Mystery: The Stars Returner

In the early morning, Leonard opened his eyes that had been closed for a short while, rubbed them, and patted his cheeks, then got up and went to the bathroom to wash up, and then took a carriage to St. Samuel's Church.

The best way to request the help of the Lady of the Night is through Archbishop Anthony at St. Samuel's Church.

Otherwise, how could a deity like the Night Goddess set her sights on an insignificant believer like him.

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

"Yes..." Leonard nodded sheepishly, "I need help from the goddess. Only the goddess can help me tide over the difficulties."

"Perhaps you are not the one who needs the goddess's help."

"?!"

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

"..."

Leonard didn't know what mood he was in when he left St. Samuel's Church, but it was crucial to seek the secret asylum of the goddess of the night, and he had no time to delay it any longer.

"Old man, what did Archbishop Anthony mean by what he just said?"

"Oh, you're disgusted."

"??"

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

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

"What do you think?" It seemed that thinking about this issue was too difficult for Leonard, and another voice came from his body: "Always caring."

"So that's it."

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

Klein just remained silent for a while and said that he would handle the matter.

Beloved of the goddess.

He had always thought that his belief in the goddess was not too firm, but he was just lucky enough to be a Nighthawk and have done some things.

After he faked his death and escaped, his belief in the goddess became weaker and weaker. In order to facilitate his travels on the sea, he successively believed in the Lord of Storms, the Eternal Sun, and the God of Steam and Machinery.

Faith is not so indispensable to him.

Not to mention that this time, he even wanted to sneak into the depths of St. Samuel's Church. Chanis Gate came into contact with the Antigonus family notebook that led him to join the Nighthawks.

Such behavior is simply blaspheming the goddess of the night.

Facing herself like this, the goddess of the night is still willing to help, and even expresses her attitude through Leonard.

This is clearly his intention to become the favored one of the night.

Could it be that the goddess of the night already knows the secrets she hides, and is even willing to provide herself with a little help for this?

But why?

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

Klein had many thoughts in his mind, and finally sighed and began to prepare the altar and pray to the goddess of the night through rituals.

He had prayed to the goddess of the night before under the guidance of Old Neil, so setting up the altar was not too difficult for him.

After completing the preparations, Klein raised his hand and wiped his face, transforming into Gehrman Sparrow with stern features, and his height was unknowingly shorter by a few centimeters.

After lighting the two candles in front of him, Klein made the ordinary candle representing "me" glow with a yellow flame.

The two candles at the front symbolize the dark night and are made of night vanilla and sleep flower. The other is a candle made of white cornflower, wild rose and other materials that symbolizes secrets.

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

At the end, Klein took two steps back, turned on his spiritual vision, and recited in a low voice:

"I pray for the power of the night."

"I pray for the protection of secrets."

"I pray for the goddess's favor."

"...I met the clone of the blasphemer Amon in Backlund. He was collecting the extraordinary characteristics of the demigods who were thieves..."

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

"Night herbs, herbs belonging to the red moon, please pass my prayers to the goddess."

"Moon Flower, the herb belonging to the red moon, please pass my prayers to the goddess."

After finishing reciting, Klein waited patiently for a while, but nothing happened, not even a single response.

Klein's mood was much more relaxed. It seemed that Leonard had made a mistake. He was not the favored person that the goddess of the night wanted to protect.

Mr. Hastur is the devout believer that the goddess of the night wants.

That's right, there are believers who want to sneak into the church and commit theft every day.

That’s fine, I’ve tried it myself, now it’s time for Mr. Hastur to try it.

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

The figure was wearing a simple linen robe with traces of sewing, and a brown belt made of twisted bark was tied around the waist. The long black hair was hanging down wantonly, and his feet were not wearing shoes and socks, and were covered with dust and scars.

This is a lady. Her facial features are extremely ordinary, and her dark eyes are no different from those of ordinary people. But just looking at her like this, peace naturally arises deep in her heart, as if the violent waves have encountered a season that is enough to stop. Pian Xinhai then regained peace, tranquility and beauty.

"you are?"

Klein's mood was very complicated at this time. He didn't hope that this person was sent by the goddess of the night, but he also hoped that this was the goddess of the night's response to him.

Among these gods, his belief in the goddess of the night has always been the deepest.

The lady in a simple linen robe nodded gently and said, "Arianna, servant of the secret."

Servant of the Secret…Arianna…

This is a very resounding title and name, especially within the Church of the Goddess of the Night.

Klein's eyes were focused, showing an expression of surprise and shock.

Although his belief in the goddess of the night is not that firm, as a night watcher, he knows the name Arianna very well.

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

An existence with such a terrifying identity actually appeared in front of him at this moment. It seemed that the goddess really valued him, a not very devout believer.

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

After all, Amon is the King of Angels, and even if his clone appears in Backlund, that would be a big deal.

...Oh, why do I make the goddess of the night care so much?

Klein no longer deceived himself. The other party specified that he was here because of him.

If it was purely for Amon, then Leonard, a member of the Red Gloves, should be able to get the response from the goddess more easily than himself.

Klein was in a complicated mood. He was silent for a moment, then solemnly saluted and said, "Good morning, Your Highness Arianna."

In major churches, if there is a being of angelic rank walking on the ground, the suffix "Your Highness" should be added when meeting them to show respect.

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

Klein also quickly tapped his chest four times clockwise to draw a crimson moon, and said in a pious tone: "Praise the goddess."

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

"Yes, Ms. Arianna."

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

"Yes, I wish for privacy."

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

……

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

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

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

After waiting for a while, Azshara couldn't bear the temptation and slowly moved her body over. When it jumped on the table and was about to bite a small dried fish, it was caught by Hastur who was waiting for the opportunity. Hold it in your arms.

Azshara mewed a few times in protest, then let Hastur pet her little head obediently.

Hasta lamented: "You have to pet your own cat. There are too many temptations out there. If it is lured away, it will be difficult."

"Meow?"

Azshara didn't quite understand this sentence, but it probably meant that the master was worried that she would 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 small dried fish and placed it in front of Azshara. Seeing it happily enjoying the food, he chuckled and said, "Raising a cat is really an interesting thing."