Chapter: 66
Stepping in, closing the door with his backhand, Klein's eyes were once again gloomy.
"Son, what do you want to say?" The bishop's voice came from behind the wooden baffle.
Klein took out the badge of the "Seventh Team of the Special Operations Department" from his pocket, and handed it to the bishop through the gap.
"Someone is following me. I want to find Dunn Smith." As if infected by the darkness, his tone became soft.
The bishop took the badge and said after a few seconds of silence: "The door of the confession room is to the right. After all, there is a secret door next to it. Someone will lead the way after entering."
While speaking, he pulled a rope in the room, and a priest heard the sound of the bell shaking.
Klein took back the badge, took off his top hat, pressed it on his chest, bowed slightly, then turned around and pushed the door out.
After confirming that the feeling of being watched did not reappear, he put on his black half-top hat again, held his cane without any expression on his face, turned to the right, and walked all the way to the arched altar.
On the wall facing to the side, he found a secret door, opened it silently, and slipped in.
The secret door closed quietly, and a middle-aged man wearing a black priest's robe appeared in the light of the gas lamp, and appeared in Klein's eyes.
"What's the matter?" the middle-aged pastor asked briefly.
Klein showed his badge and repeated what he had just said to the bishop.
The middle-aged pastor stopped asking any more questions, turned around, and walked forward in silence.
Klein nodded, smoothed his top hat, and quietly followed behind him with a black cane.
Roseanne said that the church of St. Selina is on the left at the intersection leading to "Chanis Gate".
Note 1: Adapted from the twenty-fourth chapter of "Old Testament. Job".
Da da da.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the dark and narrow corridor, and spread far away in the silence, without any noise.
Klein straightened his back and followed the middle-aged pastor at a leisurely pace, without asking questions or chatting, as calm as a windless lake.
Passing through the well-guarded passage, the middle-aged priest opened a secret door with a key, pointed down the stone stairs and said, "The left side of the crossroad is the Chanis Gate."
"May the goddess bless you." Klein tapped his chest four times, outlining the "shape" of the crimson moon.
The secular world uses secular etiquette, and religion uses religious rituals.
"Praise the goddess." The middle-aged priest replied with the same gesture.
Klein didn't say any more, and walked down the stone steps into the darkness step by step with the help of the elegant gas lamps embedded in the walls on both sides.
Halfway through, he turned his head subconsciously, and saw the middle-aged pastor still standing at the door, at the top of the stairs, in the shadow of the gas lamp, like an immobile wax figure.
Klein withdrew his gaze and continued to descend. It didn't take long before he touched the ground covered with cold slates and came to the intersection.
He didn't turn to the direction of "Chanis Gate", because Dunn Smith, who had just been on duty, would definitely not be there.
Following the familiar path on the right, Klein boarded another staircase and appeared inside the "Blackthorn Security Company".
Seeing that the door was either closed or half-closed, he did not search recklessly, but entered the reception hall, and saw a brown-haired girl with a sweet smile concentrating on reading a magazine.
"Hi, Roseanne." Klein came to the side and tapped the table deliberately. JrNovels.com
"Son, what do you want to say?" The bishop's voice came from behind the wooden baffle.
Klein took out the badge of the "Seventh Team of the Special Operations Department" from his pocket, and handed it to the bishop through the gap.
"Someone is following me. I want to find Dunn Smith." As if infected by the darkness, his tone became soft.
The bishop took the badge and said after a few seconds of silence: "The door of the confession room is to the right. After all, there is a secret door next to it. Someone will lead the way after entering."
While speaking, he pulled a rope in the room, and a priest heard the sound of the bell shaking.
Klein took back the badge, took off his top hat, pressed it on his chest, bowed slightly, then turned around and pushed the door out.
After confirming that the feeling of being watched did not reappear, he put on his black half-top hat again, held his cane without any expression on his face, turned to the right, and walked all the way to the arched altar.
On the wall facing to the side, he found a secret door, opened it silently, and slipped in.
The secret door closed quietly, and a middle-aged man wearing a black priest's robe appeared in the light of the gas lamp, and appeared in Klein's eyes.
"What's the matter?" the middle-aged pastor asked briefly.
Klein showed his badge and repeated what he had just said to the bishop.
The middle-aged pastor stopped asking any more questions, turned around, and walked forward in silence.
Klein nodded, smoothed his top hat, and quietly followed behind him with a black cane.
Roseanne said that the church of St. Selina is on the left at the intersection leading to "Chanis Gate".
Note 1: Adapted from the twenty-fourth chapter of "Old Testament. Job".
Da da da.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the dark and narrow corridor, and spread far away in the silence, without any noise.
Klein straightened his back and followed the middle-aged pastor at a leisurely pace, without asking questions or chatting, as calm as a windless lake.
Passing through the well-guarded passage, the middle-aged priest opened a secret door with a key, pointed down the stone stairs and said, "The left side of the crossroad is the Chanis Gate."
"May the goddess bless you." Klein tapped his chest four times, outlining the "shape" of the crimson moon.
The secular world uses secular etiquette, and religion uses religious rituals.
"Praise the goddess." The middle-aged priest replied with the same gesture.
Klein didn't say any more, and walked down the stone steps into the darkness step by step with the help of the elegant gas lamps embedded in the walls on both sides.
Halfway through, he turned his head subconsciously, and saw the middle-aged pastor still standing at the door, at the top of the stairs, in the shadow of the gas lamp, like an immobile wax figure.
Klein withdrew his gaze and continued to descend. It didn't take long before he touched the ground covered with cold slates and came to the intersection.
He didn't turn to the direction of "Chanis Gate", because Dunn Smith, who had just been on duty, would definitely not be there.
Following the familiar path on the right, Klein boarded another staircase and appeared inside the "Blackthorn Security Company".
Seeing that the door was either closed or half-closed, he did not search recklessly, but entered the reception hall, and saw a brown-haired girl with a sweet smile concentrating on reading a magazine.
"Hi, Roseanne." Klein came to the side and tapped the table deliberately. JrNovels.com
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