The name Chanis Gate originates from Archbishop Chanis, the founder of the Church of the Evernight Goddess’s modern Nighthawks system, and its purpose is to seal Mystical Items collected by the Church of the Evernight Goddess.
Among those Roger explicitly knew were 2-105 “Vessel Thief,” 2-078 “Door of Death,” 2-030 “Everlasting Poison,” and 3-0625 “Bad Luck Puppet.”
Taiwan Novel Network has a large collection of books, read at any time.
Not to mention, it also contained the ashes of Saint Selena, a Saint of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, which was the core of the seal.
Precisely because of this, in every sense, it was one of the most dangerous places in Tingen City.
“The Aurora Order can scheme for such a place; it seems Mr.
C truly desires that so-called holy relic.”
Roger’s thoughts raced.
He felt it was necessary to subtly remind Klein about this.
“I can’t go directly to Klein, because the Aurora Order just came and used secrecy measures, so it’s not impossible they’re monitoring my actions.”
He thought it over and over, then a sudden idea struck him.
He walked into the living room and woke Bandit, who was sleeping on the sofa.
The awakened tabby cat looked at him with some resentment.
Roger gave an apologetic smile:
“Bandit, go next door and help me lure Klein over.
Remember to ‘open the door’ from the kitchen.”
Because the townhouses shared structural parts, Bandit passing through the wall to Klein’s house would not alert the Aurora Order.
In a corner of Klein’s house was a cabinet, located on the same horizontal plane as Roger’s kitchen.
As long as Bandit emerged from there, he could pretend to have slipped in through a window.
Bandit blinked, clearly understanding Roger’s words, and reluctantly jumped off the sofa, running towards the kitchen.
Roger waited for a while, but then saw Bandit return from the kitchen the way he came.
“Did you find Klein?” he asked, puzzled.
The tabby cat ran to the living room, rummaged through the test word cards Roger had written earlier, and pulled out a card that read “No.”
“Right, Klein mentioned during dinner that day that he’s on duty every Thursday.”
Roger then remembered, but immediately an unbidden thought appeared in his mind.
“Speaking of this duty…
could it be at Chanis Gate?” You are reading on g.com, the official source.
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed, but considering the anomaly he encountered during his last prayer to Mr.
The Fool, Roger dared not try to hint at Klein through such a Pathway again.
Mr.
C had said earlier that he would send other members of the Aurora Order to carry out the mission with Roger.
Because the Apprentice Pathway is not good at combat, there would definitely be combat-oriented types among those accompanying him.
This also meant that Klein would very likely have to fight head-on.
Not yet a Clown, he would find it difficult to gain an advantage in such a duel.
“In that case, even if I don’t want to participate in this mission, I have to.”
Roger had a headache.
For Klein’s sake, he had to be prepared.
He glanced at Bandit, deciding not to bring this easily recognizable tabby cat.
Instead, he went to the cabinet and pulled out the pile of items he had brought from the Abraham Family’s residence.
“Not this one, nor that one…”
Following his memory, Roger quickly pulled out a glove from the items scattered on the floor.
The glove was made of pure cotton, entirely black, and looked somewhat fuzzy.
His heart stirred.
He put the glove on his left hand, then let his spirituality wrap around his five fingers, and then reached straight towards the cabinet door beside him.
Without any obstruction, his hand passed through, and then took out a bow tie from inside.
“You’re the one,” he smiled.
This was a relic of Roger’s grandfather, Benjamin Abraham, “benjamins gloves.”
This Sequence 7 Astrologer had accidentally spilled a potion on his cotton gloves during his first attempt to become an Apprentice, unexpectedly creating this item.
“benjamins gloves” can, by feeding it with spirituality, exhibit abilities similar to an Apprentice, but the side effect is that if used too many times in one day, the user will fall completely into “etherealization,” and the recovery time is uncertain.
For Roger, who needed to pretend to be an Apprentice, this was a good substitute.
He showered, ate lunch, and then, while thinking about his future plans, flipped through the Tussock Times to pass the time.
When night fell, Roger changed into an unworn overcoat, put on “benjamins gloves,” and folded the leather owl mask he had worn earlier, placing it inside his overcoat.
He specifically instructed Bandit to stay home and behave, then left to take a public carriage and arrived at Red Moon Street.
“Taking a public carriage to engage in secret ‘criminal activities’—this scene looks strange no matter how you look at it.”
By then, there were noticeably fewer pedestrians on the street.
He had no choice but to go to a nearby coffee shop that was still open and bought a small cup of dixie coffee.
He sat behind the window, waiting, and casually observed the towering Church of the Evernight Goddess across the street.
Not a single mistake, one by one, all content in one glance!
After about another twenty minutes, Roger noticed a refined young man wearing glasses and a white shirt with a gray vest, and another tall, neatly dressed, beautiful curly-haired lady converging from different directions, standing at the same spot on the street corner.
His heart stirred.
He drank his coffee in one gulp, pushed open the door, and walked towards the two.
“Meters?”
The curly-haired woman spoke, her tone gentle.
Roger nodded, and then the three walked together towards a dark spot on the street corner, soon seeing a large door locked from the inside.
This was a side hall of Saint Selena Church, not usually open to worshipers.
“Meters, you open the door.”
After the young man spoke, his figure rapidly faded, quickly merging into the surrounding shadows and disappearing.
“A Sequence 7 of the Secrets Supplicant Pathway, a Hermit?”
Roger was slightly surprised by this sight.
He hadn’t expected the Aurora Order to send a Sequence 7 Beyonder for this mission.
One should know that this Sequence level was already enough to become a divine envoy of the Aurora Order.
If not for the presence of Mr.
C in Awwa County, this young man should also have had hopes of becoming a divine envoy.
Roger’s heart tightened.
He immediately put on his mask, then infused his spirituality into “benjamins gloves,” and passed through the wall into the side hall of Saint Selena Church, which was illuminated by the moonlight from the other side of the street, casting mottled red light on the floor.
“No one…”
He looked around, relieved to confirm there were no bishops or priests on duty, then unlatched the door from the inside.
Vaguely, a tall figure wearing a Clown mask entered, and at the same time, a faint breeze swept past Roger, heading towards the deepest part of the church.
“A Clown mask?
The Aurora Order and the Hermetic Order are cooperating?”
Roger frowned immediately upon seeing this.
There will be another update later.