Seeing her mistress's obvious interest in the ghost story, Annie glanced at the other maids who were preparing hot water, combs, and other items, and continued:
" The Doctor and nurses wanted to ask the church bishop to attend a mass, but the remaining patients strongly objected, hoping to encounter the ghostly figure. They all called it the ' Clown Angel,' saying that its terrifying appearance resembled Clown in costume, but in reality, it was Angel relieved their pain and suffering."
"This title is quite interesting..." Audrey remarked with a slight smile.
In the past, she would have been very interested in this and eager to try to use " Dream Traversal " to stay overnight at that hospital and find out what the so-called " Clown Angel " was all about. However, the outbreak of war made her feel rather depressed. She felt that there were too many serious and important things to do and she really had no mood to investigate.
In fact, if she hadn't personally experienced the air raid and seen those who were injured as a result, she would definitely have felt over the past few days that the war had never broken out and that Backlund was very peaceful.
This is because after that air raid, the airship force of the Kingdom of Loen was deployed to the war, and the air defense standards of all coastal cities were raised. Backlund has not been attacked again. Currently, the battle between Feysac and Loen is mainly concentrated in three places: the Amanda Mountain Range in Winter County, the heavy industrial city cluster on the east coast of the Sonia Sea, and several major ports along the coast of the Sonia Sea. All three are in a stalemate, with neither side gaining a significant advantage. Even if there are casualties, they have little substantial impact on Backlund. Apart from prices starting to rise and news reports in the newspapers, the city seems to have returned to calm in just a few days.
But Audrey didn't see it that way. Her father and brother had been busy lately, always returning home very late, or gathering a group of nobles, members of parliament, and clergy for private parties at their home. Through other charitable organizations of the Church of Evernight, she learned about the specific number of casualties on the front lines in Pritz Harbor and Amanda, and even saw some battlefield photos. She was working hard to raise funds, contacting major pharmaceutical companies and regular hospitals, hoping to organize battlefield relief and charitable medical care.
Who would have thought that the adventurer, known for his madness, not only donated the surplus food from the manor but also an extra 7,000 pounds in cash... Audrey sighed inwardly and began to have the maids busy themselves with her.
Bridge South Borough, Rose Street.
Emlyn White casually donated a 10-pound note to a fundraiser for a charity, adjusted his top hat, walked up the steps, and entered the Harvest Church.
At that moment, there was not a single believer in the church, except for Father Utravsky, who looked like Half-Giant, sitting at the very front, praying devoutly.
Emlyn didn't rush to change into his priest's robes. He sat down next to the priest, intending to say something, but what came out of his mouth was a "hey" laugh.
"It must be your typical Feysac appearance and build that keeps those believers from coming over," Emlyn said casually, gazing at the altar ahead.
Bishop Utravsky lowered his hands, opened his eyes, and said:
I can understand them.
"What's the use of understanding? If the war were any more intense, and more soldiers were killed, those believers might just flood in here, burn down the church, and hang you," Emlyn said, still looking at the Holy Emblem of Life.
Father Utravsky shook his head very slightly:
"No, they won't. They sincerely believe in the Mother Goddess and won't burn down the church. At most, they'll expel me. If I show that I've renounced my Feysac citizenship, someone will understand me and accept me."
Emlyn clicked his tongue and said without shifting his gaze:
"What if Feynapotter also joins the war and attacks the Loen territory of Desi Bay?"
What if the Church of the Earth Mother called upon all clergy to be enemies of Loen?
"Will you obey the church's orders and turn your back on the believers here, or will you pretend you know nothing and continue to preach the preciousness of life and the joy of Harvest as you are now, or will you directly organize those believers to become enemies of their own people and prove their faith with blood and sacrifice?"
Bishop Utravsky slowly gazed at the altar and the Holy Emblem of Life on it, remaining silent for a long time.
Emlyn did not ask any more questions and, like the priest, fell silent.
The entire Harvest Church was silent.
On a colonial island, Alger Wilson, who had not yet returned to Passo Island, did not leave the Blue Avenger out of caution, but instead sent his Sailor ashore in shifts to gather intelligence.
"Captain, we still haven't received any news of a summons." A Sailor, reeking of alcohol, reported the day's catch to Alger.
Alger waved his hand, dismissing his subordinate from the room, then frowned slightly and muttered to himself:
"The church doesn't seem to be taking this war very seriously..."
In Alger's mind, this should be a fierce war with a wide impact. As the invaded party, the Church of Storms would surely mobilize all its forces to defeat the enemy, including commanding the "captains" scattered across the sea and giving them corresponding tasks. But even now, Alger has not received any orders from Passo Island.
This is not to say that the Church of Storms is slacking off. The active presence of church forces within the Loen army, the high-altitude defenses of major cities, and the various activities of Demigod powerhouses all demonstrate that the Church of Storms is seriously resisting the invasion of the Feynapotter Empire, just not fighting with enough intensity.
"Could it be because we're still in the early stages of the war? Does the Church want to preserve some of its strength for a crucial moment?" Alger suppressed his inner turmoil and waited for further intelligence.
That evening, another group of Sailor returned, but this time their news had nothing to do with the war.
"Captain, there seems to be some Monster lurking on this island. Many pirates say that after drinking too much, they encountered terrible things when they went out to urinate. Some were slapped hard by tree branches, some saw fruit growing on their bodies, full of blood and flesh, and some encountered thin ghosts, ghosts with faces covered in wheat grains..." A relatively sober Sailor described the rumors he had heard.
Ghost tales... Alger had no intention of uncovering the truth. He nodded and solemnly warned:
"Don't go out at night."
After Backlund and Pritz Harbor of ghost stories, Klein never went back to those hospitals, fearing a direct encounter with Zaratul's Marionette.
Relying on his " Creeping Hunger " and " Travel " ability, he expanded the scope of his terrifying legends, sometimes in the Sonia Sea, sometimes in the Sonia Sea, sometimes in Lenburg, sometimes in Feynapotter, and sometimes in places like West Balam, Highland River Valley, etc. He did not follow any rules, but relied entirely on his momentary Spirit Intuition. He would visit some cities two or three times, and some he would never set foot in again.
During this process, Klein had a strange feeling: invisible tentacles were reaching out from the terrifying darkness, either tracking his movements or trying to anticipate and intercept him in advance, silent and cold. Once they entangled him, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Klein knew this might be Zaratul's "search," and his best course of action was to temporarily stop Acting and lie low. But it was this subtle feeling that made him want to digest the Potion as soon as possible. So, with the help of the Gray Fog, Klein would first go above the Gray Fog to Divination the level of danger each time he randomly selected a target location, and then Paper Angel to interfere.
At this moment, having greatly advanced his digestion, he was " Teleportation " to Kukwa City in the Northern State of West Balam.
This is where he killed Ince Zangwill, avenging himself and his captain.
The moment the figure appeared in the White Feather Square, Klein suddenly sensed something amiss.
The general's mansion ahead, belonging to Mesangyes, was so quiet that it sent chills down one's spine and made one's hair stand on end.
Mesangyes was an indigenous general who had previously purchased weapons from Dawn Dantès. He was Beyonder with the " Death " pathway and was backed by the Church of Knowledge.
What happened? Klein frowned slightly, considering whether he should go in and check on the situation, after all, that was his "partner".
Moreover, if he could encounter a formidable enemy, it would be a great opportunity to Acting role. Klein had just done a self-assessment and believed that if he could make Saint- level Demigod the protagonist and create a few more terrifying legends, then his " Bizarro Sorcerer " Potion would be almost fully digested.
Of course, safety is the premise of everything, and caution and care must be taken... While Klein transformed the Marionette Qonas Kilgor into the appearance of Dawn Dantès, he took out a gold coin.
This time, his realization was that there was no danger.
Strange... Klein was not careless. His body suddenly became ethereal, turning into a shadow and disappearing into the darkness of the night. Meanwhile Marionette Chunas Qonas Kilgor, with the face of Dawn Dantès, slowly walked towards Mesangyes's mansion.
This is the " Shadow Concealment " of " Creeping Hunger " itself.
As for Klein's other Marionette, Marionette Enuni, it was waiting about 1 kilometer away, while the "rats" belonging to this Marionette were also nearly 1 kilometer away, but unable to make any moves.
Soon, Dawn Dantès arrived at the main gate of the general's mansion and activated the " Spirit Body Threads " vision.
What came into his view were tangled, illusory black lines, seemingly originating from different people, yet carrying a distinctly similar "aura."
The normal " Spirit Body Threads " do not exist at all.
Dawn Dantès paused for a few seconds, then reached out his right hand and pushed open the front door, which was not fully closed.
The scene inside was different from what Klein remembered. The gold leaf covering the pillars, the gold statues embedded in the walls, and the magnificent staircase were all mixed together, like a giant hedgehog with golden spikes growing out of it. Sharp stone pillars rose from the ground, and broken glass was everywhere.
In addition to these, there are also unreal, illusory bookshelves in the hall. In different parts of the bookshelves, there are patches of black shadows that sometimes curl up and stretch out, like eyes.
As the main gate opened, the pools of liquid-like black shadows suddenly came to life, each emitting the same sound:
It's you!
"My prediction was right! You're the one who helped me out of this predicament!"
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