Chapter 181 The vampire who recites the scriptures
Mr. White, who has a mature and elegant temperament, looks out the window anxiously from time to time, and is often stimulated by the sunshine that can break through the dust and fog, and has been huddled in the shadow of the living room.
Klein took out his pocket watch from his coat pocket and glanced at it briefly.
After some negotiation, Mr. White agreed to temporarily hand over some of Emlyn's items to him for use in breaking the eucalyptus, and entrusted his wife to go home and take out those items.
This included, some photos, and some intimate items about his hobbies.
Finally, when Klein drank his third glass of water and began to think about whether to go to the bathroom, there was a knock on the door.
"It should be my wife who is here."
Mr. White, who had not touched anything since entering the house, stood up on his own initiative and followed Klein towards the porch.
Unlike when she left, Mrs. White, who was holding a paper bag in her hand, also held an umbrella, completely hiding herself under the shade created by the umbrella.
Madam, if you and your husband really don’t want to be suspected, then why don’t you choose to come in the afternoon?
Who would hold an umbrella when the sun is not so fierce... The corners of Klein's mouth slightly raised, making way for the Whites who were hurriedly taking the umbrella from his wife's hands.
Sitting down again, Mrs. White pushed the paper bag in her arms onto the table, and then took out two photos from her coat pocket.
Klein looked at the two photos of Emlyn White from different periods on the table.
One picture is almost consistent with the image of the red-eyed young man he saw in his dream, while the other picture is relatively mature. According to Mr. White, this seems to be the way his son was dressed when he applied for a job in the hospital, and he looks tougher than his original appearance.
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Although it was unlikely that he would use these photos, Klein still pretended to look at them for a long time, silently familiarizing himself with dozens of numbers, and then picked up the paper bag on the table. His hands that were still a little strong suddenly stopped.
one time.
Wait, this feeling, what is it?
Separated by a thin layer of kraft paper, Klein's hands stroked along the raised unevenness. With a little force of his fingers, he actually found the shape of human joints?
Could it be said that Emlyn White's so-called art is more perverted?
No, if that's the case, then it's impossible for these two couples to give me such a thing.
It can't be because of the difference in common sense between vampires and humans that they think this is not a problem, right?
Klein's face gradually darkened. He tried his best to keep the smile on his lips, and with his body muscles on guard, he slowly pulled out something hidden in the paper bag.
Ah~ Sure enough, the evil vampire hid something shady in the paper bag.
Klein looked at the lifelike facial features in his hand, with blond hair and blue eyes, a handsome and heroic female doll, and a silver full-body armor. The "Joker"'s self-control ability gradually collapsed, and its mouth opened wide.
I am super, two-dimensional!
There is a saying that Klein Moretti, or Zhou Mingrui, never thought that after time traveling, he would be able to see something more familiar to him than what Huang Tao, the senior time traveler, had plagiarized.
Isn't this Saber?
If we're not in the same world, aren't we afraid that Xingyue will sue you for infringement?
He could think with his toes that this was definitely a product of Emperor Russell's spread of earth culture, and this poor Emlyn White should be one of the victims.
After gently placing the puppet in his hand on the table and shaping it, Klein smiled a little stiffly.
"Mr. White, are you sure this is the artwork your son always likes?"
"Yes." Mr. White, who had soft features and a strong academic temperament, coughed lightly and nodded.
The spiritual vision was turned on silently. Klein glanced at the items on the table and confirmed that it was just an ordinary work of art, not some terrifying taboo doll made from the human body.
It seems that the earth's overly rich cultural industry has poisoned my brain... Klein shook his head with some self-denial at first, and then picked up the two photos that had been left out.
"Please rest assured that I will do my best to help you find your son."
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Watching the couple with scarlet eyes who stood out in the crowd get into the carriage, Klein waved his hand before closing the door.
I seem to have mastered another little occult skill in the future... He breathed a long sigh of relief and slowly walked back to the living room where Emlyn White-related items were placed.
In the future, if you meet someone with scarlet eyes and good looks, you can first observe his hobbies and habits. If they are contrary to ordinary people, he must be a vampire!
The puppet knight in silver armor pointed majestically into the distance with his sword. Klein silently stared at her delicate and vivid facial features, coughed lightly, and then like a thief, stuffed everything on the table into a paper bag and walked towards
Direction of bathroom.
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At noon, the golden church absorbs the temperature of the sun. The holy emblem of life engraved on the spire and outer wall exudes invisible gentleness. Symbols such as ears of wheat, flowers and springs surround the simple baby in the center, which is similar to the surrounding ones.
The architectural styles are completely different.
Klein looked at this small church that was incompatible with the tone of the industrial city of Backlund and found that there seemed to be not many believers in it.
The size of this church is not even as large as St. Samuel's Church in Tingen... He held the paper bag in his arms, tapped his cane on the ground, and walked in from the main entrance step by step.
In the church hall, rows of empty seats are arranged neatly. Directly facing the door is a huge Holy Emblem of Life. Even at noon, the candles on both sides are all lit, and the candlelight surrounds the altar in the center.
A tall bishop was kneeling here devoutly, his deep voice echoing in the air.
Just looking at his back, and just from the muscle lines protruding from his back and the corners of the broad bishop's robe, Klein could feel a strong sense of oppression from this bishop who was as huge as a hill.
Are all the people in Earth Church so “simple”?
I had only heard before that they encouraged believers and priests to cultivate the land themselves, experience the joy of harvest, and hone themselves on the journey of life.
I thought it was just a rhetoric at first, but I didn't expect their priest to be so outrageous... Klein looked at the muscle lines of the bishop prostrate in front of the altar in a daze, and swallowed silently.
Take a sip of saliva.
Suddenly, the calm Xiaoshan regained his breath.
The tall, muscular bishop stood up slowly and looked at the visitor behind him.
Although no sound was produced during this process, Klein's spirituality was still keen to capture an abnormal change.
The moment the bishop stood up, the whole church seemed to be shaking.
The bishop with light and sparse eyebrows, fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and light blue eyes slowly moved forward, looked at Klein, and said in a gentle tone:
"Welcome to the church of the Mother Goddess. Whether you believe in it or not, as the mother of the earth and her descendants, we welcome every creature in need of help."
"Are you the bishop of this church?" Klein looked at this middle-aged and elderly man of ridiculous height and unconsciously stood up straighter.
The tall bishop shook his head, his gentle tone inconsistent with his strong figure.
"My name is Utravsky. I prefer others to call me Father."
Father...Kleon pursed his lips and his eyes passed past Father Utravsky's feet calmly.
After all, he had also received knight training for a period of time, and after being promoted to "magician", he had a keener observation of human body movements.
So it was easy to see that Bishop Utravsky, who claimed to be a priest, had the feeling of a heavy-armored knight when he walked. With his astonishing height and strong body, Klein couldn't help but wonder about the origin of this priest.
"I would like to ask, Mr. Father, you seem to be a Fusac man. How come you believe in the Mother Earth Goddess and come to manage a church in a country where there are almost no believers in the Mother Earth Goddess?"
The brown bishop was obedient to the surface of his body. Father Utravsky slowly turned around and looked at the Holy Emblem of the Earth behind him.
"I come from Indor on the coast of the Middle Sea. I was once a sinner who committed great crimes through fanaticism and war."
Simply put, he was a pirate?
Klein nodded slightly in confusion, and the paper bag wrapped around his arms pressed against the head of his cane.
"When I was home, I committed a serious crime and ended up becoming a brutal pirate in order to escape punishment."
"Like other villains on the sea, I committed many appalling crimes, but fortunately, before I truly fell into the hell of my soul, I met the missionary of the Mother Goddess and was saved, becoming another
A lamb who repented in the light of the Mother Goddess.”
The two-meter-tall priest slowly lowered his lower body, then looked at Klein and answered another question.
"As for why I came to Loen to preside over this church, I think this is my duty as a believer, and it is also the duty that every preacher should fulfill."
"We cannot just sit back and enjoy the fruits of the former and be forever satisfied in areas where the belief in the Mother Goddess is developed. Instead, we must actively spread the joy that comes purely from life itself, so that more people can experience the kindness of the Mother Goddess and escape from the suffering of the mortal world."
"At the same time, this is also my repentance for the bloody past. Only more good deeds can calm the resentful souls who died because of me."
The priest's calm and clean voice echoed in the empty hall. Klein, whose face was stiff, struggled to smile and bowed to him with respect.
Compared with the priest in front of him who was illuminated by the radiance of the gods and found his way back, Klein's own belief in the goddess and his due respect for the "mystery" seemed insignificant and he felt inferior.
But now that I have accepted the commission, I still have to try to see if I can fish Emlyn White out of the church underground.
Klein divined some information about Emlyn White at home with the help of a puppet provided by the Whites.
In the end, it was basically determined that this family of vampires can basically be called good citizens, and Emlyn White, who was captured by the priest because a member of the Abraham family left the key, can be said to be harmless to humans and animals.
What bad intentions could a two-dimensional person obsessed with dolls have?
And according to "Secret"'s enthusiastic addition, vampires like Emlyn White and his parents are basically the lowest level of existence, equivalent to ordinary Sequence Seven. Their one-on-one combat effectiveness may not be as powerful as that of Klein. The only one who can
What is commendable is that the life span is far longer than that of ordinary people.
"Mr. Father, I am here to ask you something." Klein took two steps back so that his neck would not get sore from looking up.
"What is it?" The kind priest nodded slightly.
"It's like this. A young man named Emlyn White seems to have walked into this church a few days ago and never came out again. His parents commissioned me to investigate and want to see their son as soon as possible.
"
Klein looked expectantly into Bishop Utravsky's clear eyes, and saw the half-giant bishop slowly nodding his head, and then said:
"No problem, if his family has started to worry, then he can go home at any time."
Clam?
Klein's eyebrows twitched visibly.
He never thought it would be so simple.
Even if they are a kind-hearted Nighthawk, when a wild Extraordinary person is caught underground, they will undergo strict scrutiny to see if the situation can restore his freedom.
Is Earth Church so casual?
Could it be that this was just a small church and it was inconvenient for various reasons, so Bishop Utravski agreed to let Emlyn White go so easily?
Klein looked around and found that he had indeed not seen any other clergy since he entered the church.
"So where is he? Can I see him first?"
"Of course, no problem." Utravsky nodded gently, turned around flexibly with his hill-like body, and led Klein towards the room behind the hall.
Behind the wall where the Holy Emblem of the Harvest Church stands, there is only a relatively empty corridor, connecting the entrance to the basement and several lackluster rooms.
Bishop Utravsky walked past his room and knocked lightly on the door next door.
"Harvest...Joy...Mother Inspiration..."
Dongdongdong... Under Klein's increasingly distracted gaze, Bishop Utravsky knocked a few more times.
If I heard correctly, Emlyn White who lives here is reciting the Holy Scriptures of the Earth Mother?
Different from the various situations he imagined, Emlyn White was not locked up in the cold underground and treated with various holy water. Instead, he was assigned a special room. The only punishment was to recite the words of the Mother Earth.
of holy scriptures.
Listening to the stumbling and uncoherent neutral voice, Klein rubbed his cheeks and watched expressionlessly as a pale-skinned young man opened the door, looked at Bishop Utravsky with some fear, and raised his head.
He held his chin and said:
"I haven't finished memorizing it yet."
Ha... As expected, this is Emlyn White.
Seeing the vampire in front of him who looked away as stubbornly as a primary school student and did not dare to look directly at Bishop Utravsky, Klein silently took out the doll that looked very similar to a certain king from the paper bag, with a low voice.
"Are you Emlyn White?"
Emlyn, who had scarlet eyes, looked sideways and realized that there was another man standing next to the priest's broad body.
However, his gaze did not stay on Klein for long, but quickly glanced at the thing held in Klein's hand, and his body trembled visibly.
He looked lovingly at the doll's delicate face, and touched his cheek with his trembling right hand.