"Hmm." Dunn didn't express his opinion, and walked to his office calmly, "I will send a telegram to ask the Holy Church."

Klein didn't stay any longer, and walked out of No. 36 Zouterland Street slowly, breathing in the cool air in the morning.

His spirit was lifted, and he suddenly remembered something that he had always forgotten before: "I forgot to tell the captain and Leonard about the paper in the hand of the doom puppet!"

"How could I forget?"

"It seems that there is a subtle force affecting me, preventing me from telling other Nighthawks about this matter..."

"...The notes of the Antigonus family were stored behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen City many days ago. The doom puppet of 3-0625 should have been affected long ago. Why didn't the abnormality appear until last night? "

"Because last night was my first shift at Chanis Gate?"

"It used all its power just to let me see the pattern on the paper?"

"Is this what the Antigonus Family Notes want to achieve?"

"Because I survived touching it and became a fortune teller?"

...

Doubts flashed through Klein's mind, and he was stunned. He didn't know whether he should pretend he didn't think of anything and continue to go home to sleep, or go upstairs to report to the captain.

After thinking for a moment, Klein decided to go home first to confirm one thing.

And he believed that if the actions of the doom puppet last night were not deliberately for him to see the patterns on the paper, then the captain and the others would definitely find clues when they followed up with the inspection, and whether he reported it or not would not affect the overall situation.

Otherwise, it is worth considering.

This is what Klein wants to confirm next.

He returned to Narcissus Street in a trackless public carriage. When he returned home, his elder brother Benson and younger sister Melissa hadn't woken up yet, and the living room was quiet and dark.

Klein boiled a pot of water, threw some tea leaves, and ate a piece of oatmeal bread to go with it. Then he took his coat, hat, and walking stick to the stairs.

He subconsciously stepped lightly, not making any obvious noise.

As soon as he climbed to the second floor, he saw the door of the bathroom suddenly opened, and Melissa, who was wearing a long old cloth dress, came out with a sleepy look.

"You're back..." Melissa rubbed her eyes in a daze.

Klein covered his mouth, yawned and said, "Yes, I need a good dream, don't wake me up before lunch."

Melissa gave a "hmm" and said as if she suddenly remembered something: "Benson and I are going to pray at St. Selena Church in the morning and attend mass. Lunch may be later."

As not too devout believers of the Evernight Goddess, she and Benson kept going to church once every two weeks, while Klein, who was a night watcher, had never entered a church except for being followed by secret order members.

No, I'm in the church every day, but it's just underground of the church... Klein subconsciously argued in his heart.

He is currently very worried that the goddess will abandon him as a false believer. If the ritual magic fails to respond at a critical moment, then the joke will be big...

But thinking about Old Neil, the Goddess is quite tolerant towards the Nighthawks, well, that's right! Klein cheered himself up.

These scattered thoughts flashed by, he looked at Melissa, nodded with a smile and said, "No problem, I happen to be able to sleep longer."

Passing over Melissa, he entered his bedroom and locked the door with his backhand.

Immediately afterwards, he forced himself to take out the ritual silver dagger, and created a sealed spiritual wall. JrNovels.com