St. Samuel Church, behind the gate of Chanis.
Archbishop St. Anthony, Beckland, stood at the stairs connecting the first and second floors, watching several night-time deacons busy going back and forth, including those wearing red gloves.
As the spokesperson of the Night Church in the capital of the Kingdom, Saint Anthony's clean and beardless face could not see any obvious emotions at this time. His deep and dark eyes were not swaying, but everyone who passed by him could feel his soul trembling, and an indescribable and uncontrollable fear emerged in his heart.
His Excellency Archbishop, after counting, all the mystical materials were not lost, including various potion master materials and extraordinary characteristics...
The Archbishop, all the recipes of the potions are in their original position, and it has been initially confirmed that no one has turned them in the past eight hours...
The Archbishop, all the prisoners who were imprisoned on the first floor were there, no one escaped, no one died...
The Archbishop, all kinds of information and classics have not been damaged or moved at all...
Archbishop, all the ‘3’ and ‘2’ seals here are there, and none of them have been taken away...
Archbishop, the three ‘1’-level seals are still in sealed state, without any trace of leaving their respective areas...
The Archbishop, the seal core is still intact and has not been damaged at all...
Your Excellency the Archbishop, it was confirmed that there was no extra thing here, and there was no dangerous arrangement left...
The Archbishop did not find the enemy who was disguised as an internal guardian. He seemed to have evaporated directly...
As the deacons successively rewarded each other, things gradually became a little weird.
They could not imagine that a cunning and powerful extraordinary man took extremely high risks, after careful planning and exhausting all kinds of methods, he finally entered the Channis Gate, but took nothing and left after a walk!
This makes the other party seem to be just to prove his abilities, or to help the church find out the loopholes in the Channis Gate guarding process.
Deacon Soster, who led a team of red gloves, looked around and expressed his own guess:
Your Excellency the Archbishop, would it be the requirement of which sequence of promotion ceremony?
He has done the task of capturing the demon, and he is used to guessing in this direction. Starting from Sequence 5, promotion rituals in different ways and sequences are different. There are many things that the Night Church has not known about.
If this is true, Soster seems to have seen the sarcastic smile of the intruder, saying that even the Chanis Gate of the Night Church, I can come and go freely, no different from going to a department store, and those "night-watchers" can only be furious after the matter is over with incompetence.
Be sure to catch him!Souther quietly held the palm of his red gloves.
St. Anthony was about to speak when another nighttime deacon Daly Simone proposed the second possibility:
Maybe the intruder was affected by negative effects when he tried to take away a seal and died on the spot and was swallowed completely?
St. Anthony nodded thoughtfully:
I'll go to the third floor to take a look first.
After saying that, he steadily went deep into the second floor underground, and opened the road to the third floor at a hidden location.
Because other deacons do not have enough levels and do not have permission, they can only wait to be in place.
St. Anthony soon arrived at the small-scale third floor, and glanced at it and initially confirmed that there was no abnormal change in seal objects 129 and 180.
He followed the strict process and observed the situation inside 180 through 129, and found that 017 was lying there, half-opening his eyes, as usual.
During this process, St. Anthony approached three times and opened the distance three times, sometimes changing his position, sometimes covering himself with a layer of night, and dared not be negligent.
Even a saint, he dared not underestimate every item here. Without mentioning power, he would occasionally break through the container, causing the seal to temporarily fail. Even 129 and 180 are quite dangerous things. Anthony did not want to degenerate into an amnesia who had to learn again how to eat and drink water, and he did not want to be part of the dream between reality and illusion.
No problem... Anthony breathed a sigh of relief and began to restore the two outer seals to their previous state.
After a few minutes, the night-time deacons saw His Excellency the Archbishop return to the upper level.
The intruder may indeed have died from contact with the seal.St. Anthony was somewhat vague when he spoke the word death.
Without giving any explanation, he ordered:
In any case, this matter must be investigated clearly, and the intruders are likely to have accomplices!
The ability to sneak in without any movement in St. Samuel's church shows that the target is very familiar with the place, the recent rotation rules of the internal guardian, the handover process of the "Night Watcher", and has the ability or objects to change his appearance. In addition, he also received the help of an extraordinary person who holds the holy relics of the night path, or that belongs to him.
Based on these conditions, check whether the servants and pastors have encountered insignificant psychics or inducements, check whether the bishops have betrayed the goddess, check the believers who have come to the church recently... At the same time, check the neighborhoods where the believers are located. Maybe they did not intentionally disclose it, but were stolen. As for you, I will check it.
Also, find the missing servant and see if there is any clue.
Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop.The nighttime deacon responded at the same time.
…………
In the office with a tight atmosphere, Leonard Mitchell did not put his feet on the table as usual, sitting very seriously, with a very serious expression.
This was the second time he encountered something against the items behind the Chanis door, which was aroused by the hidden memories in his heart.
More importantly, he had met the fake internal guardian, but he failed to find the problem!
If, if I had been stronger and had better observation, maybe I wouldn't have... Leonard Mitchell pursed his lips tightly, staring at the document in front of me, but couldn't see a word until a teammate came in.
The internal guard woke up. He did not see the infiltrator, but only knew that he had encountered the possession of a resentful soul.The Red Gloves who came in said to everyone in the room.
How could there be a resentful soul that can act inside the church?Many Red Gloves raised questions, but no one could answer them.
Perhaps the resentful soul believed in the goddess... Leonard muttered in his heart, and while no one noticed himself in the corner, he lowered his voice and muttered himself:
Old man, did you not notice anything unusual at that time?
A slightly aged voice echoed in his mind:
I don't know how to observe the outside world at any time, especially near Chanis Gate.
Leonard did not dare to ask more questions and joined the discussion among his teammates.
Not long after, the captain of the Red Gloves, Soster entered the room and threw a stack of documents onto the table:
This is our goal to investigate, and the bishops provide a list of believers who have come to church recently.
Leonard glanced at him and saw a familiar name at the middle and rear of the homepage:
Dawn Dances!
This... This old guy who survived in the Quaternary Age just came to the nearby neighborhood for less than two months, when Chanis Gate encountered infiltration. Could it be that a coincidence?
Moreover, he has always come to St. Samuel's church often, and is likely to be observing the situation and finding out the rules... The old man's excuse just now was not very convincing, but if the intruder was Dawn Dances, everything could be explained reasonably. He was afraid of exposing himself, so he pretended not to find any abnormality... Many thoughts flashed through Leonard Mitchell's mind and he said with a careful look:
Captain Soster, what did the intruder take away?What clues are left?
Souther looked around and said:
Nothing was taken away, nothing was left, just as if he had never been in, and His Excellency the Archbishop initially suspected that he had suffered death and evaporation due to contact with certain seals, and we were mainly looking for his accomplices.
No, Dawn Dance can't die so easily!
He is a monster who has lived from the Fourth Age to the present... But what exactly is he sneaking in?
Leonard frowned slightly, hesitated for a while, and then took the initiative to place Dawn Dances into the investigation scope of his and his two teammates.
When the Red Gloves and the local night watchmen started to act, Leonard found an excuse, went to the bathroom first, and lowered his voice:
What do you want to say about Dawn Dance?
He did not expose the lie that the parasite had just said.
The a little old voice laughed:
Haven't I told you already?I don't know much about him, I only know that he has a special and an ancient smell.
However, the case you investigated before gave me some inspiration, and I suspect there might be some connection between Dawn Dances and that matter, and it was a certain existential agent.
What's the matter?Who exists?Leonard whispered in shock.
The old voice in his mind replied in a strange tone:
Fools who do not belong to this era.
…………
160 Berklund Street.
After Clean finished his breakfast, he returned to the semi-open room with a large balcony, sat in an easy chair, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.
When the tense state gradually faded, Klein found that his spirit became a little dazed. There were always corpses hanging in the air in the ancient church, and the transparent worms that were blurred in the depths of memory appeared. There seemed to be an illusory sound in his ears:
Hornachis…Fregra…
Although I quickly cut off my ties with the secret puppet at that time, I was still affected to a certain extent, and my spirit was a little polluted... It is worthy of being a real mythical creature... After the initial investigation, I had to start solving the residual problems in this regard... Klein breathed slowly and calmed himself down with the help of meditation.
Archbishop St. Anthony, Beckland, stood at the stairs connecting the first and second floors, watching several night-time deacons busy going back and forth, including those wearing red gloves.
As the spokesperson of the Night Church in the capital of the Kingdom, Saint Anthony's clean and beardless face could not see any obvious emotions at this time. His deep and dark eyes were not swaying, but everyone who passed by him could feel his soul trembling, and an indescribable and uncontrollable fear emerged in his heart.
His Excellency Archbishop, after counting, all the mystical materials were not lost, including various potion master materials and extraordinary characteristics...
The Archbishop, all the recipes of the potions are in their original position, and it has been initially confirmed that no one has turned them in the past eight hours...
The Archbishop, all the prisoners who were imprisoned on the first floor were there, no one escaped, no one died...
The Archbishop, all kinds of information and classics have not been damaged or moved at all...
Archbishop, all the ‘3’ and ‘2’ seals here are there, and none of them have been taken away...
Archbishop, the three ‘1’-level seals are still in sealed state, without any trace of leaving their respective areas...
The Archbishop, the seal core is still intact and has not been damaged at all...
Your Excellency the Archbishop, it was confirmed that there was no extra thing here, and there was no dangerous arrangement left...
The Archbishop did not find the enemy who was disguised as an internal guardian. He seemed to have evaporated directly...
As the deacons successively rewarded each other, things gradually became a little weird.
They could not imagine that a cunning and powerful extraordinary man took extremely high risks, after careful planning and exhausting all kinds of methods, he finally entered the Channis Gate, but took nothing and left after a walk!
This makes the other party seem to be just to prove his abilities, or to help the church find out the loopholes in the Channis Gate guarding process.
Deacon Soster, who led a team of red gloves, looked around and expressed his own guess:
Your Excellency the Archbishop, would it be the requirement of which sequence of promotion ceremony?
He has done the task of capturing the demon, and he is used to guessing in this direction. Starting from Sequence 5, promotion rituals in different ways and sequences are different. There are many things that the Night Church has not known about.
If this is true, Soster seems to have seen the sarcastic smile of the intruder, saying that even the Chanis Gate of the Night Church, I can come and go freely, no different from going to a department store, and those "night-watchers" can only be furious after the matter is over with incompetence.
Be sure to catch him!Souther quietly held the palm of his red gloves.
St. Anthony was about to speak when another nighttime deacon Daly Simone proposed the second possibility:
Maybe the intruder was affected by negative effects when he tried to take away a seal and died on the spot and was swallowed completely?
St. Anthony nodded thoughtfully:
I'll go to the third floor to take a look first.
After saying that, he steadily went deep into the second floor underground, and opened the road to the third floor at a hidden location.
Because other deacons do not have enough levels and do not have permission, they can only wait to be in place.
St. Anthony soon arrived at the small-scale third floor, and glanced at it and initially confirmed that there was no abnormal change in seal objects 129 and 180.
He followed the strict process and observed the situation inside 180 through 129, and found that 017 was lying there, half-opening his eyes, as usual.
During this process, St. Anthony approached three times and opened the distance three times, sometimes changing his position, sometimes covering himself with a layer of night, and dared not be negligent.
Even a saint, he dared not underestimate every item here. Without mentioning power, he would occasionally break through the container, causing the seal to temporarily fail. Even 129 and 180 are quite dangerous things. Anthony did not want to degenerate into an amnesia who had to learn again how to eat and drink water, and he did not want to be part of the dream between reality and illusion.
No problem... Anthony breathed a sigh of relief and began to restore the two outer seals to their previous state.
After a few minutes, the night-time deacons saw His Excellency the Archbishop return to the upper level.
The intruder may indeed have died from contact with the seal.St. Anthony was somewhat vague when he spoke the word death.
Without giving any explanation, he ordered:
In any case, this matter must be investigated clearly, and the intruders are likely to have accomplices!
The ability to sneak in without any movement in St. Samuel's church shows that the target is very familiar with the place, the recent rotation rules of the internal guardian, the handover process of the "Night Watcher", and has the ability or objects to change his appearance. In addition, he also received the help of an extraordinary person who holds the holy relics of the night path, or that belongs to him.
Based on these conditions, check whether the servants and pastors have encountered insignificant psychics or inducements, check whether the bishops have betrayed the goddess, check the believers who have come to the church recently... At the same time, check the neighborhoods where the believers are located. Maybe they did not intentionally disclose it, but were stolen. As for you, I will check it.
Also, find the missing servant and see if there is any clue.
Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop.The nighttime deacon responded at the same time.
…………
In the office with a tight atmosphere, Leonard Mitchell did not put his feet on the table as usual, sitting very seriously, with a very serious expression.
This was the second time he encountered something against the items behind the Chanis door, which was aroused by the hidden memories in his heart.
More importantly, he had met the fake internal guardian, but he failed to find the problem!
If, if I had been stronger and had better observation, maybe I wouldn't have... Leonard Mitchell pursed his lips tightly, staring at the document in front of me, but couldn't see a word until a teammate came in.
The internal guard woke up. He did not see the infiltrator, but only knew that he had encountered the possession of a resentful soul.The Red Gloves who came in said to everyone in the room.
How could there be a resentful soul that can act inside the church?Many Red Gloves raised questions, but no one could answer them.
Perhaps the resentful soul believed in the goddess... Leonard muttered in his heart, and while no one noticed himself in the corner, he lowered his voice and muttered himself:
Old man, did you not notice anything unusual at that time?
A slightly aged voice echoed in his mind:
I don't know how to observe the outside world at any time, especially near Chanis Gate.
Leonard did not dare to ask more questions and joined the discussion among his teammates.
Not long after, the captain of the Red Gloves, Soster entered the room and threw a stack of documents onto the table:
This is our goal to investigate, and the bishops provide a list of believers who have come to church recently.
Leonard glanced at him and saw a familiar name at the middle and rear of the homepage:
Dawn Dances!
This... This old guy who survived in the Quaternary Age just came to the nearby neighborhood for less than two months, when Chanis Gate encountered infiltration. Could it be that a coincidence?
Moreover, he has always come to St. Samuel's church often, and is likely to be observing the situation and finding out the rules... The old man's excuse just now was not very convincing, but if the intruder was Dawn Dances, everything could be explained reasonably. He was afraid of exposing himself, so he pretended not to find any abnormality... Many thoughts flashed through Leonard Mitchell's mind and he said with a careful look:
Captain Soster, what did the intruder take away?What clues are left?
Souther looked around and said:
Nothing was taken away, nothing was left, just as if he had never been in, and His Excellency the Archbishop initially suspected that he had suffered death and evaporation due to contact with certain seals, and we were mainly looking for his accomplices.
No, Dawn Dance can't die so easily!
He is a monster who has lived from the Fourth Age to the present... But what exactly is he sneaking in?
Leonard frowned slightly, hesitated for a while, and then took the initiative to place Dawn Dances into the investigation scope of his and his two teammates.
When the Red Gloves and the local night watchmen started to act, Leonard found an excuse, went to the bathroom first, and lowered his voice:
What do you want to say about Dawn Dance?
He did not expose the lie that the parasite had just said.
The a little old voice laughed:
Haven't I told you already?I don't know much about him, I only know that he has a special and an ancient smell.
However, the case you investigated before gave me some inspiration, and I suspect there might be some connection between Dawn Dances and that matter, and it was a certain existential agent.
What's the matter?Who exists?Leonard whispered in shock.
The old voice in his mind replied in a strange tone:
Fools who do not belong to this era.
…………
160 Berklund Street.
After Clean finished his breakfast, he returned to the semi-open room with a large balcony, sat in an easy chair, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.
When the tense state gradually faded, Klein found that his spirit became a little dazed. There were always corpses hanging in the air in the ancient church, and the transparent worms that were blurred in the depths of memory appeared. There seemed to be an illusory sound in his ears:
Hornachis…Fregra…
Although I quickly cut off my ties with the secret puppet at that time, I was still affected to a certain extent, and my spirit was a little polluted... It is worthy of being a real mythical creature... After the initial investigation, I had to start solving the residual problems in this regard... Klein breathed slowly and calmed himself down with the help of meditation.
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