"Well, I will stand by and guard against accidents."

So much the better! If Hood Eugen is just pretending to be crazy, but I use a psychic ritual on him, wouldn't it be the same as turning into a zoo and dancing in front of a tiger... Klein felt relieved and said sincerely: "Yes, Captain!"

He stood up and turned towards the door.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the title of the magazine spread out in front of the captain: "The Donningsman sap in the rainforest of the Southern Continent has the obvious effect of promoting hair growth."

...Klein looked back in pity, and walked out of the captain's office after pulling the door.

Suddenly, he flashed a playful idea:

In fact, Extraordinary people don�t need to be so troublesome. If Old Neil was still around, he would probably suggest designing a ritual magic for hair growth, so as to pray to the goddess for help. As for whether the body will be covered with hair in the end and become a curly-haired baboon, that�s another matter. The question is... and how will the goddess react? If it were me, I would definitely say: MMP...

This thought immediately made Klein's happiness tinged with sadness, and the sadness was full of humor.

He entered the clerk's office, sat in front of the Axon 1346 mechanical typewriter, and clicked through the application.

After Dunn Smith signed and stamped it, he took the application and went deep into the ground, walking towards the Chanis Gate step by step along the aisle illuminated by gas lamps.

Until this time, Klein thought of a question:

This will be the first time after he enters that mysterious door!

"I don't know what it will be like behind the door..." He quickened his pace with implicit expectation, and came to the opposite black iron door that gave people a sense of looking up.

First, he handed over the application to Sika Teon, who was on duty here today, for registration. Klein took back a document with an extra signature, and knocked on the Chanis door, only to feel that the echo inside was empty and distant.

After waiting for dozens of seconds, without hearing the sound of footsteps, he saw the double door engraved with the seven holy emblems of darkness opened heavily, creaking.

The Chanis door was wide open until only one person could pass through, then stopped, and Klein also used the light of the gas lamps on both sides of the corridor to see the nearby scene.

Behind the door stood an old man with deep wrinkles and thinning hair. He was wearing a black classic robe and was carrying a lantern.

The dim yellow light from the candlelight shone through the glass, illuminating the old man's expressionless face in alternating light and dark, and illuminating his light blue eyes as if they had been frozen for thousands of years.

"Documents." He uttered a word hoarsely.

Klein had seen this old man before, because at the end of dusk, he and his companions would come out from the Chanis Gate, pass through the guard room, and turn to St. Selina Church.

They are the aging Nighthawks, the volunteer Inner Wardens.

According to Klein's knowledge, there are five such guards.

"This is my application." He handed the document in his hand to the old man in front of him.

The internal guard with a pair of light blue eyes raised the lantern, looked it over carefully, and stepped aside after confirming that it was correct, allowing Klein to pass.

Klein slowly entered the Chanis Gate, and before he had time to look around, he felt an indescribable coldness.

This is not the severe cold of winter, but the coldness that makes people tremble even spiritually.

Looking up, Klein saw candlesticks on the wall, and saw silver candles carved with patterns one by one, and their burning flames all showed a faint blue color without any shaking.

Squeak!

The watchman closed the Chanis Gate, and the surrounding area became extremely quiet.

In front of Klein was a wide aisle, paved with old stone slabs. JrNovels.com