, lay down on himself, and silently counted the time.
At 5:30, he got up early, ate the white bread prepared last night, drank a glass of water, and looked out the window quietly.
The sky had just dawned, and Klein maintained his expressionless state, opened the door and walked out, went down to the first floor, and turned to the left along the route he had initially mastered.
After walking for a while, he saw a pastor as expected.
This is the experience of former Nighthawks, so Klein is not worried about not being able to find a passage.
The priest stood outside the secret door leading to the underground area, raised his right hand, tapped his chest clockwise four times and said: "May the goddess bless you."
"Praise the goddess." Klein responded in a low voice, and also drew a crimson moon.
Without stopping, he passed the pastor, walked up the stairs step by step under the illumination of the lights on both sides, and walked to the crossroads.
Based on his understanding of the surrounding geographical environment, Klein believed that turning to the right would lead him away from the church. He should be going to a certain security company or other organization disguised as a "Nighthawk", so he turned left without hesitation.
At this moment, he saw a man in red gloves walking towards him.
This man has black hair and green eyes, looks outstanding, and is dressed casually. It is Leonard Mitchell. JrNovels.com
Time passed by every minute and every second. Because he was too tense, he couldn't fall asleep at all. He could only rely on "meditation" and forcefully fell asleep for a few hours.
After waking up at a certain time, Klein released "Resentful Soul" Senor.
The cold and indifferent aura of this secret puppet quickly merged with the surrounding environment, and the "spiritual body thread" collapsed inward, gradually forming a deep blackness, with no origin anymore.
It can still be manipulated... Klein nodded invisibly, and let the "wraith" reach the stairs leading to the upper floor by the inner guards with the help of the stained glass windows at the top and the smooth stone bricks on the ground.
He believed that if Senior hadn't been eroded in advance, and the core of the seal behind the Chanis gate had been taken as one of his own, there would have been a reaction at this time and it would have been cleaned up.
How can a "resentful soul" have the ability to move freely in the cathedral of the Orthodox Church!
And because of the "default" of the sealed core and the interference of paper angels, the spirituality of the demigod-level archbishop living somewhere in this church has not been touched!
Step by step to the second floor, relying on the sense of erosive aura, the "wraith" Senor, who had hidden his figure, moved to the left under Klein's control, and found the area where the inner guards lived.
Tomorrow is Monday... This week's Monday should be in charge of the internal watchman I first met... Klein has already figured out the rotation rules, and let the "wraith" wearing a dark red coat quietly pass through the wooden door, drifting away. Enter different rooms and distinguish the target.
Because there were only a few people, he quickly found the old man with loose skin on his face, a big nose, thinning hair, and a frosty color.
"Resentful Soul" Senor immediately took out a metal test tube containing a sleeping potion, put it aside, and immediately possessed it before the internal watchman noticed it!
The sleeping internal watchman lost control of his body before he could wake up and make a confrontation. He could barely open his gray-blue eyes, and saw that he was struggling to pick up the metal test tube next to him, pull out Soft plug, Gulu drank the liquid inside.
His body trembled uncoordinatedly and abnormally, as if he was fighting fiercely within himself. After a full minute passed, he slowly softened, closed his eyes again, and fell into a dreamless sleep.
After doing all of this, "Resentful Soul" Senor left the body of the internal watchman, and with the help of various "mirrors" again, jumped back to the area where the servants lived, and then directly entered Klein's body.
Klein immediately exuded a cold, dead, and indifferent aura, and it seemed difficult to even make an expression.
He got up slowly, left the servant's room silently, walked in the shadows and murals that the moonlight could not reach, and walked to the second floor step by step, and entered the target room.
Standing by the bed, the figure of Klein, who looked like a servant, rose abruptly, his hair became thin and white, and his nose expanded a little.
In just a few seconds, he was exactly the same as the inner watchman who had taken the sleeping potion, even his breath was the same.
Putting on the black coat of the clergy next to him, Klein moved the clothes of the internal guards and servants to the bottom of the bed, lay down on himself, and silently counted the time.
At 5:30, he got up early, ate the white bread prepared last night, drank a glass of water, and looked out the window quietly.
The sky had just dawned, and Klein maintained his expressionless state, opened the door and walked out, went down to the first floor, and turned to the left along the route he had initially mastered.
After walking for a while, he saw a pastor as expected.
This is the experience of former Nighthawks, so Klein is not worried about not being able to find a passage.
The priest stood outside the secret door leading to the underground area, raised his right hand, tapped his chest clockwise four times and said: "May the goddess bless you."
"Praise the goddess." Klein responded in a low voice, and also drew a crimson moon.
Without stopping, he passed the pastor, walked up the stairs step by step under the illumination of the lights on both sides, and walked to the crossroads.
Based on his understanding of the surrounding geographical environment, Klein believed that turning to the right would lead him away from the church. He should be going to a certain security company or other organization disguised as a "Nighthawk", so he turned left without hesitation.
At this moment, he saw a man in red gloves walking towards him.
This man has black hair and green eyes, looks outstanding, and is dressed casually. It is Leonard Mitchell. JrNovels.com
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