Red Moon Street, St. Selena Church.

When Wang Changle passed through the quiet cloister and stepped into the church in the early morning again, his eyes fell from the relief of the goddess bathed in the golden light of the morning light on the wall into the hall. He raised his brows and suddenly felt a little interested.

I saw that the mass hall, which should have been empty on weekdays, was now filled with people who came to pray early.

Even though today is not the time for mass, and there are no clergymen in charge of reception on the high platform, it still cannot withstand the pious worship of the people.

I don't know if these people didn't go back last night or if they didn't sleep all night. In short, they all had dark circles under their eyes that couldn't be wiped off.

"They were naked, without food or clothing, and without shelter from the cold."

"They were soaked by the heavy rain and had no shelter, so they clung to the rock."

"But the night did not give up on them, giving them care and protecting their growth."

...

The prayers sung from the Bible were not weak at all, which was completely different from the solemn and sacred atmosphere preached by Edward before.

The way he clasped his hands and chanted a prayer seemed to be saying, 'As long as we pray to the statue of the goddess of the night, we will be blessed by the gods.' Wang Changle felt a little ridiculous inexplicably.

Of course, there are also sober-minded people here. Most of them just come to the church to vent their anger and seek news from the people around them through prayer.

"Oh, if Bishop Edward is still here, he will definitely protect me, a devout believer, from disasters in the name of the goddess!"

Just like the middle-aged man wearing a gray felt hat sitting in the last row of the bench.

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately attracted the attention of the noble ladies sitting in the front row. At the same time, the attention from all directions was cast, and even the surrounding prayers weakened a lot.

"My Goddess, Mr. William, what did you mean when you said 'Bishop Edward is still here'? Did something terrible happen after the incident with the goddess statue last night?"

"It turns out to be Mrs. Mitchell and Mrs. Cons., don't you, don't you know..."

"what do you know?!"

"Mr. William, the quality of your tobacco is quite good. I remember there is a business meeting in Enmat next week."

Mrs. Conce, who was wearing a black velvet mooncloth robe, just glanced at the somewhat flattering man and realized that the man sitting behind her was not a 'coincidence', but a special trip.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Kangs. May the crimson moon bless you. In fact, when I came back from Pulitzer Port this morning, I heard from the Foreign Affairs Officer that a cult group from the Southern Continent attacked last night."

"Ah~~~"

"Mitchell, shut up. You continue, I don't think everyone sitting here is paying attention to the process."

"Okay, Mrs. Conce, I heard that Bishop Edward died in the battle last night to protect the safety of Tingen City."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, the prayers in the mass hall were immediately covered up by whispers, and various speculations fluctuated.

Many praying people lowered their clasped hands, with expressions of disbelief, pity, or mourning on their faces. The huge church was filled with weak, sad, and helpless emotions.

Only Mrs. Conce, who was sitting on the bench, looked like she was thinking after pressing down the frightened Mitchell.

"It seems that the information Mr. William received is not comprehensive. Everyone, listen to me..."

Just when everyone was thinking about looking for answers from the clergy, Wang Changle had already walked in front of them, and the 'passion field' instantly covered the entire audience.

Gao Qiang's charm instantly attracted everyone's attention. He didn't want to stand up, but it would be a big loss if he didn't take advantage of the opportunity to harvest such huge negative emotions without leaving any trace.

"We are deeply saddened by the death of Bishop Edward, but with the joint efforts of Inspector Vion Smith and Bishop Flo, the cult has been completely destroyed, and there will no longer be any disaster in Tingen City."

"Is this news true? Who are you?"

"If this is true, that would be great. I don't want to be trampled to a pulp at night. That would be too painful."

"Hey, who says it's not? It's like that guy Kurt, what a great body, now..."

"I feel that what this gentleman said should be true. Thanks to the goddess's blessing, I feel much better."

"Me too...."

"Goddess, if you have any questions, you can go to the confessional in the afternoon and ask Pastor Stan. As you know, there were too many things last night, and Pastor Stan also needs to rest."

As he spoke, the power of Bo Xun's desire fully spread, and his emotions calmed down and restrained, all in one go.

Wang Changle moved forward step by step. When he reached the confessional room, all the emotional power of everyone's bodies had been absorbed into the [Dream Whispering Earrings].

After everyone left one after another, Wang Changle glanced at the seat behind him, which had long been vacated by Mrs. Kang. There was a smile in his eyes, and he did not expect to get an unexpected gain.

Mrs. Kangs, who was able to detect her own "Bosun's Desire" ability and left early, was at least an extraordinary person. She was also an extraordinary person who was not known by the major churches and was hiding in the dark.

However, what surprised Wang Changle the most was that the Selena Church had become so lively, and Vion Smith didn't even take any measures to stop or coordinate the situation. This was very abnormal.

It was so unusual that he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in his heart. After entering the confession room, he opened the secret door on the side wall and walked straight in.

The secret door slowly closed, and what appeared in front of Wang Changle's eyes was a secret passage that belonged exclusively to the 'Night Watcher', and it was also a secret passage that was engraved with a lot of Hermes language and ritual magic.

"Da da da."

Rushing footsteps echoed in the dark and long secret passage. When Wang Changle passed through the tightly guarded passage with the crimson seal, his uneasiness suddenly eased.

He soon arrived at the crossroads, turned right according to the instructions and climbed the stairs. Soon, a secret door appeared on the wall.

Wang Changle had just taken a breath and pushed the door open, when a cry-like roar instantly reached his ears.

"Vion Smith, no matter how much you say, it won't change the fact that you are a coward,"

"Nano, it's not what you think. Really, listen to me..."

"I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen anymore. In order to avoid the princess of the Castilla family, I have waited for you for so many years, but you didn't dare to take a step forward. Now Edward has given me the life I want."

, you come back and tell me he is dead."

"I..."

"Don't talk to me about the Spiritual Religion. Edward likes to show off, but he is not much more courageous than a rabbit. He will never be on the front line of the battle. If you want me to believe that the Spiritual Religion killed him, why not

Admit it to yourself.”

"What do you want me to admit? Do you want me to admit that my good partner and my fiancée got together after I left?"

"Get out, get out, Vion, kill him, you should know that I can use Edward's spirit to perform divination!"

"Ahem, I'm sorry to bother you, madam. Although I really don't want to get involved in the love life of the two of you, as a knight of the goddess of the night, I still want to say something fair."

Wang Changle had just made a crimson moon shape at four o'clock in front of him, and his charm attributes were fully released, which immediately stopped the quarrel between the two.

The next moment, an unknown expression and a furious and resentful gaze fell on him at the same time.

"Although Bishop Edward's death was related to Mr. Vion, he was not killed by Mr. Vion. To be precise, it was during the battle that Edward was attacked and killed in order to support Mr. Vion."

"Who are you? Why should I believe you?"

"Ms. Nano, haven't you already divined who I am? As for whether you believe it or not, that has nothing to do with me."

Wang Changle shrugged and smiled slightly at Nano's anger and Vian's nervous eyes.

The quarrel between the two just now made him understand not only where the sinister divination from before came from, but also the secret of Vion.

I have to say that when you are angry and quarreling, many words are thoughtless, and it is also the time when secrets are most likely to be exposed, especially when it is tainted with love.

He is not interested in this drama of "two women competing for a husband", but if he can use Vion Smith's identity as a basis to enter the Castilla family and gain benefits, Wang Changle is very willing to help.

"What I want to say is, if you have time to quarrel here, why not take care of the outside world? If the people's faith collapses, what kind of oracle do you think the noble goddess of the night will send down?!"

"You are that Odd. You said that people outside are panicking. How is this possible?"

"Maybe it's not possible. Just ask Pastor Stan. Don't you know everything? I think he will be very busy now. If you go to the station late, you may have to queue up."

"You! We'll talk about Vian and our affairs later. I'll go outside first and take a look. I'll leave this person to you."

"Man, to be honest, you are like the 'wind of Port Disi'. Thank you so much just now."

After Nano left, the frosty-faced Vian's breath also softened, and he said with some regret as he walked towards the back room.

After pouring some drinks from the bar, when he walked out unsteadily, he noticed that Wang Changle was still looking at him.

"There's been a lot going on in the past two days. Odd, do you want to enter the Chanis Gate to inquire about information when you come here this time?"

"Otherwise, after hearing about your love triangle, oh, no, it's the 'Warm Winter' story of a love triangle, I think I'm not that bored. By the way, I have to say that your wine is very good."

[Tip: You have gained 5 points of Vion Smith’s favor, and your current trust is 45/100.]

Wang Changle shrugged, took the wine from Vian, opened a downward staircase with a look on his face like "You know what you're doing", and walked down together.

In the spiraling corridor, after walking for ten seconds, a basement covering an area of ​​more than a thousand square meters appeared in front of you.

Just as Wang Changle frowned, Wei Ang's magnetic voice sounded in his ears.

"Don't look at the many bookshelves here, but they are only divided into two categories. One is files related to extraordinary events; the second is historical biographies related to extraordinary people. Odd, what do you want?

What are you looking for?"

"Don't worry, I have no interest in the extraordinary events of the past. I just came here to find a great being."

Wang Changle, who noticed the tentative mood in Wei Ang's tone, naturally understood the meaning of the words and drank the wine in one gulp.

"Oh, a great existence?! Can you tell me more specifically? I'm not afraid of making you laugh. I entered the Church of the Goddess of the Night and started working as an archivist. I'm very familiar with the books here."

"I only know his name. In the dream, he said his name was Alsuhod."

"What are you talking about? Odd, did you dream about the dragon of fantasy, Alsuhod?!"
To be continued...