Qin Ran returned to Saint Paul School without stopping.
Of course, he did not use the main entrance.
At that moment, Saint Paul School's front gate was still crowded with all sorts of people drawn there by the "miracle."
Some had come to offer sincere thanks, others to watch the commotion afterward, and there was no shortage of skeptics.
With those three groups gathered together, it was easy to imagine what might happen.
Fortunately, the School Guard Unit's constant patrols had prevented any real clashes.
Knowing that full well, Qin Ran had no intention of showing himself there.
After easily vaulting over a wall on one side, Qin Ran headed toward the staff dormitory beside the field. The carriage from Wayne Manor was already parked there, and the old nun was leafing through the books with delighted surprise.
"2567, I really don't know what to say!"
"This is wonderful!"
The old nun was so excited that she could barely find her words.
Qin Ran understood her feelings perfectly.
After all, an organization's legacy depended not on one person or even a handful of people, but on written records.
Only a combination of secret arts, secret methods, and records of events both great and small constituted a complete legacy.
Without the books recording its history, the Dawn Church could be considered dead, even with the old nun and Gonglansen still around.
But once those books were recovered, the Dawn Church could continue to be passed down in secret, even if its name remained obscure.
Even without the necessary secret arts and methods.
"It was what I ought to do."
"On my way back, I ran into people from the Radiance Church."
Qin Ran did not hide anything.
Something like this could not be concealed. The old nun only needed to ask