nownovels Chapter 20 Reporting to the Church
Chapter 20 Reporting to the Church
In the restaurant on the first floor, Owen looked at Sirion, who had silently emerged from the crack in the wall, and asked curiously:
"Did you gain anything?"
The latter shook his head helplessly: "No, we're too late. Something must have happened here not long ago, there's no one here now."
"The second floor is a dormitory, which is dirty and messy. If you look carefully, you might be able to find some hidden savings, but it's too much trouble."
"The third floor is probably the source of the accident. The entire floor has been corroded and decayed by some kind of force. Now it will crumble at the slightest touch, and there's no way anything will be left."
"In short, it was a losing proposition; we didn't even make back the cost of the carriages that brought us here."
Irving gave a weak laugh: "Just consider it an opportunity to broaden my horizons. This is the first time I've faced an extraordinary event directly."
Curious, Sirion asked, "How are you feeling?"
Irving: "It was terrifying. I couldn't control my emotions and desires at all, and I didn't even know when I got infected."
"If you weren't here, would I have disappeared abruptly like the other gangsters here?"
Cyril shook his head slightly: "I don't know. The painting on the tablecloth doesn't have the ability to make people disappear. There must be other factors behind the disappearance of people here, but we just haven't discovered them yet."
He paused, then added very seriously, "We absolutely must make you a 'fortune teller' as soon as possible; that crystal ball is just too unreliable."
Irving chuckled softly: "Why do I get the feeling that you want me to become a 'fortune teller' even more than I do?"
"In this perilous world, divination is extremely important."
Cyril shrugged and sighed, picked up the tablecloth rolled up into a stick from the ground, then opened a "door" in the wall and pulled Owen away from the eerie and dangerous house.
On the empty, quiet street outside the house, Cyril suddenly stopped just as he was about to step out of the streetlights' glow. He turned his head in surprise to his left, feeling as if someone was watching him.
But no matter how he looked around, the place was empty; there was nothing there.
In a hidden corner where he couldn't see, the dark-haired woman who had previously confronted and spoken with Adam was standing beside him, quietly watching him.
They were so close that a gust of wind could make their clothes brush against each other, but no opportunity arose for Cyril to notice anything amiss.
"What's wrong with you?"
Owen, who was walking ahead, turned around and looked at Sirion, who had stopped behind him, and asked a question nervously.
As he spoke, he cautiously glanced around, afraid that some strange danger might appear again. He really didn't want to experience that kind of helpless and uncontrollable situation again.
Cyril withdrew her searching gaze and shook her head at Owen: "It's nothing, it just feels a bit dark tonight."
Irving looked up at the night sky, puzzled, then nodded in agreement, "Yeah, there's no crimson moon tonight, no starlight, and even the streetlights around us seem dim."
Xireen looked up at the dark night sky above him. For a moment, he felt a flash of inspiration in his mind, but it was fleeting and he couldn't grasp it.
Is this a lack of inspiration? If I were an "astrologer" now, I'd definitely discover something.
He sighed inwardly, shook his head to gather his thoughts, and quickened his pace to catch up with Owen, and together they left the unusually quiet street.
After his figure disappeared, the darkness in the place he had just been gazing at, which was difficult to perceive with the naked eye and intuition, was swept away by an invisible force, revealing the beautiful young woman with black hair.
The classical robe He wore swayed gently with the waves of darkness around him, as if he were one with the darkness, yet also as if he were above the darkness, surrounded by it.
Opposite to Him, under the dim yellow light of the gas street lamp, Adam, dressed in a simple white robe, emerged from the blind spot of consciousness that could not be noticed, revealing his figure in the light.
They looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.
After a long silence, the black-haired woman spoke first: "His intuition is very sharp."
Adam, without any surprise, said, "Perhaps from a higher perspective, the hidden world is just a special dimension that is dependent on reality."
The dark-haired woman seemed to mention it casually, then quickly moved on to the next point, speaking in an emotionless but strangely serious tone:
"The authority of the 'Gate' is related to the birth of the 'Lord of Mysteries,' and cannot be handed over to him."
Adam nodded slightly and said, "'The door' is merely a transition; an empty space needs a real and similar power to support it."
"Of course, he needs to discuss this with the future 'Lord of Mysteries' himself. What I can do is provide them with a sufficiently high-level notarization after reclaiming the authority of the 'Sun' to ensure that the authority of the 'Gate' can be reclaimed in the end."
The black-haired woman, surrounded by darkness, said slowly, "Contamination is also a form of power. Even if we join forces, we cannot kill a true god in a short time, especially one who has been corrupted by the 'Primordial God'."
"If we fail, we will not have a second chance once the others realize what is happening, and we will be rejected by all the true gods."
Adam: "On this matter, my position is consistent with reality."
.....
In the square outside St. Samuel's Church in the West End, Owen leaned closer and whispered:
"What are we doing here?"
While looking around, Sirion replied, "Inform the church about the Blood Axe Gang. I have a feeling that things there aren't as simple as they seem. Just in case, it's better to let the church handle it."
Owen blinked in confusion: "But aren't you a follower of the 'God of Steam and Machinery'? Why are you here at the church of the 'Goddess of Night'?"
"Besides, we've been there before. What if the investigation leads back to us?"
Of course, it's to guard against the Magic Mirror Arodes of the Steam Church. When the Mechanical Heart Squad's investigation is thwarted, they will definitely consult the Magic Mirror. It would be troublesome if the sycophantic mirror exposed them.
Thinking this to himself, Sirion made up a random excuse: "It's because I'm a follower of the 'God of Steam and Machinery' that I need to come to the church of other true gods to report."
"And they won't be able to trace it back to us. The church's investigative methods are probably divination, but the incident there involves an evil god, and with your crystal ball's anti-divination function, even the church won't get any useful information."
Owen nodded with some doubt. He still had many questions, but Cyril's last sentence had frightened him. Now, with his mind full of evil gods, he had no interest in asking any further questions.
Beside the Church of St. Samuel, Sirion carefully looked around to make sure no one was nearby. Then he placed one hand on the wall, and a faint blue light emanated from his palm, condensing into a blurry, intangible door on the wall. He then tossed a paper airplane inside.
After doing all that, he ran towards the houses not far away without looking back. Then, his "open door" ability allowed him to cross the row of houses and arrive at another street.
Just then, a carriage slowly drove by on the street. Cyril brushed past the approaching carriage, and where the coachman couldn't see, he placed his hand on the carriage and climbed in without hindrance.
...
Meanwhile, on the street next to St. Samuel's Church, an elderly man dressed in a black and red clergy robe, with five dark holy symbols on his chest and deep-set eyes, slowly descended from mid-air accompanied by gusts of cold wind.
If an extraordinary person were here at this moment and activated their spiritual vision, they would see that the old man was actually standing on the palm of a giant spirit, rather than flying up on his own.
Of course, this doesn't mean he's not powerful; it just means the potion has a different focus.
He is none other than Anthony Stevenson, the Archbishop of St. Samuel Church, the seat of the Church of the Goddess of Night, and also the head of the Church of the Goddess of Night in the diocese of Backlund.
He held a paper airplane in his hand, his eyes fixed on the direction where Sirion had left. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not chase after him.
Logically, he should have received a spiritual warning the moment the other person "opened the door" on the church wall, but he didn't. He only sensed it after the origami in his hand fell to the ground.
"It possesses the ability to counter divination and can also influence spiritual perceptions..."
"An 'apprentice' in the intermediate to advanced sequence?"