Returning to the prayer hall, he glanced to the left, found the side door, and walked past the arched altar without any unnecessary expression on his face.
Passing through the side door, a quiet spiritual power enveloped him instantly, like some kind of search. After 3 seconds, a middle-aged man wearing a black priest's robe and a round black hat slowly appeared. In the corridor, Wei Nasen's eyes appeared.
"What happened?"
Weinerson took out the notice and repeated what he had just said to the bishop.
"Oh, the dark bastard hiding in the sewers, even the people from St. Honavitch's Church dare to stare..."
The middle-aged pastor didn't seem to have a particularly good temper, and he spoke with the quintessence of Chinese culture. He looked up at Weinerson and said.
"You come with me!"
"good!"
Weinerson nodded, asked no more questions, and followed the other person quietly.
Ta da, da da!
The sound of footsteps echoed around. After turning countless turns and descending countless stairs, he followed the priest and came to a dark and narrow cross corridor.
"Ahead is Captain Joseph's office."
"May the crimson bless you." Weinerson bowed slightly and tapped his chest four times to outline a pattern that symbolized sleep and crimson.
"Praise to Crimson."
The priest in black robes also returned the salute, and then Weinerson said no more. With the help of the elegant gas wall lamps on both sides of the wall, he looked forward and walked deeper step by step.
The black corridor led straight ahead. On the way, he passed a fork in the road, which was a gray-white stone staircase extending downward. It exuded a cold and hard-to-dispel mist, which made people instinctively feel uncomfortable.
After walking for about ten minutes, the distance between the left and right gradually widened, and the classical wall lamps embedded in the wall scattered their light.
At the corner, a retro-styled iron door appeared in front of him. He pressed the handle on the door, and as the gaps opened little by little, strong sunlight poured in from top to bottom like crowded sea water, sweeping the door behind him. illuminate.
Weinerson was so illuminated that he couldn't open his eyes for a moment. He covered it with his hands. Between his fingers, he saw the beautifully decorated spacious hall, the rows of heavy wooden bookshelves, and the people sitting in the office not far away. In the chair, holding a newspaper, Joseph Paxton showed little energy.
"Faslanka City Fool's Morning News"...Fool...Fool?
Good name... Weinerson silently recited the name of the headline in the newspaper, and today's top news.
"A new era has arrived. The Dijing cannon has been successfully equipped on armored ships. The future will be a collision between technology and civilization."
"Lexington Hospital has a major safety incident and is closing for three days."
"Florence, an unknown island was discovered in the white desert of Scandinavia, and the Poseidon Church has gone to investigate!"
...
A major safety incident at Lexington Hospital in Seaside?
Isn't that the largest public hospital in Faslanka, and it has an official background? How could such a major accident happen?
"Venerer van der Rohe."
Joseph Paxton's deep and gentle voice suddenly sounded, and Weinerson, who had his eyes fixed on the newspaper, was startled.
"Hello, Mr. Joseph." Weinerson hurriedly adjusted his clothes and bent down to bow.
"I didn't expect to meet in advance. Is there something wrong?"
He put down the newspaper in his hand and looked up at Weinerson, a trace of exhaustion flashing in his deep gray-blue eyes.
"I'm here to ask for help. Someone is watching me these days." Weinerson answered truthfully and briefly.
"Surveillance? You came from church?"
He leaned back, raised his palms and rubbed his temples. It was obvious that he used a lot of force.
"Yes, I told the bishop who was preaching about the situation. After identifying himself, he asked a priest to lead the way and brought me here."
After listening to Weinerson's brief report, Joseph nodded lightly. He picked up the pipe from the table, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed. Then he took out the match from the drawer, lit the pipe, took a puff, and exhaled gray-white smoke. Circle, the fatigue on his face disappeared instantly.
"It's still unclear whether it is Lunatic Asylum No. 8. After all, many ancient secret organizations have calculated against each other. The reason why they are monitoring and not acting rashly is that the monitor should know that you are now a member of the Honavitch Church. He has something. Scruples.”
Without waiting for Weinerson to express his opinion, Joseph continued:
"I will immediately send more night watchmen to eliminate the monitors, but this is only temporary. They are targeted by the ancient secret organization and will not get rid of them so easily. Even if they are eliminated now, it won't take long before there will still be new ones. Crazy people are targeting you.”
"what should I do?"
Weinerson asked in a deep voice. He was not afraid of being targeted. After all, he was now a priest and had a certain ability to deal with danger.
The main reason is that Irene, Mies, and Gropius are afraid that No. 8 Lunatic Asylum will harm their family. For a lunatic, as long as they can achieve their goals, everything else doesn't matter.
"Go to St. Honavitch University as soon as possible. It's best to leave tomorrow. This is the only way." Joseph picked up the pipe and took another puff, his gray-blue eyes showing no ripples.
"Tomorrow?" Weinerson asked.
"That's right." Joseph nodded affirmatively, "Anyway, it's close to school time. I just caught up with the schedule ahead of time."
"Okay." Weinerson took a breath, said goodbye, turned around, and prepared to leave the room.
He originally wanted to have another reunion dinner with his family and then leave to report to the university, but judging from the current situation, he had to leave early.
At this moment, the iron door behind opened with a creak, and a girl with long sea-blue hair hurried in. Her delicate face was shrouded in dark clouds, and her eyebrows were tightly knitted together.
This girl, who is in her early twenties, is wearing a white Ghent-style palace dress with beautiful lace on the cuffs, neckline, skirt and other places, which makes her face even more beautiful.
"Captain, it's not good..." The girl was stunned for a moment, and her words stopped as soon as she reached her mouth. Her eyes quickly focused on the melancholy young man in front of her.
"Are you...Weinersen?"
"Ah... I am." Weinerson looked at the girl and her crystal-green eyes. He touched his cheek unconsciously, "Miss, do you know me?"
"If you are involved in extraordinary events, you are already considered a celebrity in Honavitch."
The girl in the palace dress did not say much about this issue. She turned to Joseph and said:
"Captain, Besik... his body temperature has reached 43 degrees..."
After listening to it with a solemn expression, Joseph stood up and said solemnly:
"Bennet's dispelling magic failed?"
"There is no failure, but there is too much spirit left." After saying that, the girl lowered her head, and her bangs were scattered on both sides.
Dispersal ritual? Mental remnants?
Weinerson was stunned by the words of the girl in front of him. He looked at the two of them slightly blankly, always feeling that something was missing.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in his mind, that silver-haired boy, the boy carrying the bronze lantern. He was not here...
As he thought about it, Weinerson was startled and had a bad feeling for no reason.
"Do you have anything important to do right now? I know it's presumptuous to say this, but... um... I mean, can I help?"
Weinerson didn't know how to express it. His first impression of the silver-haired boy was not too bad, and he was about to join the Night Watch team and be considered a colleague, so he expressed his views in one breath.
After hearing Weinerson's words, Joseph glanced at him. After about three seconds, his gray-blue eyes became deep.
"It's a good realization. As a cleric, you will be exposed to such incidents sooner or later. You are not considered an outsider now. Just treat it as you are about to become a trainee of the Hornavitch Night Watch. The note will be reviewed later. Hurry now."
"Okay, Mr. Joseph."
After saying that, the group of three quickly walked through the iron gate and walked down the stairs.
In the dim and dark corridor, there was no other sound except the patter of footsteps. This always made Weinerson feel that the atmosphere was quite serious, and he couldn't help but regret following him.
After an unknown amount of time, Joseph sighed and said:
"Besik is an orphan. His parents abandoned him since he was a child. His silver hair was actually caused by a serious illness he contracted when he was a child. It is an incurable blood disease. When I first met him, he was in the red light district. Look at me from the side of the street.”
"Later I brought him to the church. Under the guidance of old Frank, he entered St. Honavitch University. Since he had not studied primary education or secondary education, after entering the university, he spent almost every day in the library and studied diligently. This was his main theme until three years ago, when the 19-year-old boy became a high-quality graduate of Honavitch University, which is also rare in the long history."
I was abandoned by my parents when I was a child and suffered from serious illnesses. I didn’t think about Besik’s childhood memories... In comparison, I was lucky enough.
Hopefully it was a false alarm, Weinerson thought as he couldn't help but draw a symbol of sleep and crimson on his chest, and prayed in a low voice:
"May Crimson bless him."
Joseph and the girl followed suit and made the same move:
"May Crimson bless him."
...
The black corridor was silent, and Joseph stopped at the fork in the road.
"He's down here, in the Necropolis."
The Necropolis... I just came to this fork in the road that felt uncomfortable, but I didn't expect it to be an underground cemetery.
Weinerson looked at the gray and white stone stairs that extended downward. Before he could study them carefully, Joseph snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, he became dizzy involuntarily, and his vision quickly became blurry. All the colors were getting heavier, just like the oil paintings splashed by a master of painting. The red became redder, the blue became bluer, and the black became darker. The color blocks were intertwined and overlapping, and they continued to appear. Variety.
Weinerson has experienced scenes like this more than once before. In addition to the falling gravity of the rubbing ring itself, there is also the spirit world shuttle of the owl messenger.
At this moment, his vision was extremely blurred, like a roller coaster, but his thinking was very clear. He no longer had the headaches and mental state about to collapse like when he was an ordinary person.
Gradually, he saw the surrounding scene clearly, and all the colors separated again. Elegant gas lamps gradually appeared on the walls on both sides of the stairs. Each lampshade was filled with gray and illusory mist, which dispelled the darkness. , bringing some peace.
"This is the Crimson Mist. It is a necessary level leading to every underground cemetery. It is also set up to prevent anyone from breaking into the cemeteries without permission."
Wearing a long court dress, the girl with sea-blue hair followed Joseph. She stared at her feet and walked carefully step by step.
"Crimson Mist?"
Weinerson frowned slightly. This was the first time he heard this word.
"Yes, Crimson Mist. Strictly speaking, Crimson Mist is one of the guardians of St. Honavitch Church."
"There are many strange species in this world. They are not necessarily living things, but may be objects, such as scarecrows by the fields, gloves that are usually worn, ancient mottled bronze mirrors, ancient gold coins, etc."
"Sometimes these things seem normal, but in fact they are not normal at all. They even have living properties. When you get to St. Honavitch University, you will understand this knowledge systematically."
The girl was looking at the road and talking familiarly. Suddenly, she turned her head and glanced at Weinerson, and the boy's reflection was reflected in her green eyes.
"I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Elena Saslia. Nice to meet you. We should be teammates from now on."
