Chapter 122 Confession (Thanks to Wangcai, the Loyal Servant of the Golden League)

In the early morning, 160 Berklund Street.

After Klein got up and washed, he didn't rush to open the door to go out. He took four steps backwards and entered above the gray mist.

He immediately manifested "The World" Gehrman Sparrow, and made the dummy pray devoutly:

"The great Mister Fool, please pass on a few words to Danitz:

"I need him to provide information about West Balam, preferably with accompanying network resources.

"Also, tell him to be careful of people from the Church of Evernight."

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On the "Golden Dream", Danis, who saw the sun earlier than Backlund, was holding a glass of malt beer, sitting in the shadows, avoiding the poisonous light.

In another quarter of an hour, the class will start again. The captain said that a qualified treasure hunter must have enough mathematical knowledge... Hey, this is really a headache, but I am looking forward to it, shit! Danis put one hand on his knee, Gulu took a sip of beer.

At this moment, gray mist filled his eyes, and a vague figure overlooking everything appeared, and Gehrman Sparrow's voice echoed in his ears.

Information about West Balam? Although we have gone there to search for lost ancient treasures and met a few tribes of natives, that's all, and we can't tell you more... What a trouble, we have to run around again, Gehrman Sparrow Why so many things! Danitz complained silently, then looked around vigilantly, fearing that the lunatic would suddenly jump out.

Taking a breath, thinking that he had to work hard to become stronger, so that he would not be completely helpless when the captain was in danger, and could only shamefully hide behind, Danitz slapped himself on the face with the palm that was not holding the wine glass, He turned over abruptly and stood up.

He immediately left the shadow position, found "Iron Skin", "Bucket" and other companions, and asked who he should ask for advice if he wanted to know more about the situation in West Balam, and got almost unanimous answers:

"Captain Edwina Edwards, or Anderson Hood who participated in the bonfire party on board before."

Asking the captain directly will make her suspect that I have a secret and that I am secretly serving someone else... But, that guy Anderson has gone somewhere, shit! Danitz was in a dilemma for a moment, and couldn't help turning his thoughts away, thinking about the reminder from Gehrman Sparrow later:

"Be careful of the people from Church of Evernight!"

Danitz is not stupid. He knows that things that can be specially emphasized by the crazy adventurer are not simple, that is to say, he believes that there is a high probability that he will become the key target of the Church of Evernight and be chased by the "Red Gloves"!

In addition to the Church of Evernight, the Church of the Storm and the military are also targeting me. It is said that each has sent a whole team... Danitz thought with trembling heart.

He quickly showed a mixed expression of doubt and bitterness, and whispered to himself:

"But I haven't done anything..."

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After conveying the words of collecting information on West Balam to "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya, Klein left above the gray mist and returned to the real world, having breakfast and attending tutoring classes the same as usual.

After waking up in the afternoon, with the help of his valet Richardson, he changed into his formal attire and boarded the carriage that had already parked at the door.

"Go to St. Samuel's Cathedral." Klein half leaned against the wall and gave instructions to the driver.

——Considering that he still retains the identity of Dwayne Dantès, he thinks it's best not to change the previous personality easily, so the frequency of going to St. Samuel's Church cannot be reduced, and the amount of donations cannot be reduced.

Moreover, this can effectively remove certain suspicions. After all, it is hard for anyone to think that the "criminal" who sneaked into the Chanis Gate before did not escape, but returned to the church swaggeringly, as if nothing had happened... …Thanks Lord Roselle,

Thank him for not copying criminal psychology, and for not pointing out that many high-IQ criminals like to return to the place where they committed crimes, admiring their own masterpieces and the helpless performance of others... Klein muttered a few words in his heart, and picked up what Richardson had done. Black tea, took a sip lightly.

After wetting his throat, he glanced at his personal servant and asked casually:

"What is your deepest impression on East Balam and West Balam?"

Richardson, who was sitting next to him, didn't ask why, but thought for a while and said:

"East Balam is more stable, while West Balam is more chaotic."

After the simple answer, Richardson looked sideways at his employer, and found that Dwayne Dantès had half closed his eyes, as if you were continuing to talk.

After scratching his ear, Richardson considered his words and said:

"Also, poverty, hunger, and whipping, uh, the original people of East Balam and West Balam used to worship the god of death, and later they were given preferential treatment because of their belief in goddesses, 'Lord of Storms', 'Eternal Blazing Sun', etc. , gaining status promotion and church protection, there were mass conversions.

"However, as the number of converts increased, that special status soon disappeared, and many people at the bottom secretly worshiped the god of death again.

"This point is more obvious in the more chaotic West Balam. The descendants of the god of death always get a lot of support...

"These are all me, my father, who occasionally mentioned it when he was drunk."

Klein listened quietly, without interrupting the valet's narration, or asking any further questions.

Soon, the carriage arrived outside St. Samuel's Church. Klein first enjoyed the dancing of white doves in the square, and then entered the large prayer hall. He took off his hat, and handed it along with his cane to Richard, the personal servant. Desen.

He randomly found a place to sit down, looked at the altar in the dim environment, looked at the little "stars" and the dark holy emblem, and suddenly felt a little uneasy, embarrassing and hopeless.

——If his guess is correct, he should have been watched by the goddess ever since he came into contact with the Holy Sword and made an oath with it. Every time he entered the church and pretended to pray, he felt like parading through the streets in the emperor's new clothes.

I don't know what attitude the goddess has... What is the position of the church... Well, let's test it first... Klein clasped his hands, put them in front of his mouth and nose, and prayed earnestly.

After seven or eight minutes, he slowly got up, walked to the offering box, took out a 50-pound note, and put it in devoutly.

After finishing all this, Klein turned to the side confession room, opened the door and entered.

Unlike the earliest confession room, which was a large wooden box with two doors, the modern confession room is an independent room with a relatively spacious space. The confessor and the listening bishop are separated by a baffle made of wooden strips, and each has a seat.

With the help of the faint light, Klein sat down on that chair, and then heard the bishop behind the wooden baffle speak in a mellow voice:

"What do you want to say? The goddess cares about every one of her believers."

Klein then raised his right hand, tapped his chest clockwise four times and said:

"Praise the goddess.

"I want to repent. People from the military found me two days ago, hoping to sell a batch of guns and artillery to West Balam, so as to add some charcoal to the chaos there..."

After he finished speaking, the bishop behind the baffle did not respond for a while, as if he was surprised by the smuggling of arms, and he didn't know how to organize his words for a while.

There was an awkward silence in the confession room.

This scares you? Have you never met a confessor as frank and direct as I am? Would you jump up if I said I was plotting a murder of a demigod, hiding from the gaze of the Mother Tree of Desire and the True Creator? Klein slandered a few words before continuing:

"I did enjoy a life of adventure when I was young, finding riches in iron, blood, and fire, but now I'm tired of that and prefer a peaceful future.

"I should have refused, but I couldn't overcome the greed in my heart. This is a sufficiently attractive business, and it will help me gain a firm foothold in Backlund's upper class.

"I repent, I chose the noise and chaos in the end."

The bishop behind the wooden baffle finally responded, and said softly:

"Don't be afraid, don't linger, there is no need to feel guilty if you are greedy to a certain extent, as long as you don't hurt innocent people and don't commit the crimes recorded in the holy scriptures.

"Do it, follow your heart, and make the choice you want most. Only in this way can you truly recognize the teachings step by step and understand the true meaning of those words.

"Don't be embarrassed, remember one sentence, no matter when you sincerely admit your mistakes and repent, it is worthy of praise and forgiveness.

"May the goddess bless you."

"Praise the goddess!" Klein once again drew the crimson moon clockwise on his chest.

He came to St. Samuel's Church this time because he wanted to take the opportunity of confession, tell the church about his going into the arms business, and see what kind of reaction they would have, so as to spy on the attitude of the goddess towards him.

Without saying anything more, Klein slowly got up, left the confession room, walked along the aisle, and walked towards the personal servant Richardson.

At this time, he saw a lady sitting in the corner of the big prayer hall. She was wearing a black robe with a hood, and painted blue eye shadow and blush. "Spiritualist" Daly Simone.

Daly raised her head, and also noticed Dwayne Dantès, her expression was a little dazed, as if she had fallen asleep and entered a dream when she was praying just now.

Klein nodded almost imperceptibly, paying his respects politely, then took the hat and cane from his valet Richardson, and walked out of the large prayer hall at a slow pace.

Daly withdrew her gaze, looked down at the back of the chair in front of her, and slowly closed her eyes again.

Walking out of St. Samuel's Church, Klein stood on the edge of the steps and paused for two seconds.

In the big square ahead, all the white pigeons flew up, blocking the sight of the viewers.

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Less than two quarters of an hour later, Leonard in the underground heard that Dawn Dantès, who had been investigated before, was about to become a businessman who cooperated with the authorities and smuggled arms to West Balam.

What exactly is he trying to do? Leonard frowned again, completely unable to understand the undead monster's thoughts.

PS: Thanks for the loyal servant Wangcai's reward for the Golden Alliance. This is really expensive. When I come back from my trip and adjust for a few days, I will add another chapter to express my gratitude.