The "Nighthawks" must be notified, only they can really solve the trouble!

But it can't go directly like this, it will be exposed, maybe this is the purpose of the other party...

Following this line of thought, Klein roughly formulated one plan after another, and his ideas gradually became clear.

call!

He exhaled foul air, regained his basic calm, and carefully looked at the rapidly sweeping scenery outside the window.

No accident happened until the carriage arrived at Champagne Street, but after Klein opened the door and got out of the car, he immediately felt the uneasiness of being stared at!

He pretended not to notice anything, picked up the newspaper, carried his cane, and walked slowly towards Zouterand Street.

However, he didn't enter that street, but went around to the Red Moon Street on the back, where there was a beautiful white square and a steeple-topped cathedral!

Church of St. Selina!

The headquarters of the Church of the Evernight Goddess in Tingen!

As a believer, it is not strange to come to attend mass and pray on rest days.

The cathedral has an obvious earth-like Gothic style, the overall color is black, and the facade is a tall, mottled bell tower, which is located on the huge central buttress between the red and blue lattice windows, inserted into the sky.

Klein stepped into the church and walked along the aisle to the large prayer hall. Along the way, the narrow high windows inlaid with blue and red finely divided patterns let in strands of dyed light. The blue was almost black, and the red was almost The moon sets off the surroundings extremely darkly.

The feeling of being watched disappeared again, and Klein looked as usual, without joy, and stepped outside the open prayer hall step by step.

There are no high windows here, and the deep darkness becomes the protagonist, but behind the arched altar, on the wall directly facing the gate, there are more than ten or twenty fist-sized round holes leading out, allowing the brilliant, pure sun The glow came in, condensed and bright.

It's like a pedestrian in the dark night, suddenly looking up, seeing the starry sky, and seeing the bright lights, it's so lofty, so pure, so sacred.

Even though he always believed that gods could be studied and understood, Klein couldn't help but lower his head.

Amidst the bishop's low and gentle sermon, he walked quietly on the aisle separating the left and right seats, found an unoccupied seat close to the passage, and sat down slowly.

Leaning the cane against the back of the chair in front of him, Klein took off his top hat, put it on his lap together with the newspaper, and clasped his hands against his drooping forehead.

During the whole process, he did it slowly and orderly, as if he was really praying.

Klein closed his eyes, listening quietly to the bishop's voice in the dark: "They are naked, have no food or clothing, and have no cover in the cold."

"They were drenched in the rain, and because they had no shelter, they clung to the rock."

"They are mothers whose children have been taken from them, they are orphans who have lost hope, and they are poor people who have been driven from the right path."

"The night did not give up on them, but gave them favor."

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The echoes were superimposed, and the sound entered his ears. Klein's eyes were dark, and his mind seemed to be cleansed.

He comprehended these calmly until the bishop finished his sermon and ended the Mass.

The bishop opened the door of the confessional next door, and gentlemen and ladies lined up.

Klein opened his eyes, put on his top hat, picked up his cane and newspaper, got up after him, and lined up in an orderly manner.

After more than twenty minutes, it was finally his turn. JrNovels.com