Part 4 The Undead Chapter 18 Attraction?

　　Crane, who had flipped through a number of magazines, knew that there were more than a few balls in the circle he was trying to get into, and, not surprised by the butler Walter’s suggestion, nodded:

　　”Good.”

　　After saying that, he turned his head sideways to his valet Richardson and said:

　　”Prepare the carriage, I’m going to St. Samuel’s Church.”

　　Klein remembered clearly that his main purpose was to play the role of a devout follower of the Goddess of the Night, contacting the corresponding clergy so as to find a chance to blend into the Channis Gate, so he planned to go to the church when he had the time to say a prayer, to show his sincerity, and to mix up his face.

　　”Yes, sir.” Richardson replied respectfully.

　　Not long after, Klein, who had put on his coat and bowler hat, boarded the rented luxury four-wheeled sedan carriage, enjoying the scenery along the way while sipping black tea with lemon slices.

　　In fact, there was a small bar inside the carriage, which contained distilled spirits such as Gin Ranch, Winter Black Rand and various red and white wines originating from Intis prepared by the butler Walter.

　　However, Klein wasn’t much of a drinker, and as an Extraordinary, he didn’t like the feeling of being drunk, which easily reminded him of being out of control, so, using the excuse that he couldn’t drink when he went to the church, he instructed his personal manservant Richardson to pre-prepare a pot of Marquis black tea.

　　”If it’s possible, I’d actually prefer a cup of sweet iced tea, it’s the flavor of the south.” Klein half-joked to Richardson.

　　”I’ll prepare it next time.” Richardson responded instantly.

　　Klein laughed and shook his head:

　　”No, no, that’s not decent enough.

　　”Once I get acquainted with the neighbors here, I will hold a banquet with Dixie’s characteristics, and then I will prepare sweet iced tea, huh, I think their children should like it.”

　　Seeing that he had misunderstood his employer’s meaning, Richardson was busy speaking slightly nervously:

　　”I’ll keep that in mind.”

　　The walk from 160 Birklund Street to St. Samuel’s Church on Pacefair Street only took about twenty minutes, and if it wasn’t for decency and the fact that he had already rented a carriage and hired a driver, Klein would have preferred to walk there to digest his food and strengthen his body.

　　Soon the carriage pulled up to the edge of the square outside the church, and with his gold-encrusted cane in hand, Klein stepped down and stopped to watch the doves dance for a while.

　　Entering the church and coming into the great prayer hall, he handed Richardson his bowler hat and cane, and finding himself a seat near the aisle, he buried his head, and, clasping his hands, began to pray earnestly and quietly.

　　Richardson sat to his side and back, placed his various belongings, glanced at the dark emblem on the altar, and followed suit, closing his eyes.

　　In the peaceful stillness, Klein felt a slight phenomenon of dispersion in his spirituality, and was not surprised by it, for the faithful who prayed within the church had similar encounters – small amounts of spirituality with pious beliefs converging bit by bit to provide power for the Charnis Gate seal in the ground.

　　After an unknown amount of time, he had a sudden touch of inspiration and quietly opened his eyes, looking stealthily to the slanting front.

　　There stood an old man wearing the black robes of a clergyman, his hair thinning and frosty in color, his face so pale that he looked like a dead man.

　　From a distance, his breath was grim and his expression lackluster, somehow mingling with the dim, shimmering surroundings of the great prayer hall.

　　The inner watcher …… Klein merely scanned the room, made a judgment, and closed his eyes again in prayer, having, of course, memorized the features of the other s visage:

　　Large nose, gray-blue eyes, loose skin on the face, unshaven beard.

　　The old man dressed as a clergyman also sat down at that moment, and concentrated on praying to the goddess, and in the whole prayer hall there were only a few holes in the upper part of the wall in front of him, which shone into the pure light, and, like brilliant stars, made the darkness seem soft and holy.

　　Time passed, and once again Klein was touched with inspiration.

　　He carefully opened his eyes and saw the inner caretaker in the black robes leave his seat and enter the side passage.

　　That should lead to the back of the church …… The internal watchmen live inside the church? They have no relatives no family no residence of their own? Judging from their state, that doesn’t seem too surprising, and it’s a normal measure for those who watch over the interior of the Charnis Gate to be under the supervision of the bishops …… This means that I do have to become friends with the bishop-priests of St. Samuel’s Church, and gain free access to the back of the church… …Without looking at it much, Klein closed his eyes and pondered all sorts of things.

　　After a good while longer, he slowly got up, walked towards the altar, stood in front of the offering box, took out fifty pounds in cash, and reverently dropped it in.

　　This caused both the bishop and the priest on duty today to look over, their eyes becoming friendly and memorizing his appearance.

　　With this accomplished, Crane gave a slight nod to several of the clergy and turned to walk down the aisle toward the exit, followed closely by Richardson with his hat and cane.

　　Out of the Great Prayer Hall, he walked in the light of a fine mural and the glow that penetrated the stained glass high above him, and made his way to the location of the main door.

　　Just then several figures came in, led by a middle-aged man with long, dark hair at the temples and softly contoured features, wearing a black trench coat, without gloves or a cane.

　　Behind this man on the left was a young man also wearing a black trench coat, he had ink hair with green pupils, and was handsome, but his hairstyle appeared to be somewhat casual, as if he had not been carefully combed after waking up in the morning.

　　His appearance, his figure, Klein is exceptionally familiar, but there is a kind of illusion that he has not seen for several years or ten years:

　　Leonard Mitchell!

　　Kline’s eyes narrowed for a moment, and without the slightest pause in his feet, he maintained the same pace and stride as before, and greeted those “night watchmen” in black trench coats.

　　Yes, Klein recognized them as “night watchmen”!

　　As they met, he gave Leonard and the others a casual glance, then crossed to the gate.

　　The gate was open, the clouds were thin, the sun was pure, and the pigeons were flying.

　　Leonard Mitchell, too, glanced idly at the passing faithful, withdrew his gaze, and sighed:

　　”I wish I could stay a few more days in Berkland this time, and have a good rest for a while. This case is not only dangerous and exciting, but one must always be on one’s toes.”

　　Their group, the Red Gloves, had just solved a case of demons in human skin and captured two of their targets.

　　It seemed easy on the surface, but in reality it was not easy at all, they experienced a lot of setbacks and counterattacks before completing the task with difficulty, each member of the team was not only physically tired, but also mentally fatigued.

　　Captain Sost shook his head and laughed:

　　”This is the life of our ‘Red Gloves’, you should have known it would be like this when you chose to join.

　　”But congratulations, you’ll be promoted to ‘Requiem Master’ this time.”

　　Leonard Mitchell grinned skittishly:

　　”That was slower than I thought, and also, Captain Sost you finally, finally made it to Sequence 5.”

　　”It’s not a problem with the church, if I could take it well, I could have become a ‘Spirit Wizard’ five years ago.” Solstice put away his smile and walked towards the large prayer hall and said, “Go and pray to the Goddess, this can effectively eliminate your psychological pressure and restore your spiritual state.”

　　As they spoke, the group of “Red Gloves” entered the dimly lit and quiet hall, and each found a seat.

　　Leonard was about to concentrate on his prayers when he suddenly heard a slightly old voice ringing in his head:

　　”There’s something wrong with that person just now.”

　　”Who?” Leonard buried his head and asked in a suppressed voice.

　　The slightly older voice replied:

　　”One of those people you met at the door, I’m living inside you and my strength hasn’t been restored, so I can’t see too clearly.”

　　Leonard recalled and asked in a low voice:

　　”What was the problem?”

　　”He had an ancient aura about him.” The voice inside Leonard’s head said simply.

　　”An extraordinary person who has lived for a long time?” Leonard muttered, “I’ll try to find out.”

　　Meanwhile, he thought in his mind:

　　The old man must be hiding something, he rarely takes such initiative to remind me who has problems, yet he says it vaguely …… When I find the target and confirm that there is no harm for the time being, I’ll leave it alone for now, so as not to get involved in the fight between those undead monsters of the Fourth Era as a result …… If that one really will bring disaster, report directly to the Archbishop ……

　　……

　　Jorwood District, inside a house.

　　”Here’s the money I lent you earlier.” Forsyth handed Hugh the £220 he owed.

　　She had already received £100 from Mr. Moon and £500 from Ms. Hermit.

　　Hugh Dilcha scratched at his unkempt, unruly blonde hair, looked at the money, then up at Forsyth, and asked offhandedly:

　　”Is it true that you are involved in illegal gambling?

　　”I must tell you that this kind of gambling is surely a trap and a snare, letting you win only to make you lose more! Although you are a master juggler and have a chance to deceive them, similar gambles are likely to harbor other extraordinary people!”

　　”Stop, stop, stop!” Voorhees pressed his hands together and said in a good-natured and amused manner, “Do I look like the kind of person who would engage in illegal gambling?”

　　”Like!” Hugh replied without hesitation, “If I hadn’t stopped it, you wouldn’t even have simply smoked, you would have tried to smoke marijuana!”

　　That’s because the pain from the full moon ravings made me seek paralysis, that won’t happen now …… Forsyth didn’t argue with Hugh and explained directly:

　　”I sold the occult knowledge I have at a gathering of extraordinary people, heh, and the one was generous enough to offer a few hundred pounds.”

　　”So ah ……” Hugh instantly put the question just now behind him, and turned to say, “A new Extraordinary Person’s Gathering has recently appeared in the East End, and I was invited.”

　　”A new extraordinary person gathering?” Voorhees was stunned at first, and then became somewhat expectant.

　　Based on the words of her teacher, Dorian Gray, and Mr. Fool, she knew that Louis Vine was a divine messenger of the Aurora Society, and that this time he came to Bakerland, most likely to replace Mr. A, who had disappeared before, and rebuild the Aurora Society’s power in this metropolis, so there was a not-so-small possibility that he would disguise himself and make a new gathering of the extraordinary people. .

　　Forsythe thought about it and said to Hugh as if he didn’t mean it:

　　”Are you going to attend?”

　　”Of course, I have to prepare the ‘Inquisitor’ magic potion formula.” Hugh replied decisively.

　　Forsyth nodded his head and covered his mouth with a yawn:

　　”Remember to bring me along when you’re eligible to invite new members.”