Chapter 466 Mr. Klein, how are you these days?

Chapter 466 Mr. Klein, how are you these days?

"Is it him?"

"Yes."

"The ancient aura on him, could it be someone you know?"

"Possibly."

"You better hide that old man, don't let anyone find him out."

After a brief conversation, Leonard looked at the middle-aged gentleman who was already walking in front of him.

His temples were white, he was energetic, and his temperament was elegant. He looked like a successful wealthy man.

Except for the feeling of being a nouveau riche, there were no major problems in other aspects.

This was the church of the goddess, and as a member of the Red Gloves, he naturally had nothing to fear.

Leonard naturally followed the wealthy man in front of him, walked through the corridor with him, and came to the prayer hall.

Sitting in the third row behind him, he prayed with him while secretly watching his movements.

When Leonard was secretly paying attention to Klein, Klein also keenly noticed the eyes from behind him secretly looking at him.

At first he just thought it was a side trip, but Leonard followed him into the prayer hall, which must be a trick.

Based on his understanding of Leonard, this guy did not have such a devout belief in the goddess.

The reason why he followed in was probably to observe himself better. With Leonard's ability, he certainly couldn't see the abnormality in himself, but if he added an old grandfather, it would be hard to say.

According to what he knew, the old grandfather in Leonard's body should be the angel of the Zoroast family, that is, the angel of the thief's path, and he was in the same extraordinary path as the blasphemer Amon.

He should have discovered the power or traces of the gray fog on his body.

Sure enough, at a close distance, he still couldn't hide from these surviving antiques.

After praying, Klein stood up naturally, and under the smiling gaze of the bishop, he put another 50 gold pounds into the donation box.

Sure enough, the black-haired bishop looked at him with more satisfaction.

After donating the money, Klein followed the crowd out of the prayer hall.

Leonard didn't follow him to avoid being discovered. He went up to talk with the black-haired bishop for a while, and then went to meet Archbishop Anthony to seek some advice from him.

Facing his visit, Archbishop Anthony smiled, his eyes clear and gentle, and said: "In the eyes of the gods, there is no special or not, just do what you should do, no need to be afraid, no need to be timid, the goddess always protects every one of her believers."

"Do you know the true origin of the King in Yellow?"

"The Lord of the Sea of ​​Stars in the distant starry sky, the nameless one of chaos and formlessness."

"The Lord of the Sea of ​​Stars? Then between him and the stars..."

Leonard hadn't finished asking, but when he saw the smile in Archbishop Anthony's eyes, he already understood the answer to this question.

The King in Yellow is another identity of the stars.

The monks in yellow are believers of the King in Yellow, and also believers of the stars.

For example, believers in the stars are the gods who are favored by the gods in the church, and the monks in yellow are the believers of the gods in a broad sense.

No wonder the church handed this matter over to me to deal with, because I once pretended to be a believer in the stars and did not encounter the punishment from the stars.

This means that the stars still have a certain degree of goodwill towards him in a certain sense.

At least they will not be like Steven Pat last night, who directly scattered his ashes.

When he left St. Samuel's Church, the middle-aged gentleman had disappeared.

After searching the square for a while without any results, Leonard temporarily left here.

In the next two days, Leonard would come here at the time of prayer in St. Samuel's Church.

Once again, he waited for the suspicious middle-aged gentleman in the square in front of the church gate, which made him wonder if this middle-aged gentleman disguised as an ancient existence had any ideas about St. Samuel's Church.

Just like when he was in Tingen City, Ince Zangwill deliberately planned accidents and conspiracies in order to be promoted to a higher sequence.

He couldn't let this happen again. After all, Archbishop Anthony was still very good to him.

At this moment, a white dove flapped its wings and flew over, and it seemed to have a note in its mouth.

Leonard frowned and stretched out his hand, watching the white dove accurately throw the note in its mouth into his palm, and then flapped its wings and flew away.

He first glanced around with caution and doubt, and then opened the note, only to see two words written on it:

"Zoroaster."

"Parasite."

Leonard's pupils suddenly shrank, and the hairs on his body stood up, as if he had suddenly come to a thousand miles of frozen winter in the hot summer.

That gentleman saw through the secret in my body?

As expected of an existence with an ancient aura, He might really be one of the undead monsters left over from the Fourth Epoch.

He wanted to warn himself in this way, so that he would not interfere in his affairs again.

At the same time, he also made himself cautious. If he chose to report the matter, the old man hiding in his body would also not be able to hide it.

"Old man, I retreated this time for you." Leonard crumpled the note and sighed.

This time the old man did not attack him, but whispered: "Someone familiar? Who could it be?"

"No matter who he is, at least he has no ill will towards you or me now."

Leonard looked much more relaxed, glanced at the flying white doves in the sky, and then left the square.

At this time, a hundred meters away, at the intersection of Pestfield Street and other streets.

In a four-wheeled luxury carriage, Klein leaned back against the wall and slowly closed his eyes.

The note he had just sent was naturally a warning to Leonard, so that he would not really come to investigate him and cause unnecessary trouble.

It was also a reminder to Leonard about the grandfather in his body.

Seeing that Leonard had left the square, Klein was about to lower the curtain of the carriage when a white dove flew back with its wings flapping.

It was the white dove he had sent to deliver a letter to Leonard before.

It also had a note in its mouth.

Such a discovery made Klein's heart alarm bells ring, and he clenched his cane, his eyes full of vigilance.

Obviously, he had been very careful, and even Leonard could not find his location for a while, so how could he be discovered by others?

Moreover, the same white dove sent him a note!

Klein was silent for a while, but he still reached out his hand to catch the note in the dove's mouth. After the dove flew away, he lowered the carriage curtain first, then opened the note and read it.

There were also two words written on it:

"Klein Moretti."

"Exquisite performer."

Klein was so scared that he almost stood up when his original identity was directly exposed.

Such words meant that the other party knew everything about him, and even his every move might be under the other party's observation!

An unprecedented panic and uneasiness enveloped him.

Fortunately, his psychological quality was greatly improved after the adventure on the sea, and he was not so panicked that he couldn't think.

Where did he go wrong?

Who was the person who secretly passed the note to him?

What was his purpose in doing this?

The question that Klein had been thinking about hard finally had an answer when he saw the back of the note.

On the back of the note, there were two sentences:

"Mr. Klein, how are you these days?"

"Welcome to 12 King Avenue, Queens, at 7pm this Saturday to attend a charity gala for the protection of magical creatures."

Klein read these two sentences silently and felt that his body was about to break apart.

After a long time, he looked complicated and sighed heavily, "Mr. Hasta, you are really good at playing."

Just through these two sentences, he knew that the initiator of this "surprise" was Mr. Hasta.

Because among the people he knew, only Mr. Hasta and Miss Audrey lived in Queens, and they were the only ones who met him recently.

Miss Audrey was Miss Justice, who represented justice. She would definitely not use such means to notify him to attend a charity gala.

Only Mr. Hasta, who has always been mysterious and difficult to pry into his purpose, would do such a thing.

And I am afraid that only he can know so clearly what he really looks like under the mask of the Faceless Man.

But, if you are not a big-hearted person, you may have been scared to death when you received this kind of "surprise".

Especially the fact that he had pretended to be profound and pointed out his true identity before, which really made him feel scared.

But then again, where did he reveal his flaws this time?

Could it be that he only needed to see me once to completely see through the disguise of the faceless man?

What kind of eyes would that be?

It was even more powerful than a 24K pure gold dog's eyes.

Klein couldn't help but complain a few words in his heart to express his feelings at the moment.

As for this charity gala for protecting magical creatures... he would naturally attend it.

This would help him further integrate into the upper class of Loen and greatly shorten the time he would play the role of a rich man.

"It seems that Mr. Hastur has known the purpose of my wandering around St. Samuel's Church."

"What a mysterious and magical person, I hope he is not my enemy."

Klein murmured silently, and after recovering a little, he let the coachman take him back home.

He was almost scared to death just now, so he had to go home and take a good bath to relieve his mood.