Early in the morning, 160 Berklund Street.

Klein got up and washed up, and did not rush to open the door and went out. He walked four steps forward and entered the gray fog.

He immediately showed the "world" German Sparo, and let the dummy pray devoutly:

"Mr. Great 'fool', please tell Danitz two words:

“I need him to provide information about Sibairan, preferably with connections.

"And let him be careful about the people of the Dark Church recently."

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On the Golden Dream, Daniz, who saw the sun earlier than Beckland, was sitting in the shadows holding a glass of ale, avoiding the vicious light.

In another quarter of an hour, class was about to start again. The captain said that a qualified treasure hunter must master enough math knowledge... Alas, this is really a headache, but it is a bit expectant, shit! Danitz put one hand on his knee and drank a sip of beer.

At this moment, a fog filled his eyes, a blurred figure looking down at everything appeared, and the voice of German Sparrow echoed in his ears.

Information about Sibairan? Although we have gone there to find lost ancient treasures and met the natives of several tribes, it was just like that, and we couldn't say more... It's really troublesome, we have to run around again, why is German Sparrow so much? Danitz complained silently, then looked around vigilantly, afraid that the madman would suddenly jump out.

Taking a breath, thinking that he had to work hard to become stronger so that he would not be able to help the captain when he was in danger, so he could only hide behind shamelessly. Danitz slapped his face with his palm without a glass of wine for a few times, and suddenly turned over and stood up.

He immediately left the shadow position, found his companions such as "Iron" and "Bucket", and asked him about the situation in Sibairan. He should ask for advice on this matter, and got a nearly consistent answer:

"Captain Edwenna Edwards, or Anderson Hood, who had attended a bonfire party on the boat before."

I asked the captain if she would be suspicious, so that she felt that I had a secret and was secretly serving others... But that guy Anderson didn't know where he went, shit! Danitz was in a dilemma for a moment, and couldn't help but turn his mind away, considering the reminder from German Sparrow:

“Beware of the people in the night church!”

Danitz is not stupid. He knows that what can be emphasized by crazy adventurers will not be simple. In other words, he believes that he will most likely become the target of the Dark Night Church's focus on arresting and be chased by "Red Gloves" in the future!

In addition to the Night Church, the Storm Church and the military are also targeting me, and it is said that they each sent a whole team...Danitz thought with his heart trembling.

He quickly showed a mixed expression of doubt and bitterness, and whispered to himself:

"But I've never done anything..."

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After conveying the words collected by Sibairan's information to the "General of the Stars", Klein left the grey fog and returned to the real world. He started breakfast in no different ways than usual and took tutoring courses.

When he woke up in the afternoon, with the help of his personal servant Richardson, he changed into his formal outfit and boarded the carriage that had already been parked at the door.

"Go to St. Samuel's Cathedral." Klein half leaned against the wall of the cabin and ordered the coachman.

Considering that he still retained the identity of Dawn Dontes, he thought it would be best not to change his previous personality easily, so the frequency of going to St. Samuel's Church should not be reduced, and the donations should not be reduced.

Moreover, this can effectively remove certain suspicions. After all, it is hard for anyone to think that the "criminal" who sneaked into the Chanis Gate not only did not escape, but instead returned to the church in a swagger, as if nothing had happened... Thanks to Emperor Rossell, thanks to him for not plagiarizing criminal psychology, and not pointing out that many high-IQ criminals like to go back to the place where they commit crimes, appreciate their masterpieces and the helpless performances of others... Klein muttered a few words in his heart, picked up the black tea that Richardson made, and took a sip.

After moistening his throat, he glanced at his close male servant and asked casually:

"What is your deepest impression of Dongbailang and Sibailang?"

Richardson, who was sitting next to him, didn't ask the reason, thought for a while and said:

“East Bailang is more stable, and West Bailang is more chaotic.”

After the simple answer, Richardson turned his head and looked at the employer, and found that Dawn Dontes had half closed his eyes and looked like you continued to talk.

Richardson scratched his ear and said with thought:

"Also, poverty, hunger, and whipping, uh, the original people of Dongbailang and Sibailang once worshiped the Goddess of Death, but later, because of the favorable treatment of the Goddess, the Lord of the Storm, the Eternal Sun, and other righteous gods, who can gain status promotion and the protection of the church, have large-scale conversions.

"However, with the increase of converts, the special status soon disappeared, and many people at the bottom secretly worshiped the god of death.

"This is more chaotic Sibairan is more obvious, and the descendants of the god of death can always receive a lot of support...

"These are the occasional mentions of me, my father after he got drunk."

Klein listened quietly, without interrupting the story of his personal servant, nor asking anything more.

Soon, the carriage arrived outside St. Samuel's church. Crane first watched the flying of white doves in the square, then entered the large prayer hall, took off her hat, and handed it to Richardson, a close servant.

He found a seat at random, sat down, looked at the altar in the dark environment, looked at the "stars" and the dark holy emblem, and suddenly felt a little uneasy, embarrassed and unconfidence.

If he had guessed correctly, since he came into contact with the Holy Sword and made an oath, he should have been watched by the goddess. Every time he entered the church and pretended to pray, he felt like he was parading in the emperor's new clothes.

I don’t know what the goddess is like… what position the church is… Well, let’s test it first… Klein held his hands together, put them in front of his mouth and nose, and prayed seriously.

After seven or eight minutes, he slowly stood up, walked towards the offering box, took out 50 gold pounds of paper money, and threw it in devoutly.

After doing all this, Klein turned to the confessional room on the side and pushed the door open.

Unlike the oldest confessional room, a large wooden box with two doors, the modern confessional room is independent and has a spacious space. The confessor and the listening bishop are separated by a baffle made of wooden strips, each with seats.

Klein sat on the chair with the help of a faint light, and then heard the prosecutor behind the wooden baffle speak in a mellow voice:

"What do you want to say? The goddess favors every believer of His."

Klein then raised his right hand and pointed it clockwise in his chest and said:

"Praise the goddess.

"I want to confess that the military people came to me two days ago and hoped to sell a batch of guns and artillery to Sibailang to add some charcoal to the chaos there..."

After he finished speaking, the bishop behind the baffle did not respond for a moment, as if he was shocked by the smuggling of arms, and he didn't know how to organize the language for a while.

In the confession room, an embarrassing silence suddenly appeared.

This scares you? Have you never met a confessor who is so frank and direct? If I said I was planning a murder of the demigod together and avoiding the gaze of the "Mother Tree of Desire" and the "Real Creator", you wouldn't have to jump up? Klein whispered a few words in his heart and continued:

“I really enjoyed adventure when I was young, searching for wealth from iron, blood and fire, but now I am tired of it and hope for a peaceful future.

“I should have refused, but I couldn’t overcome my inner greed. It was a tempting enough business and helped me gain a foothold in the Bakerland upper class.

"I confessed, and I finally chose to be noisy and confusion."

The bishop behind the wooden bars finally responded and said softly:

"Don't be afraid, don't wander. Greed to a certain extent does not need to feel guilty, as long as you do not harm innocent people, do not commit the crimes recorded in the Scriptures.

"Go and do it, follow your heart and make the most desired choice. Only in this way can you truly recognize the teachings step by step and understand the true meaning of those words.

"No need to make things difficult, remember a sentence, no matter when, sincerely admitting mistakes and repenting are worthy of praise and forgiveness.

"May the goddess protect you."

"Praise the goddess!" Klein once again drew the crimson moon clockwise on his chest.

This time he came to St. Samuel's Church to take the opportunity of confession to inform the church about his arms business and see what they would react, so as to spy on the goddess' attitude towards him.

Without saying anything more, Crane slowly stood up, left the confessional room, and walked along the aisle to Richardson, a close-fitting servant.

At this moment, he saw a lady sitting in the corner of the large prayer hall. She was wearing a black robe with a hood, wearing blue eyeshadow and blush, and had a weird beauty. She was the former "spiritor" Dalee Simone.

Daly raised her head and also noticed Dawn Dontes's expression, and her expression suddenly became a little dazed, as if she had fallen asleep while praying just now and entered a dream.

Klein nodded almost imperceptibly, greeted politely, and then took the hat and cane handed over by his close servant Richardson, and walked out of the large prayer hall with his pace.

Dairy withdrew her gaze, looked down at the back of the chair in front, and slowly closed her eyes again.

Walking out of St. Samuel's Church, Klein stood on the edge of the steps and paused for two seconds.

In the big square ahead, the white doves all flew up, blocking the viewers' sight.

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Leonard, underground, heard that Dawn Dontes, who had been investigated before, was about to become a businessman who smuggled arms to Sibairan in cooperation with the government.

What exactly did he want to do? Leonard frowned again, completely unable to understand the undead monster's thoughts.

ps: Thank you to the loyal servant Wangcai for rewarding the Golden Alliance. This is really too much. When I come back from my trip, I will adjust it for a few days and I will add another chapter to express my gratitude.
Chapter completed!