Chapter 474 Praise the goddess, praise the stars

Chapter 474 Praise the goddess, praise the stars

Docklands, Sunrise Workhouse.

Since the workhouse scandal occurred, this ghastly workhouse with its gloomy dungeon has been banned by Loen officials.

As for the orphans and homeless people here, they were scattered and arranged in other almshouses, hoping that the new environment could heal their wounded hearts.

In just over a year, this place has become very deserted. Because there are a large number of children's bones buried underground, almost no one comes to this nearby area on weekdays.

The clock tower, which was strangely built and oriented in the opposite direction from the normal, had no maintenance and repairs on it and the big clock had stopped running. Ivy-like vines and moss covered the entire building.

In the dungeon beneath the ground, a figure was hiding in the shadows. To his right was a dilapidated and pitted wooden table, with an oil lamp emitting a dim yellow light placed on the table.

The light of the oil lamp could only illuminate the right side of the figure's face and the wall with a map hanging in front of it.

It was a topographic map of the major streets in Backlund, which was sold in street vendors' stalls.

Because of the moisture in the ground, the corners of the map have turned yellow and curled.

But a personal name written in red and black handwriting on the map appears particularly clear.

Hastur Campbell, Greg Negan, Audrey Hall, Hibbert Hall, Sharon, Maric...Forth Wall, Hugh Dilcha, Leonard... …Klein, Dawn Downstad, Hazel, Emlyn…

There are a total of forty or fifty names, and each name is pinned to the corresponding position on the map.

Only five people's names were circled with a red pen and circled inside.

Hastur Campbell, Audrey Hall, Leonard, Crane, John Jones.

The black figure was holding a red pen at the moment, making a small X at the bottom of the name Audrey Hall.

If you identify the people carefully, you will see a red X at the bottom of some names.

Then he put a question mark above the name John Jones, as if he was puzzled and hesitant.

His eyes carefully searched for the names on the map, and then fell on the name Leonard and looked at it deeply for a while, and finally circled the name Dwayne Downstad with a red pen.

After doing all this, the black shadow put down the pen in his hand and blew out the oil lamp on the table. At the moment when the oil lamp was finally extinguished, the originally human-shaped black shadow's torso and limbs began to twist, and two rows of symmetrical eyeballs were revealed on the face, reflecting the The figure on the map first shrunk a bit, and then swelled up.

As if he was undergoing some kind of pain, his figure shook and trembled in the dark world, and then a hoarse and low voice came out.

"Looking for... eliminating... the stars, the Fool..."

…

At St. Samuel's Church, Klein came to the prayer hall again to attend prayers. Unexpectedly, he ran into Leonard again. His face didn't look very good.

Klein only glanced at it briefly and looked away to avoid being noticed by him.

When praying to the goddess of the night, Klein clearly heard the pious prayer from Leonard.

Has Leonard completely fallen into the arms of the goddess of the night?

The last time I saw him, his prayers were not so pious.

Did something happen recently?

Soon, the prayer time ended while Klein was thinking.

He invested money as usual, but unexpectedly Leonard also invested a sum of money, a full 100 gold pounds!

Based on Leonard's current salary, this is at least one month's salary for him.

When did he become so generous?

It is estimated that what he encountered recently was very dangerous, so he had to pay a high price to show his piety to the goddess of the night.

Do you want to give him a dream at night and ask him what difficulties he has encountered recently?

While Klein was thinking, Leonard had already left at a significantly accelerated pace. Judging from the direction he was walking, he should be heading deeper into the church, probably to talk to Archbishop Anthony.

It seems like something really big has happened.

Klein looked at Leonard's leaving figure again, turned around and left St. Samuel's Church. At night, he tried to use Will's power to enter Leonard's dream again. If it didn't work, he would tell him that he was still alive. The news allows him to seek help when he is in danger.

Deep in St. Samuel's Church, Leonard met Archbishop Anthony who was reading the classics.

"A mysterious person has been targeting me recently!"

Leonard's first words told Archbishop Anthony to put away the classics in his hands, and his expression became serious, "Details."

"It started late at night three days ago. That night I fell asleep as usual. At about three o'clock in the night, a mysterious black figure appeared outside my window. He seemed to be observing my every move through the window. Move."

"I woke up with a spiritual reminder, and with just one glance, I met his eyes. Those eyes were enough to make people shudder and make their scalp numb. I felt like my blood was about to freeze at that time."

"I watched the stalemate with him through the window for a while, and then he disappeared into the darkness and went away."

"The next night, he appeared outside my window again. Even during the day, I could feel the peeping eyes from the dark."

"He showed up again last night. This time I didn't hesitate. I rushed towards the window, smashed the glass window and chased him out."

"With the dim moonlight, I finally saw his back clearly. His arms and legs were like bamboo poles, thin and slender with little flesh. His body was crawling on all fours, like a reptile, quickly running into the darkness, circling the walls and roofs of the house and disappearing into the distance."

Leonard paused for a moment, cleared his throat, and continued: "Every time he came late at night, I could find traces of white spider silk not far from the window."

"This reminds me of the case that happened on the Bellland Bridge some time ago. The deceased was hung on the bridge by spider silk cocoons."

"I tried to find clues about him, and even with the help of the magic mirror of the mechanical heart, I couldn't find any clues."

"It seems that his fate does not exist, or is covered by some powerful secret."

When Leonard said this, he secretly observed Archbishop Anthony's face, and found that he was not angry, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Non-existent fate..."

Archbishop Anthony pondered for a while, comforted Leonard a few words, and let him go back with peace of mind.

Leonard walked out of St. Samuel's Church with a much easier pace. Reporting the matter would at least attract the attention of the higher-ups. He didn't want to face the lurker hiding in the dark alone.

If it weren't for the old man's reminder, he wouldn't have been able to find out that someone was secretly observing him outside on the first night.

The mysterious man's means of concealing his breath and fate were so powerful that even the old man couldn't know his origins.

It was the old man's idea to report to Archbishop Anthony.

He once asked the old man if he could cooperate with him to catch the lurker hiding in the dark?

The old man rejected this suggestion, and the reason given was: "Once He takes action, it will cause some terrible consequences."

This was the first time he saw the old man in trouble. He was hesitant and uncertain, and even the number of times he came out on weekdays decreased.

"Alas, I hope nothing will happen tonight."

Leonard looked at the distant hilltop where the sun had already set, and stopped a carriage to go home.

At night, at the same time, at two or three o'clock, Leonard, who had no sleep, was always tense and staring at the window, saw the shadow appear outside the newly installed glass window again.

Leonard tried hard to see his face clearly, but he always felt that the other person's face was covered with a layer of smoke, making it difficult to see clearly.

"What on earth are you!"

Leonard shouted, but did not scare away the shadow outside the window. He stretched out his skinny palm and pressed it against the window, as if he was identifying something in his own unique way.

At this time, the light of the crimson moon and the stars suddenly fell.

The shadow outside the window was like being suddenly illuminated by a strong light, and it quickly left its original place and escaped into the darkness in the distance.

Leonard quickly came to the window, opened the glass window, and looked in the direction where the shadow fled. There were several figures in yellow clothes out of thin air.

They were hunting the shadow!

Yellow monk?

At this time, the only person who appeared in yellow clothes was probably the yellow monk.

But soon, the yellow monks also disappeared from his sight.

In the sky, the crimson moon and the stars tonight were particularly bright and dazzling.

Leonard looked up for a long time before he felt that his irritable and flustered heart gradually calmed down.

"Praise the goddess." Leonard bowed deeply to the crimson moon in the sky.

Although he had said this sentence on many occasions, this time was undoubtedly the most pious one.

This made him instantly feel that the 100 gold pounds he donated during the day were really worth it.

"Don't you have to praise the stars too?" The old man in the body suddenly spoke.

Leonard was obviously stunned for a moment, "Why should I..."

Leonard looked at the night sky full of stars again, and said very piously: "Praise the stars."

As the saying goes, more courtesy is less blame.

If you have nothing to do, praise the stars. Maybe you can get the protection of the stars at some point in the future.

After closing the glass window, Leonard lit the oil lamp in the room. It was better to light it to make people feel at ease.

He sat at the table and drank a large glass of warm water before returning to bed. He still didn't feel sleepy, but somehow, he felt his eyelids become heavy. As his mind wandered, he came to a world full of gray fog.

A long bronze table appeared in front of him. At the end of the table, at the first seat, sat an ancient and mysterious figure.

Fuck, will this night ever end?