The Mysterious King

Chapter 25 Church

While Azik was talking to himself, he glanced at Quentin Cohen

subconsciously, as if he wanted to seek tips and get inspiration.

Cohen, who has sunken eyes and dark blue eyes, shook his head without

hesitation:

"I have no impression."

"...Okay, maybe it's just that the roots of the words are similar." Azik put

down his left hand and laughed to himself.

Klein was slightly disappointed with this result, but he couldn't help but

add:

"Tutor, Mr. Azik, as you know, I am very interested in exploring and

restoring the history of the Quaternary Period. If you remember anything or get

additional information, can you write to me?"

"No problem." Because of what happened today, the silver-haired senior

associate professor Cohen was quite satisfied with Klein.

Azik also nodded and said:

"Is your address still the same as before?"

"Yes for the time being, but we are moving soon. I will write to you when

the time comes." Klein replied respectfully.

Senior Associate Professor Cohen shook his black cane and said:

"It's really time for a better environment."

At this time, Klein glanced at the newspaper in Azik's hand, considered it

and said:

"Tutor, Mr. Azik, what did the newspapers say about Welch and Naya? I

only knew a little bit from the police officer responsible for the investigation."

Azik was about to answer when Senior Associate Professor Cohen,who was

not too wrinkled, suddenly followed the gold chain on his black tuxedo and

took out a pocket watch.

Snap!

He pressed it open, took a look, and tapped his cane forward:

"The meeting is about to start, Azik, we can't delay any longer.Please give

the newspaper to Moretti."

"Okay." Azik handed the flipped newspaper to Klein, "We have to go

upstairs, remember to write, the addresses of Cohen and I have not changed, it

is still the office of the History Department of Hoy University, haha. "

He turned around with a smile and left the room with Cohen.

Klein took off his hat and saluted, watched the two gentlemen leave, and

then said goodbye to the owner of the office, Haven Stone. He walked along the

corridor and slowly walked out of the door of the gray three-story building.

In the sunshine, he lifted his cane, unfolded the newspaper, and saw:

"Tingen Morning Post".

There are so many newspapers and magazines in Tingen...Morning News,

Evening News, Candide Newspaper, Backlund Daily, Tasok News, Family

Magazine,Story Review...Klein thought about it casually, and his mind Seven or

eight names emerged from the list. Of course, some of them are not local and

come from "distribution" based on steam trains.

Today, as industrialized papermaking and printing become more

developed, the price of a newspaper has dropped to 1 penny, and its coverage

has become wider and wider.

Klein didn't look at other content carefully and quickly found the "Home

invasion, robbery and murder" report in the "News Page";

"...According to the police department, the scene in Mr. Welch's home was

horrific, and all gold, jewelry and banknotes were missing, as well as all

valuable and easily accessible items. Not even a copper penny was left. Reasons

to believe that this is a group of cruel and vicious gangsters who will not

hesitate to kill innocent people who see their appearance, such as Mr. Welch

and Ms. Naya."

"This is a violation of the laws of the Kingdom! This is a provocation to

public safety! No one wants to encounter something similar! Of course, the

good news is that the police department has identified the murderer and caught

the main culprit. We will provide follow-up reports as soon as possible ."

"Reporter, John Browning."

It has been processed and covered up... Klein walked on the avenue and

nodded invisibly.

He flipped through the newspaper casually, reading other news and

serialized stories as he strolled.

Suddenly, all the cold hairs on his back stood up, as if there were thin

needles pricking there.

Someone is watching me? Sizing me up? Spy on me?

Thoughts came to him one after another, and Klein had a vague

understanding.

When he was on Earth, he had felt invisible gaze before, and finally

discovered the source of the gaze, but never before had his reaction been so

clear and his "conclusion" as clear as now!

The same thing happened in the memory fragments of the original owner,

too!

Was it time travel, or was it that strange "transport ritual" that made my

"sixth sense" stronger?

Klein resisted the urge to look for those who were looking at him, and

learned from the novels, movies, and TV series he had read. He slowly paused,

put away the newspaper, and looked towards the Hoy River.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head slightly as if looking around at

the scenery, and then turned around naturally, taking in the surrounding

situation.

There is no one here except trees, lawns, and students passing by in the

distance.

However, Klein was sure that someone was still watching him!

this......

Klein's heartbeat quickened, and his blood flowed in spurts along with the

intense popping sound.

He unfolded the newspaper and half-covered his face, fearing that

someone would notice something wrong with his expression.

At the same time, he tightened his grip on his cane and prepared to draw

his g*n.

One step, two steps, three steps, Klein moved forward slowly, just like

before.

He still felt like he was being spied on and being looked at, but there was no

sudden danger.

After walking down the boulevard with a slightly stiff body, he arrived at

the waiting point for the public carriage.Fortunately, he found that one was

coming.

"Iron...Zote...no, Champagne Street." Klein continued to deny his thoughts.

He initially planned to go home directly, but he was afraid of attracting the

snooping person who did not know the purpose or good or bad to the

apartment. Then he wanted to go to Zotland Street and ask the "night watcher"

or colleagues for help, but he was also worried that the other party was in the

apartment. To scare the snake away and expose myself, I had no choice but to

pick a random location.

"Six pence," the toll collector replied knowingly.

Klein didn't take the gold pounds with him when he went out today.He put

them in the place where he was used to hiding money. He only took out two soli

banknotes. He also spent the same amount of money when he came here before

and had exactly 1 soli left on him. 6 pence, so he took out all the coins and gave

them to the toll collector.

After getting on the carriage, he found a seat and sat down. As the door

closed, Klein felt that the uneasy feeling of being watched finally disappeared!

He exhaled slowly, feeling his hands and feet trembling slightly.

what to do?

What to do next?

Klein looked out the carriage window and tried his best to think of a

solution.

If the purpose of the snoop is not clear, treat it as malicious!

Ideas emerged one after another, but were rejected one by one by Klein. He

had never experienced anything similar before, and it took him several minutes

to find an idea.

The "Nighthawks" must be informed, only they can truly solve the trouble!

But you can't go directly like this, otherwise it will be exposed. Maybe this

is the other party's purpose...

Following this line of thinking, Klein roughly formulated one plan after

another, and his ideas gradually became clear.

call!

He exhaled, regained his basic composure, and looked carefully at the

rapidly receding scenery outside the window.

No accident happened until the carriage arrived on Champagne Street, but

as soon as Klein opened the door and got out of the car, he immediately felt the

uneasy feeling of being stared at again!

He pretended not to notice anything, picked up the newspaper, carried his

cane, and walked slowly towards Zotraland Street.

However, he did not enter that street, but went around to Red Moon Street

on the back, where there was a beautiful white square and a cathedral with a

steeple!

Church of Santa Selina!

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

As a believer, it is not strange to come to attend Mass and pray on a day off.

This cathedral has an obvious earth-like Gothic style, with an overall black

color. The facade is a tall, mottled bell tower, which is located on a huge central

buttress between red and blue lattice windows, inserted into the sky.

Klein walked into the church and walked along the aisle towards the large

prayer hall. Along the way, the narrow high windows inlaid with blue and red

fine patterns let in wisps of dyed light. The blue was almost black and the red

was almost like black. The moon makes the surrounding area extremely dark.

The feeling of being watched disappeared again. Klein's expression was as

usual, without any joy, and he walked step by step outside the large open prayer

hall.

There are no high windows here, and the deep darkness becomes the

protagonist. But behind the arched altar, on the wall facing the door, there are

more than ten or twenty fist-sized round holes that penetrate to the outside,

letting in the brilliant and pure sun. The radiance shines in, condensed and

bright.

It's like a pedestrian in the dark night who suddenly looks up and sees the

starry sky and the bright stars, which are so sublime, so pure, and so sacred.

Even though he had always believed that gods could be studied and

understood, Klein couldn't help but lower his head.

In the low and gentle voice of the bishop, he walked quietly along the aisle

that separated the left and right seats, found a seat that was empty and close to

the passage, and sat down slowly.

Leaning his cane against the back of the chair in front of him, Klein took off

his top hat, placed it on his thighs along with the newspaper, then clasped his

hands together and placed them against his drooping forehead.

He did the whole process slowly and orderly, just like praying for real.

Klein closed his eyes and quietly listened to the bishop's voice in his dark

vision:

"They were n***d, without food or clothing, and without shelter from the

cold."

“They were soaked by the heavy rain and clung to the rock because they

had no shelter."

"They are mothers whose children have been taken away from them, they

are orphans who have lost hope, they are poor people who have been forced to

leave the right path."

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

...(Note 1)

The echoes overlapped and the sounds reached his ears. Klein's vision

turned dark, and his mind felt as if it was being cleansed.

He calmly realized this until the bishop finished his sermon and ended the

mass ceremony.

The bishop opened the door of the confessional next to him, and

gentlemen and ladies lined up.

Klein opened his eyes, put on his top hat, picked up his cane and

newspaper, stood up and lined up in an orderly manner.

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

Stepping in and closing the door behind his back, Klein's eyes became dark

again.

"Child, what do you want to say?" The bishop's voice came from behind the

baffle made of wooden strips.

Klein took out the "Special Operations Department Seventh Group" badge

from his pocket and handed it to the bishop through the gap.

"Someone is following me. I want to find Dunn Smith." As if being infected

by the darkness, his tone became softer.

The bishop took the badge and said after a few seconds of silence:

"The door to the confessional is to the right. At the end, there is a secret

door next to it. Someone will guide you after you enter."

As he spoke, he pulled a rope in the room, allowing a certain priest to hear

the sound of a bell ringing.

Klein took back the badge, took off his top hat, put it on his chest, bowed

slightly, then turned around and pushed open the door.

After confirming that the feeling of being watched no longer occurred, he

put on his black top hat again, held his cane without any unnecessary

expression on his face, turned to the right, and walked to the arched altar.

On the wall facing the side, he found the secret door, opened it silently, and

stepped 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 going on?" the middle-aged pastor asked briefly.

Klein showed his badge and repeated what he just said to the bishop.

The middle-aged pastor asked no more questions, turned around, and

walked forward in silence.

Klein nodded, stroked his top hat, held a black cane, and followed the other

party quietly.

Roxanne said that on the left at the crossroads leading to Porta Chanis is

the Church of St.Selena.

Note 1: Adapted from Chapter 24 of the Book of Job in the Old Testament.