Chapter 483 You have to pamper your own cat

Chapter 483 You have to pamper your own cat

Early in the morning, Leonard opened his eyes that had just been closed for a short time, rubbed them, patted his cheeks, got up and went to the bathroom to wash up, and then took a carriage to St. Samuel Church.

The best way to ask for help from the Goddess of Night is to ask Archbishop Anthony for help in St. Samuel Church.

Otherwise, how could a god like the Goddess of Night focus on an insignificant believer like him.

When Leonard came to a quiet room where Archbishop Anthony was alone, Archbishop Anthony seemed to have seen through his intentions, "Are you here to seek help from the goddess?"

"Yes..." Leonard nodded embarrassedly, "I need help from the goddess, only the goddess can help me through the difficulties."

"Maybe it's not you who needs the help of the goddess."

"?!"

Leonard couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence for a while, Anthony just smiled and said: "The goddess always favors her believers, go back and tell this to your friends."

"..."

Leonard didn't know what mood he was in when he left St. Samuel Church, but it was crucial to seek the secret shelter of the Goddess of Night, and he didn't have time to delay any longer.

"Old man, what exactly did Archbishop Anthony mean by that?"

"Oh, you're being despised."

"???"

"Not everyone is worthy of the help of the Goddess of Night."

"Then, is the friend Archbishop Anthony referring to Hastur or Klein?"

"What do you think?" As if thinking about this question was too difficult for Leonard, another voice came from his body: "Always favor."

"So that's how it is."

Leonard understood instantly, and soon, he contacted Klein urgently through the method discussed last night through dreams, and told him about the problem he encountered.

Klein was silent for a while, and then said that he would handle the matter.

The favored one of the goddess.

He always thought that his belief in the goddess was not too firm, but he was lucky enough to become a night watcher and did some things.

Since he faked his death and escaped, his belief in the goddess has become weaker. In order to make things easier on the sea, he has successively believed in the Lord of Storms, the Eternal Sun, and the God of Steam and Machinery.

Faith is not such an indispensable piety for him.

Not to mention that this time, he wanted to sneak into the depths of St. Samuel Church and Chanis Gate to get in touch with the Antigonus family notebook that led him to join the Night Watchers.

Such behavior is simply blaspheming the Goddess of Night.

Facing such a person, the Goddess of Night is still willing to provide help for this, and even expressed her attitude through Leonard.

This is obviously to make him a follower of the night.

Could it be that the Goddess of Night already knows the secrets I have hidden, and is even willing to provide me with a little help for this?

But why is this?

Moreover, from such behavior, he sensed the urgency of the Goddess of Night, and she seemed to be worried about something.

Klein had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and finally sighed, and began to prepare the altar and pray to the Goddess of Night through rituals.

He had prayed to the Goddess of Night before under the guidance of Old Neil, and it was not too difficult for him to arrange the altar.

After completing the preliminary preparations, Klein raised his hand and wiped his face, turning into the cold-faced Gehrman Sparrow, and his height was unconsciously shortened by a few centimeters.

After lighting the two candles in front, Klein let the ordinary candles representing "me" burst into yellow flames.

The two candles in the front, one symbolizes the night, made of night vanilla and deep sleep flowers, and the other is a candle made of white poppy, wild roses and other materials, symbolizing secrecy.

Then, he created a spiritual wall, sprinkled full moon essential oil, burned herbal powder to please the gods, and then completed the required ritual steps step by step.

At the end, Klein took two steps back, opened his spiritual vision, and chanted in a low voice:

"I pray for the power of the night."

"I pray for secret protection."

"I pray for the favor of the goddess."

"...I met the avatar of the blasphemer Amon in Backlund. He is collecting the extraordinary characteristics of the demigod of the thief path..."

"...I pray for secret protection and to complete the task of eliminating the avatar of the blasphemer Amon..."

"Night vanilla, the herb belonging to the red moon, please pass my prayer to the goddess."

"Moon flower, the herb belonging to the red moon, please pass my prayer to the goddess."

After chanting, Klein waited patiently for a while, but nothing happened, not even a response.

Klein felt much more relaxed. It seemed that Leonard was wrong. He was not the one whom the goddess of night wanted to bless.

Mr. Hasta was the devout believer that the goddess of night wanted.

That's right, how could one's own believers think about sneaking into the church and stealing every day.

This is fine. I have already tried it. Next, it is time for Mr. Hasta to try it.

Just as he was about to clean up the arrangement of the ceremony in front of him, a figure suddenly jumped into his sight.

The figure was wearing a simple linen robe with traces of patching, a brown belt made of tree bark tied around his waist, long black hair draped down wantonly, and his feet were barefoot and covered with dust and scars.

This is a lady. Her facial features are very ordinary, and her black eyes are no different from those of ordinary people. However, just looking at her like this, peace naturally arises in the depths of the heart, as if the violent waves encounter a season that is enough to stop, and the whole heart will return to calm, peaceful, and beautiful.

"Who are you?"

Klein's mood at this time is very complicated. He doesn't want this person to be sent by the Goddess of Night, but he also hopes that this is the response of the Goddess of Night to him.

Among these gods, his faith in the Goddess of Night is always the deepest.

The lady in a simple linen robe nodded gently and said: "Arianna, the Servant of Secrets."

The Servant of Secrets... Arianna...

This is a very famous title and name, especially in the Church of the Goddess of Night.

Klein's eyes are concentrated, revealing a look of surprise and shock.

Although his faith in the Goddess of Night is not so firm, as a night watcher, he is familiar with the name Arianna.

The head of the Night Monastery and the head of the thirteen archbishops, if nothing unexpected happens, he will be the future pope of the Night Goddess Church.

With such a terrifying identity, he actually appeared in front of him at this moment. It seems that the goddess really values ​​this not-so-devout believer of his.

Well, it is also possible that the other party came for Amon.

After all, Amon is an angel king. Even if only his clone appears in Backlund, it is a big deal.

... Alas, why did the goddess of night care so much about him?

Klein did not deceive himself anymore. The other party must have come here because of him.

If it was just for Amon, then Leonard, a member of the Red Gloves, should be more likely to get the goddess' response than himself.

Klein was in a complicated mood. After a moment of silence, he solemnly saluted and said, "Good morning, Your Highness Arianna."

In major churches, if there are angel-level beings walking on the ground, the suffix "Your Highness" should be added when meeting to show respect.

Arianna tapped four times clockwise on her chest and responded devoutly: "May the goddess bless you."

Klein also tapped four times clockwise on his chest, drawing a crimson moon, and said devoutly: "Praise the goddess."

Seeing this scene, Arianna's expression was much more relaxed than before, "I am an ascetic monk, you can just call me lady."

"Yes, Ms. Arianna."

"You want to deal with the blasphemer Amon's clone in Backlund?"

"Yes, I hope to get secret protection."

"I can provide secret power so that everything will not be seen, but I can't guarantee that I can completely clean up all of Amon's clones in Backlund."

...

In Queens, watching the sun gradually approach noon, Hastur was sitting on the second-floor balcony, calling softly to Azshara who was lying on the edge of the balcony.

But Azshara seemed to be angry with him. No matter how he shouted, it was unmoved, and even quietly moved.

Seeing this, Hastur could only take out the dried fish he had prepared long ago, and put the fragrant dried fish on the table on the right, waiting for Azshara to take the bait.

After waiting for a while, Azshara really couldn't bear the temptation, and slowly moved her body to this side. When she jumped onto the table and was about to bite a dried fish, Hastur, who was waiting for the opportunity, grabbed her and held her in his arms.

Azshara made a few protesting meows, and then obediently let Hastur stroke her little head.

Hastur said with emotion: "You have to pamper your own cat. There are too many temptations outside. If you are hooked, it will be difficult to deal with it."

"Meow?"

Azshara didn't quite understand this sentence, but it should mean that the owner is worried that he will leave him one day.

Its head rubbed against Hastur's palm, indicating that it would always stay by his side.

Hastur smiled, picked up a dried fish and put it in front of Azshara. Seeing it happily enjoying the food, he chuckled and said: "Raising a cat is really a very interesting thing."