At dusk, the sun set in the west.
The three chimes of Silverpine Town's church bells marked the end of the prayers before nightfall. The afterglow of the setting sun spilled across the roof of red brick and gleaming tiles, slowly stretching the cross-shaped shadow of the steeple across the ground.
Standing beneath the brilliantly colored stained-glass windows, Priest Matt quietly watched the worshippers depart. Then, beneath the reverent gazes of the young monks and nuns, he turned and headed for the cellar behind the church.
This was where the church stored its wine. It was quite spacious, covering fifty or sixty square meters.
Ever since the Great Cemetery had taken over the church, Lord Demon Lord had ordered his underlings to dig a hidden passage from the first floor of the labyrinth straight to this cellar and designate it as their secret meeting place.
Whenever dusk arrived, Matt would come here under the pretext of studying scripture, lock the door, and wait for the time it took a candle to burn.
Today was no different.
Unlike usual, however, the moment he pushed open the musty wooden door, he saw a young man sitting on the wooden table in the cellar, flipping through scripture embossed with crosses.
Matt set the candlestick aside, bowed slightly, and spoke respectfully.
"Respected Lord Demon Lord, what are your instructions?"
If the residents of Silverpine Town had witnessed this scene, they would surely have been stunned speechless, unable to believe their own eyes, ears, or mouths—
Such a handsome young man was actually the Demon Lord? Priest Matt must have made a mistake! Leon casually flipped through the Holy Word Book of the Saint Siss Church and said in a conversational tone.
"Did someone named Jack come here to see you?"
Priest Matt nodded.
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