AWB Chapter 628 The Meetup of Transmigrators
Chapter 628 The Meetup of Transmigrators
Chapter 628 The Meetup of Transmigrators
North section, St. Samuel Cathedral.
A mass is being held.
"They were naked, without clothes or food, and completely exposed to the cold."
A clergyman stands on a platform in front of the holy emblem, shrouded in darkness, his silhouette outlined by the starlight.
His face was indistinguishable, but his gentle, clear voice echoed throughout the church.
"They were soaked by the heavy rain, and having nowhere to take shelter, they clung tightly to the rock."
"They are mothers whose children have been taken away, orphans who have lost all hope, and poor people who have been forced off the right path."
Opposite the pulpit were rows of benches, many people seated, heads bowed, listening to the bishop's sermon. Among them were well-dressed men and women, as well as simply dressed citizens. The poor seemed to be more devout, clutching their simple holy symbols tightly as the preacher spoke.
Lu Ze stood on the second floor, looking down at the crowd.
He became one with the darkness.
"The night did not abandon them; it showed them favor."
"The night cherished them, granting them peace..."
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The church's architecture is ingenious, allowing sound to resonate and overlap, rumbling and echoing in everyone's ears. Coupled with the clergyman's skillful preaching, with its masterful control of rhythm and emotional delivery, it's impossible not to feel a spiritual resonance with the listener.
Lu Ze looked down at them.
Even now, as a high-ranking member of the church, he still has no faith whatsoever. However, it's undeniable that at this moment, everyone below is treated equally; from the wealthy to the common people, all receive the goddess's unanimous care.
Perhaps to him, there is no difference between believers.
The goddess doesn't care about the believers' social class, but the church does care to some extent because they need the believers' financial support.
The mass had ended, and everyone stood up. Those believers with some assets could naturally step forward and put their money into the donation box, while the poor could offer very little, or even nothing at all.
Among the believers, a generous wealthy man particularly attracted attention. The refined-looking middle-aged man placed a large 10-pound note into the donation box, smiled and nodded in acknowledgment under the watchful eyes of the clergy, whose gaze softened considerably, before turning and leaving the church.
As they walked out of the church, the distinguished gentleman, intentionally or unintentionally, raised his head and looked up at the second floor with his deep blue eyes.
There was only darkness there; nothing could be seen.
He quickly lowered his head and walked out of the church area.
As if taking a leisurely stroll, he walked lightly through two or three blocks and stopped in front of a square. After that, he sat down on a bench, a relaxed smile on his face, and gazed intently at the white doves in the square.
He looked like he was tired from walking and was taking a short rest.
"brush."
The shadow of the bench swayed, then grew even darker and deeper.
Thank you for your support of our church.
Lu Ze's cheerful voice came from the shadows, "Remember to donate more next time."
"That's already quite a lot."
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The middle-aged man laughed as well, “I’m not like some big ship captain who does big business at sea every day.”
Without a doubt, he is Klein.
After the great smog, Luzer and Klein went their separate ways to the sea. Now, these two time-traveling companions have reunited in Backlund.
"It's a bit close to the church from here, let's go to my place first."
After making a brief joke, Lu Ze calmed down and continued, "It's on Crescent Street in the North District..."
"it is good."
Klein didn't say much. He got up, walked to the street, hired a carriage, and gave Luze the address.
A moment later, Klein stood in front of the luxurious house, his expression slightly astonished.
"You're being too extravagant! How much did such a nice house cost?"
He asked instinctively.
"It didn't cost any money."
Luze pushed open the iron gate to the courtyard and stepped forward. A dark shadow condensed in his palm, transforming into a key, which he inserted into the lock of the gate, opening it and leading Klein into the house.
"Didn't spend any money?"
Seeing the understated yet luxurious decor inside, Klein exclaimed in disbelief, "How is this possible?"
"Whoever provided the house, isn't that incredibly generous? To actually give away such a nice house for free!" It was temporarily lent to me by a friend in Backlund.
Lu Ze explained.
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Miss Justice?
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"Um."
That's not surprising.
Klein nodded, as if he understood. He sat down on the sofa, his entire body immediately enveloped by the excessively soft fabric.
As they spoke, a ripple appeared in the shadow beneath Luze's feet, and then Luna leaped out. She saw the unfamiliar Klein, but didn't seem surprised; instead, she greeted him warmly with a "Meow~".
Perhaps it was a diviner's natural intuition, but Luna had already seen through the appearance of the stranger in front of her and figured out who he truly was.
"Long time no see, Luna."
Klein smiled and greeted it, reaching out to pick it up and stroke its smooth black fur.
"What would you like to drink?"
Lu Ze's voice came from the kitchen, "There's some high-end Earl Grey tea and Blue Mountain coffee in here."
"Then let's have black tea."
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Klein said.
"Okay, I'll try to brew it. To be honest, I don't really know much about this, and I've never really drunk it before. If I fail to brew it and waste tea leaves, I hope you won't mind."
Lu Ze said nonchalantly.
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"Then plain boiled water will do."
Klein said.
A moment later, a glass of water was placed in front of each of them, and they looked at each other.
"Let's start by talking about our new identities, so we can get to know each other."
Lu Zexian said, "Ahab Ishmael, the new senior deacon of the Church of the Night."
"Dawn Dantes, a mysterious tycoon who returned from the Southern Continent. Nominally, his wealth was accumulated through business, but in reality, it was amassed over many years as an adventurer."
Klein also shared his character design, which was clearly more detailed than Luzer's.
"Dawn Dantès...The Count of Monte Cristo?"
"That's right, Ahab Ishmael, from Moby-Dick?"
"Oh, right."
The two looked at each other and laughed.
This is a clash of classics.
"How's it going now, about the aurora festival?"
Klein asked impatiently, reaching out to grasp the warm water glass.
"We've already secured the church's support."
Lu Ze replied, "We can mobilize personnel and sealing artifacts, so dealing with that group of cultists should be a sure thing."
"I see..."
Klein felt a little disappointed, since this meant he wouldn't need to come out and help.
"What are you thinking about?"
Lu Ze glanced at him. "I still need you."
If the church successfully hunts down all the prey, all the spoils must be handed over. But if, by "accident," some of the prey escapes and is picked up by others, then the church has no say in the matter.
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