Mystery: The High-Dimensional Overlooker.

If Audrey didn't have extraordinary abilities, she would have been killed by the aftermath of Mr. X's attack. Although her body was still trembling, she was determined to improve her sequence.

A Sequence Five could almost kill her... Audrey couldn't help but think of the disasters in various mysterious stories, what if it happened to her parents...

Every time Audrey thought of this, her body couldn't help but tremble. She suddenly felt out of breath, and the source of this pressure came from strength.

At the same time, she is also preparing to question Gao Wei about the Aurora Society's operation at the next Tarot meeting - why on earth is this operation planned?

Audrey felt a pang of pain in her heart when she thought of her friends, those dead young nobles.

However, Gray Lint was seriously injured and was now being dragged for treatment by the Extraordinary who arrived. After all, he had been fighting with Mr. However, his act of protecting Audrey before Klein arrived was commended by Earl Hall, so he was not in a bad mood.

Moreover, the mission assigned to him by His Highness the Overlooker has also been completed - Gray Lint vowed that he must get a magical melee item that he can carry with him so that he will not be without weapons when facing danger like today. It works.

Seeing this tragic scene, Earl Hall couldn't help but lose control of his emotions. After comforting his young daughter, he took a deep breath and walked to Klein's side. He solemnly said to Klein:

"Thank you so much for what happened today. Your Excellency saved Audrey. I only have one daughter, Audrey."

Klein quickly responded: "This is our duty as Nighthawks."

"But no matter what, I can't forget you killing the criminals and saving Audrey." Earl Hall thought for a moment, preparing to build a good relationship with the Night Watchman Deacon in front of him. "How about this, please help me pass on a message to Bishop Anthony. To thank the Goddess for her protection, I will personally donate a church to her in Backlund."

The money spent to build a church would make Count Hall feel a little sad, but there were not many opportunities to establish a good relationship with the Church of the Night. He had to seize every opportunity to increase his power. What's more, he was indeed grateful to the Nighthawks of the Church of the Night for saving his daughter.

Earl Hall also has some knowledge about the promotion path of the Church's Extraordinary, which is also a great merit for Klein - in addition to the Church of Night, this is also a kind of goodwill shown by Earl Hall to Klein. After all, even members of the church need money to maintain their lives.

"May the goddess bless you."

Klein sincerely tapped his chest four times, drawing a "Crimson Moon," clearly understanding Earl Hall's intention. Earl Hall didn't say much, merely forcing a smile before going about other matters.

Klein let out a long breath and finally saw three familiar figures walking towards him.

"Excuse me, are you the Red Glove member who handled this incident?" Dunn extended his hand and said to Klein, "My name is Dunn Smith, and I'm the Beyonder sent by the church to handle this incident."

Considering the opponent's strength, Dunn's words were very polite. Klein barely controlled his expression, but the mask covered his face. Klein took a deep breath and said to Dunn, "Nice to meet you. My code name is 'Professor'. You can apply for my information from the church later."

"I understand." Dunn nodded: "Let's deal with things here first. Archbishop Anthony wants to see you, and then we'll ask you to go back to the church with us."

Leonard tilted his head suspiciously and asked Pales:

"Old man, why do I feel that this person looks familiar?"

Today is the second chapter, and I still need to pay off my previous debt with two more chapters.

I'll try my best to finish the three chapters. I have some things to do in the evening, so I don't think I can finish them.

Chapter 90 Return to Night

Watching the three skillfully handling church affairs, Klein couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity. However, when he was bored and watching Dunn and the others, he noticed that a certain fake poet seemed to be looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze, which made Klein feel a pang in his heart.

Could it be that Leonard recognized me? That's impossible.

Come to think of it, how was my previous pension calculated...hiss, I'm not actually dead, but the church shouldn't require me to return the eight thousand pounds, right?

Klein, who felt he had defrauded his pension, suddenly felt guilty. By the time the three of them finished handling the matter there, the night was already very dark. He looked at Leonard and others walking over and slowly stood up.

"I've kept you waiting for a long time," Dunn said to Klein in a deep voice.

Klein shook his head gently. "It's okay. I'm used to waiting."

What Klein meant was to wait for the day when he could reveal his identity again and reunite with people he knew well; but Dunn misunderstood what Klein meant, and couldn't help but feel a little admiration in his heart:

"You lurk in the Aurora Society without being discovered. Naturally, you need to have a lot of patience." Dunn nodded four times on his chest and showed a tired smile. He looked at Klein in front of him and said, "On my own behalf, I pay tribute to you."

"?" Klein was confused for a moment and followed Dunn into the carriage on the street. He thought for a moment before realizing what Dunn was referring to.

You don't think I had a hard time "lurking" in the Aurora Society...

Oh no, actually I'm doing pretty well... Um, am I a double agent?

Klein smiled awkwardly, silently pursing his lips. Fortunately, the mask on his face obscured Klein's expression, making it seem less awkward.

Sitting in the car, Klein felt relaxed for the first time in a long time. He looked at the silver rings shining on the fingers of Dunn and Daly, who were sitting together, and the hands they held together. He looked at Leonard's movements of slightly tilting his head from time to time, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

so good……

No one sacrificed, even in the face of danger, but they all found happiness...

very nice.

……

"Old man, I think this person is a little strange." Leonard once again asked Pales in his mind in a strange tone. Pales laughed and did not answer much.

He felt multiple blessings from the masked man in front of him who was distracted from time to time.

He was favored by the Goddess of Night, the True Creator, and a great being he did not know. Pales even felt that Amon was trying to leave a breath of favor on him - but Amon did not succeed, and was instead driven away by the breath left by the Goddess of Night and the True Creator.

"Hey, old man, why don't you say something?" Leonard didn't hear a response and urged Pales in his mind in dissatisfaction. Pales snorted coldly and said to Leonard:

"According to what you said before, he may be the protagonist of this era."

"Also, you have to respect the elderly, you know? You have to respect the elderly! I am now..."

The last time Pales had seen someone so deeply favored was when he'd been hiding from Amon, when he'd met Roselle Gustav. He knew Roselle, the "Son of Steam," had built a vast empire and ultimately ascended to godhood as the Black Emperor. So, what would be the ultimate achievements of this man blessed by the three gods?

Although Pales didn't know why Amon was harassing the man before him, he felt that this unfortunate individual, under Amon's gaze, would likely not live long. If he could escape Amon's parasitism, he might have a chance to advance further up the ladder, but Pales believed that was unlikely.

How could it be so easy to escape being targeted by Amon? Pales thought, cursing in his heart:

How many lives do you have? Do you think you can escape from Amon?

He thought for a while and hid his body more secretly.

Ahem, life is important, life is important...

However, when Leonard heard Pales' words, he lowered his head in disappointment. He recalled what he said to Klein when he was in the second grade of middle school:

"This is how the two protagonists meet, and the wheels of fate begin to roll..."

Klein...we have never been the protagonist...

Leonard looked out the window dejectedly. Pales' words reminded him of Klein again.

After a long time, when the carriage slowly stopped, Leonard was still immersed in his thoughts. Seeing that Leonard didn't hear Dunn's call, Pales couldn't help but remind him:

"It's time to get off."

Leonard suddenly woke up, looked at Dunn who was looking at him helplessly under the carriage, smiled awkwardly but politely, and turned over to get out of the carriage. Pales couldn't help but wonder: What did this silly boy exchange for his IQ...

"Sorry..." Leonard said to Dunn with a somewhat forced smile.

Dunn sighed, patted Leonard on the shoulder, and led a few people towards the church. Leonard stood there in a daze for a while, then followed Dunn forward.

As Klein walked, he looked around and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

After walking to the back of the church, Dunn knocked on the door gently and said to the people inside: "Bishop Anthony, the 'Professor' is already here. Can I come in now?"

"Please come in."

An old but powerful voice reached Dunn's ears. Dunn nodded, pushed the door open, and walked in with Klein. Klein looked at Anthony Stevenson standing in front of the window and was suddenly surprised:

The old man who had sent him the appointment documents before turned out to be the archbishop of the Church of the Goddess of the Night...

"Ah, we meet again, Professor Moriarty."

Anthony said gently to Klein: "No one will be paying attention here now, so please feel free to take off the mask. You have worked hard to lurk in a dangerous place like the Aurora Society."

Thinking that he had already disguised himself and had Mr. A use flesh and blood magic to help adjust the position of his facial features, Klein no longer hesitated.

He then took off the pure white mask on his face and hung it around his waist, revealing a face that looked nothing like "Klein Moretti" at first glance - for those familiar with Klein, the slight adjustments on his face were enough to make them feel that "Sherlock Moriarty" and "Klein Moretti" did not look alike.

Of course, if you look carefully, there is a high probability that Klein will reveal his secret. He is not yet a "faceless man" and is not expert in disguises on his face.

"It's you..." Leonard suddenly thought of the young man he had seen at the banquet before - in fact, even thinking about it now, his True Creator Talisman Jumping Face and Flame Jumping Jumping Jumping all the way from Amon The escape operation of his men really made Leonard feel explosive.

Why are some people so skilled at escaping?

So he's only Sequence Seven... So how on earth did he manage to single-handedly take down Mr. X? Did he successfully contract the Goddess's "holy object" at Sequence Seven? Leonard's face turned as if he had seen a ghost when he thought of this.

Please forgive Leonard's mental breakdown. After all, he had been tricked by the plan of Ins Zangwill, who was still a Sequence Five at the time, and was completely powerless to fight back. No one would have thought that a Sequence Seven could kill a Sequence Five head-on.

Klein was debating whether to wear a monocle on his left eye. Amon's sudden appearance had left a deep psychological trauma on him. After a moment's hesitation, Klein finally put his monocle on his left eye. He looked up at Leonard, his lips curled slightly.

"Ah, you're the 'poet' from that day. I didn't expect you're also a Beyonder and a member of the Nighthawks."

"So..." Leonard was about to ask, but Anthony Stevenson interrupted Leonard softly and gently, saying to him:

"Ahem, let's talk about it later. I have something to tell you."

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Thinking of what he had done, Leonard suddenly blushed and couldn't help but take two steps back and retreated behind Dunn. Klein nodded slightly and waited for Anthony's next words:

"Please tell me."

Anthony looked at the four people in front of him, looked at Klein in front of him and said gently:

"Professor Moriarty, I asked you to come here to discuss your subsequent arrangements. Ahem, you're currently lurking within the Aurora Society. Can you tell us what you discovered before this incident?"

It was the Goddess of the Night who asked Archbishop Anthony to send me the documents. She and the True Creator should have some cooperation. It should be okay for me to talk about these things in the Church of the Night... Klein cleared his throat and prepared to pick something unimportant. The message was told to four people:

"As far as I know, the Aurora Society no longer acts as randomly as before, and their members seem to have regained some sense."

Klein considered it and said: "Moreover, the Aurora Society will now require members to submit applications before approval before taking action. This incident seems to be Mr. I saw Mr.

"Finally, the Aurora Club seems to be struggling internally over its current practices. Mr. X, for example, is unwilling to abandon his previous ways."

"This is quite formal... Why does it look like a church?" Leonard couldn't help but whisper to himself.

However, he thought his voice was only audible to him, but in reality, Anthony, a Sequence 3, heard it clearly. Anthony Stevenson tilted his head slightly and glanced at Leonard, as if wondering how this kid had gotten to Sequence 6.

He coughed, "I see."

"Professor Moriarty, then you should continue to complete your mission. Don't worry about the situation in the church." Anthony smiled and instructed Klein, "It is not convenient for you to collect your salary as a Beyonder during your mission. I will exchange it for the merits you have accumulated in the church. You can directly exchange it for your subsequent potions in the future."

"Of course, this mission will also be converted into merit for you."

"Also, you are now nominally on Dunn's team. If you have any problems later, you can contact him directly."

Klein nodded. "Thank you, Bishop Anthony."

"It's okay." Anthony Stevenson tapped his chest four times, creating a "Crimson Moon" pattern. He whispered to Klein in front of him:

"May the Goddess bless you on your way forward."

Klein and others also bathed in the moonlight and silently drew a crimson moon on their chests.