Mystic Holy See

After coming out of Johnny's house, Aldrich did not take a carriage, but walked slowly along the street.

He needs this time to organize his thoughts.

The reason why Aldridge came with the Wagen Tree people was to let Johnny study for a while, which was his hobby, and on the other hand, to let Johnny help him send a letter to Claude, please as a trainee The priest, he helped him shoot this little guy as soon as possible.

The Earth Goddess Church, or in other words, every church is open to 'mystery', and they need to use 'mystery' to cultivate their own Beyonders.

It is expected that the Vagan Treant, as a 'mysterious' with two extraordinary abilities, can at least exchange for 1500 goldnar.

This made Aldridge both happy and annoyed.

Fortunately, I went to Claude directly for the sake of efficiency. If I took it to the church to find the superiors of the 'Mystery Hunters'... I guess it's cold enough now?

Churches are not government agencies, but they have the extraordinary responsibility of overseeing, and for Aldridge they are far more terrifying than the police.

And when it comes to the "secret mystery" of the church itself, the church is a complete cold-blooded machine, and there is absolutely no benevolence and kindness at all.

"But why does it appear in the Great Gorand Forest?"

Aldridge inevitably thought of this question.

Did some high-level core members of the church betray the church? ...Forget it, this is not the level I can reach now.

What I should do now is to be promoted to rank 1 as soon as possible.

……

After Aldrich left, Claude immediately put on his coat and brought the Wagens to the Church of Life in Rolle District.

He was very uneasy and knew the importance of this matter, which made him unable to wait until tomorrow.

The church would not be open to the public at night, so Claude was naturally unaffected, and the church deacon in charge of the night opened the door for him.

He stroked his forehead to pay homage to his colleagues, then went straight through the hall of chanting for believers to pray, and walked towards the back of the church.

Claude came to a door in the depths and knocked gently on the door.

"Name."

An old male voice came from the door.

"Claude Rodriguez."

Claude replied respectfully.

The old voice asked again: "Who are you the great mother goddess?"

Claude caressed his brows and bowed his head piously: "I am the servant of the great Mother Goddess, a humble and firm believer, and the shield that protects the Mother Goddess."

The old male voice stopped talking.

Claude closed his eyes and prayed for 3 seconds, then said again, "Mother is above."

Then he slightly pushed open the door in front of him. The strange thing was that behind the door was a staircase extending downwards, but there was no figure.

Claude was not surprised. He went down the stairs step by step under the steady gas light on the wall, until he encountered a wooden door at the bottom.

The door was open, and a figure was standing tall and straight at the door, obviously waiting for his arrival.

"team leader!"

Claude stepped forward quickly and shouted respectfully.

Malik Thatcher nodded expressionlessly, glanced at the wooden box in Claude's hand, and asked bluntly, "What's the matter?"

Claude pointed to the wooden box in his hand with a serious expression.

Malik didn't talk nonsense, turned around and walked in, Claude quickly followed.

Behind the door is a long corridor that can accommodate four people walking side by side. There are rooms with closed doors on both sides. The light in the corridor is as bright as day.

This is the workplace of the Earth Goddess Church's personnel responsible for extraordinary events. They are on duty 24 hours a day. Tonight is Malik and a deacon in his team.

The deacon was a young woman named Varena Chenko, and she had a good relationship with Claude. Sitting at a desk at the end of the corridor, she saw Claude and him nodding.

Malik Thatcher, as the official priest in the military position, has a high status and naturally has an independent office here. After he walked in with Claude, he securely closed the door.

"Say."

He sat upright on the solid wood chair of the desk and spit out a short word.

Claude took a deep breath and opened the box. The Vagan tree man jumped out almost at the same time as the box was opened.

"..."

Malik's facial muscles twitched, his pupils dilated and he stared at the Wagen tree man jumping on the ground, his eyes pierced into Claude's face like a sword, and said coldly, "Give me an explanation."

Claude was oppressed by Malik's momentum, and there was even a cold sweat behind his back, but he did not dare to delay, and fluently expressed the pre-organized language.

"Aldrich Alfred, a familiar name."

Malik remembered the altar of the Mother of Ten Thousand Snakes that he spent a lot of time dealing with, and snorted coldly.

"Captain!" Claude was afraid that Malik would target Aldridge, so he couldn't help but speak out in a hurry.

"I understand!" Malik waved him to shut his mouth and said, "A little guy like him doesn't have this ability, but I'll still find someone to check the facts."

Claude was silent, he understood that this verification was a necessary procedure.

"Your vacation is canceled. Go to see the bishop with me later."

Malik said one last sentence, pushed the door and hurried away.

In the early hours of the night, several Beyonder teams led by official priests secretly came to the Church of Life, and then left when the morning approached.

An undercurrent of unknown size has flowed.

......

After returning home, Aldridge let go of all the mess in his mind and concentrated on making up his sleep.

It was not until the evening of the next day that he came out of the house, with a hat and a cane, and walked to the Forest Bar.

Pushing open the door of the Forest Bar, in the melodious doorbell, he unexpectedly saw Mills at the bar mixing drinks for a beautiful female customer.

The lady was dressed very sexy, and there were a few romantic men wandering around unsurprisingly, but her eyes were always focused on Mills' handsome face, and her rosy lips kept spitting out seductive aromas.

Mills responded with a smile on his face, showing that he was very experienced.

Aldridge pouted, originally wanted to ask Mills for some information, but now is obviously not a good time.

He turned his head to watch the situation in the bar, almost all the seats were occupied.

Some tables are filled with Harimea, and three or five guests gather around the table to pour wine in their mouths, while others are driving elegant goblets, or gentlemen or elegant men and women whispering. Speak and show enough self-restraint.

What a strange sight... Obviously different styles, but in the same bar?

There are Beyonders among these people, and they don't come to this bar because of their style... Aldridge affirmed this, and that's why he came to the bar today.

Aldridge's eyes lit up, and he saw a familiar face - Sunderland Yasuo, the Extraordinary known as the 'Black Cat'.

Mr. 'Black Cat' is a slender and short man with an ordinary face. Although he cannot tell when he is sitting, his height in memory is only about 1.65 meters. His arms and legs are also slender. Extraordinary with extraordinary abilities in agility.

At this time, he was wearing a pair of black trousers, and only a white shirt on the upper body. The front of the shirt was open, revealing a chest that was not dense but unexpectedly strong.

He was sitting alone at a dimly lit table close to the inside. There were already several empty bottles in front of him, all of them are Harimea~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But from the look, he didn't feel drunk at all, Still blowing the bottle in a big mouthful.

Aldridge walked straight over, sat firmly in front of him, and said with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Sunderland Yasuo."

The 'Black Cat' swallowed a mouthful of the mellow liquor, raised his black pupils to look at him, and said solemnly, "If I'm not drunk yet, then I shouldn't know you?"

Saying that, he blew himself another sip of Harimea's orange liquor.

"Of course, I'm Aldrich Alfred, your colleague." Aldridge didn't care and introduced himself politely.

"Peer, huh, I haven't seen you before, new to the industry?" His expression was cold and his tone unpleasant, obviously not a good communication guy.

Aldridge felt that he had found the wrong target, and the circle of guys with this style would not necessarily be large.

"That's right."

"Then you can consider changing careers earlier!" Sunderland sneered.

Aldridge can guess the reason for what he said - there is no potion formula to cultivate his own "mysterious", but he needs to continue the conversation, so he pretends to know nothing and asks: "Why?"

"Hey!" Sunderland smiled mockingly, obviously joking that Aldridge was really a rookie.

"What's the matter with me?" He said directly, too lazy to communicate with the rookie.

"Let's get to know each other, maybe we will have a chance to deal with each other in the future." No matter how upset he was, Aldridge was still polite on the surface.

"Then we know each other now, goodbye, Mr. Aldrich."

When he said 'Mr. Aldridge', Sunderland pronounced it word by word.

Aldridge smiled slightly, but was not angry, nodded, got up and walked away, making a secret decision in his heart.