Mystery: The Stars Returner

"is it him?"

"it's him."

"Could the ancient aura on his body be someone you know?"

"possible."

"Then old man, you have to hide yourself and don't be caught out."

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

With frosty white temples, hale and hearty, and elegant temperament, he looks like a wealthy man with a successful career.

Apart from feeling a bit like a nouveau riche, there are no big problems in other aspects.

This is the church of the goddess. As a member of the Red Gloves, he naturally has nothing to fear.

Leonard naturally followed the rich man in front and followed him through the corridor to the prayer hall.

Sitting in the third row behind him, I followed his prayers while secretly watching his movements.

When Leonard was secretly paying attention to Klein, Klein was also keenly aware of the secretly looking eyes from behind.

At first, he just thought it was a coincidence, but when Leonard followed him into the prayer hall, there must be a ghost.

Based on his understanding of Leonard, this guy doesn't have such devout faith in the goddess.

The reason why he followed up was to better observe himself. With Leonard's ability, he would definitely not be able to see clearly the abnormalities in himself, but if an old man were added, it would be hard to tell.

According to his understanding, the old man in Leonard's body should be an angel from the Zoroastrian family, that is, an angel from the Thief Path, and is on the same extraordinary path as the Blasphemer Amon.

He should have discovered the power, or traces, in himself that came from the gray mist.

Sure enough, at close range, I still couldn't hide it from these surviving antiques.

After praying, Klein stood up naturally. 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 and more satisfaction.

After donating, Klein followed the crowd and left the prayer hall.

Leonard did not follow any further to avoid being discovered. He stepped forward to chat 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 and said with clear and gentle eyes: "In the eyes of the gods, no matter whether it is special or not, you can still do whatever you want to do. There is no need to be afraid or timid. The goddess always protects you." for every one of His followers.”

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

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

"Lord of the Star Sea? Then between Him and the stars..."

Before Leonard had finished asking, he already understood the answer to this question when he caught a glimpse of the smile in Archbishop Anthony's eyes.

The King in Yellow is another identity of Qunxing.

The monk in yellow is a believer in the King in Yellow and also a believer in the stars.

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

No wonder the church would leave this matter to itself, because he had once pretended to be a believer in the stars and had not suffered any divine punishment from the stars.

This means that Qunxing still has a certain favorable impression of him in a certain sense.

At least he won't have his ashes raised like Steven Pat last night.

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

Leonard searched the square with his eyes to no avail, and then left here temporarily.

In the next two days, Leonard will specially come here during the prayer time of 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 pretending to be an ancient being had any thoughts about St. Samuel's Church.

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

There was no way he would let this happen again. After all, Archbishop Anthony was still very good to him.

At this moment, a white dove flew over with fluttering wings, seemingly holding a piece of paper in its mouth.

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

He first glanced around with caution and confusion before opening the note, only to see two words written on it:

"Zorroaster."

"Parasite."

Leonard's pupils suddenly shrank, and the hairs all over his body stood up, as if a scorching summer suddenly came to a thousand miles of frozen winter.

That gentleman sees through the secrets inside me?

As expected of an existence with an ancient aura, he may really be one of the remaining undead monsters from the Fourth Age.

He wanted to warn himself in this way to stop himself from interfering in matters related to him.

At the same time, he also told himself to take action. If he chose to report the matter, the old man hiding in his body would no longer be able to hide it.

"Old man, I backed down this time because of you." Leonard crushed the note and sighed.

This time, the old man rarely struck him with words, but whispered: "Is he familiar? Who could it be?"

"No matter who he is, at least he doesn't have any ill intentions towards you or me now."

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

At this time, a hundred meters away, there was the intersection of Paisfield Street and other streets.

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

The note just now was naturally a warning he sent to Leonard, lest he really come to investigate him and cause unnecessary trouble.

At the same time, it also reminds Leonard about the grandfather inside him.

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

It was the white dove that he had sent to deliver a message to Leonard.

It also held a note in its mouth.

Such a discovery set off alarm bells in Klein's heart. He tightened his grip on his cane and his eyes were filled with vigilance.

Obviously he had been very careful, even Leonard couldn't find his location for a while, how could he be discovered by others?

Moreover, he also used the same white dove to send himself a note!

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

There are also two words written on it:

"Cline Moretti."

"A consummate performer."

Having someone expose his original identity in this way, Klein was so frightened that he almost stood up.

Such words mean that the other party knows everything about him, and even his every move may be under the watch of the other party!

An unprecedented panic and uneasiness enveloped him.

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

Where did I go wrong?

Who could be the person who secretly sent the note to him?

What is his purpose in doing this?

The question that Klein was pondering finally got the answer when he saw the back of this note.

On the back of this note, there are two sentences written:

"Mr. Klein, how are you doing?"

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

Klein read these two sentences silently and felt like his body was about to burst.

After a long time, he looked complicated and sighed heavily, "Mr. Hastur, you really know how to play."

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

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

Miss Audrey is Miss Justice who represents justice. She will definitely not use such means to notify herself of attending a charity party.

Only Mr. Hastur, who has always been mysterious and whose purpose is difficult to discern, would do such a thing.

And I'm afraid he is the only one who can know so clearly what he really looks like under the faceless mask.

It's just that if you are not a big-hearted person with this kind of "surprise", you may have been frightened into having a heart attack when you received it.

Especially when he pretended to be profound and pointed out his true identity, it really made me scared for a while.

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

Does he really only need to see himself once to see through the faceless man's disguise?

What kind of eyes should that be?

It is simply more powerful than 24K pure gold dog eyes.

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

As for this charity gala to protect magical creatures...he will naturally attend.

This will help me further integrate into Loen's upper class and greatly shorten the time I spend playing the role of a rich man.

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

"What a mysterious and magical person. I hope he will not be my enemy."

Klein murmured silently, regained his energy a little, and then asked the coachman to take him back home.

He was almost scared into a cold sweat just now, so he had to go home and take a long bath to relax his mood.