Chapter 186 The Lord cares a lot

January 5, 9 a.m. Wednesday.

Klein, who had a gray scarf wrapped around his neck, arrived at Rose Pier with his suitcase and cane.

The White Agate is anchored there, which is extremely large compared to humans, and is said to be able to ride hundreds of passengers. It has a strong characteristic of this era. The chimney and sail stand side by side. There are 12 artillery guns and corresponding artillery positions on both sides of the ship. This is a must for preventing pirates and peers.

Under the arrangement of Captain Ellancag, the selected strong sailors and crew lined up at the gangway, and some even deliberately exposed legal revolvers, rifles and sabers. This made the guests who boarded the ship feel a lot more secure and no longer feared the next nine-day journey.

Klein stood below, looked up and walked up the hanging ladder in the undulating blue water.

As soon as he stepped on the deck and had not yet entered the cabin, Klein saw the lady standing on the deck independent of the crowd from the corner of his eye.

She had chestnut hair that was long enough to her waist, naturally covered with olive green dress, an old-fashioned black hat, and a fine gauze hanging down to cover her face. Although she couldn't see her appearance clearly, she could tell from the lady's pretty figure that she was definitely an excellent beauty.

But I don't know if it's an illusion, but Klein always feels that she seems to be observing herself intentionally.

This thought came to my mind, and the next second, Klein saw the other party leave the deck and enter the cabin.

"It must be because I'm overthinking."

However, he has been to the painting world of Aurora Society once, so the other three major churches of Orthodox God should be his first choice.

On the lady's shoulder, a blue doll with a pointed hat and small body flew out quietly and sat down on the edge of the coffee table.

Even if he does not die, the Dark Saint will personally kill him to avoid delaying the Lord's plan because of him.

Time passed by minute by minute. After listening to the sermon, the believers slowly stood up, walked towards the altar, bowed to the bishop with very short hair, and then came to the dedication box next to them to put in the prepared cash.

Archbishop St. Anthony explained with a smile:

"Your Excellency, you should still remember Bernady Gustav, the founder of the Dawn of Elements."

But Embers wanted to enter the painting world rather than rob. For those who are unknown and secret organizations like Element Dawn, Embers didn't even know who the organization had and where they were, so they naturally could not contact them and entered the painting world they had.

Mr. x came to Beckland without permission and crossed the line to hunt down members of the Abraham family, which was a violation of the rules.

“Start from the Church of Orthodox God.”

Yu Chen pondered for two seconds and spoke slowly:

What's more, he's involved there, even if he dies, he'll die in vain-

The petite doll raised her head, exposed her eyes under the pointed hat, and said calmly:

"He has the blessing of the golden tree, but he is not a fading person, nor is this a junction."

Archbishop St. Anthony smiled and reached out to hold him together.

"No."

“Just observe.”

Embers took a carriage to Pesfell Street in the North District.

"Praise my Lord!"

"Why do you pay attention to him?"

Archbishop St. Anthony nodded slightly, and did not make any suggestions for Yuchen's decision. He smiled and said, "I will contact the heads of other churches, and please wait patiently for a while. When there is a result, I will notify you as soon as possible."

The Dark Saint silently watched Mr. A complete his prayer, and then asked:

“Has something happened recently?”

"sure."

This is based on family conditions and is also a symbol of class and status. Therefore, middle-class and rich people are usually happy to donate more money to show that they are in a different class from the common people.

"goodbye."

——

In a secret house in Queens, Beckland.

"No."

Archbishop St. Anthony was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that Embers still did not want to enter the painting world retained by the church now.

In the basement of the house, which is as spacious as a temple, several candles shaking the yellow flames, illuminating the altars, chairs, round tables and a statue that is nearly 3 meters long. It is a hanging person with legs tied by chains and connected upwards. The hanging person has the unique vertical single eyes of the giant, with his arms stretched across, and arranged into a cross.

Bernady looked at the petite doll in front of him and asked softly:

It was an old man, wearing a black and red clergy robe, with a face without any wrists and deep eyes, and was Archbishop St. Anthony.

After pausing for a second, he slowly said, "This is the Lord's instructions."

First class cabin is the best room on board, with a living room of about thirty square meters, connecting a master bedroom and three servant rooms, a separate bathroom, a standard wardrobe and a desk made of mahogany.

Ember slowly stood up, reached out his hand to the pilgrimage to Archbishop Anthony, and whispered, "Goodbye, Archbishop Anthony."

So he just sat there, quietly watching the believers lined up to donate, and then left the church.

The dark saint's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was indifferent:

"Don't worry about him, they crossed the boundary by themselves, and even if they die, they will not blame us. If he comes to take responsibility again, let him come to me directly and I will explain to him personally. In addition, don't break the contact there, and that person may still use us next time."

Mr. A sensed the person coming and lowered his head respectfully.

Although the painting world is one of the foundations of the Orthodox Church and is usually kept in the churches of the major Orthodox Churches, outsiders are not completely inaccessible to contact. Especially the night churches that are also Orthodox Churches, which are not difficult to negotiate.

For example, if the painting world preserved by the Church of God of Knowledge and Wisdom is negotiated by the people of the Church of Eternal Sun and the Church of Storm, they will definitely be driven out directly by the people of the Church of God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

"good."

"Dark Saint."

The embers looked at the altar, and the bright sunshine pierced through the stained glass sprinkled pure and faint highlights on it. They were connected with the surrounding environment that was nearly dark, intertwined with light and darkness, and turned into a noble starry sky.

There is a pure black church here, with a bell tower on each side, showing a symmetrical beauty. It is the headquarters of the Parish of Beckland, the Goddess of the Night, located in St. Samuel Church.

This is not a compulsive act, but it has become a routine. And believers are happy to donate to the church, which makes them feel pious enough. However, the amount of donations from different classes is different. The common people are about a few pennies at a time, the middle class is three to five Sule, and the rich and nobles are counted in gold pounds.

At the edge of the light, in the extremely dark place, a figure seemed to exist and was sometimes shaking and sometimes stretching, a thin layer without thickness, like a shadow that came alive.

He probably read too much of Rossell's diary, which made him have such irrelevant thoughts.

Bernadai nodded slightly. They didn't originally plan to go out to sea on this ship.

Although the Secret Saint is both a demigod of the Aurora Society and the Dark Saint, and there is no friction between the two sides. On the contrary, there have been several times when both sides are quite satisfied with their cooperation, but when it comes to matters involving the "Lord", no one has to stand aside.

As time passed, even the bishop with short black hair had left, leaving only the embers in the church.

After all, the original purpose of this organization was to fight against the Asceticism of Morse. It mastered the Hermit and the Wheel of Destiny, combined the elements of various schools of mysticism, and had its own theory. The members were good at casting spells and mastered many ancient witchcrafts - but they only did not have their own gods.

Mr. A recalled carefully and shook his head and said, "Since George III was assassinated and the royal family cut off contact with us, there has been no contact with us anymore. I have also sneaked into the ruins, but nothing was discovered. The ruins seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, leaving no traces."

In addition to the church, there are five paintings in the world preserved by other forces, which belong to the three major Orthodox churches, namely the Church of the Earth, the Church of Steam and Machinery, and the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom, as well as the Aurora Society and the Dawn of Elements.

Among the forces that have the painting world, Famous Dawn is undoubtedly the weakest, and even in the secret organization, Famous Dawn's strength is the last.

Archbishop St. Anthony could feel the confusion of the embers, which was a loss of direction and motivation. He had seen many such people, who had mostly made their lives a mess due to family and career changes. They didn't know what to do, and came to the church in a daze, seeking confession and guidance.

St. Anthony could clearly feel the difference between the embers and others. He was a little confused, but he did not lose his direction. This was undoubtedly a little contradiction, and it also surprised and puzzled St. Anthony, not knowing what the favored ones really wanted and what they were looking for.

Klein shook his head, not too entangled.

But soon, another figure came out from the door on the back of the large prayer hall.

Bernadai didn't know what the fading person was, nor did he know the border, but he still understood and said softly:

"His name is German Sparo, but this is a fake identity. Does he have anything to do with Wang?"

“You did a great job.”

Mr. A's expression suddenly became fanatical, and his hands were raised:

The petite doll's two arms folded together and said calmly:

"The king trusts him."

Mr. A, wearing a black robe with a hood, knelt in front of the statue, hiding in the darkness and whispering something piously.

Of course, even the Church of Orthodox God depends on people-

St. Anthony walked towards the same row of seats as Embers and sat down at the next position, just like chatting with a friend, and smiled:

"Your Excellency, you seem to need help?"

"Feature dawn?"

He suddenly asked:

"Article Anthony, can the church's painting world allow outsiders to enter?"

"Do you need me to do something?"

Of course, this is just a metaphor.

The embers did not teleport, and walked into the church and walked through the quiet corridor. In the high sunlight that was rare in winter, pierced through the stained glass, they came to the large prayer hall. It was very dark, making people feel peaceful involuntarily. The believers sat on rows of black seats with backrests, and focused on praying to the goddess.

Ember shook his head gently and said slowly, "I mean the painting world of other churches."

But Embers are not a believer of the goddess and do not intend to donate money.
To be continued...