Chapter 378: 377Church Agent

Chapter 378: 377Church Agent

Chapter 378 377. Church Agent

Sir, can you speak to me nicely?

Lan En stood outside a door with a warning light on, speaking to the people in the room.

His words seemed to touch upon some misunderstanding, causing the men in the room to laugh harshly.

"Ha! Foreigners are all evil-minded, and you still expect decent people in the city to talk to you nicely? Oh, my lord, do you still want me to open the door so that you can hunt here? Share a safe room with me at night?

The man in the room sneered.

The strangers have brought the plague, so you should enjoy this hunting night! Country bumpkin!

Lan En scratched his cheek expressionlessly.

The enthusiasm of the Yanam people is really hard to refuse no matter how many times you experience it.

If you dare to talk to me like this again, I will smash the warning light at your door and pour a thick layer of monster blood on your door.

When the young man's plain voice sounded again, the mean and strange laughter in the room stopped suddenly like a duck with its throat twisted.

You! How dare you.I.

The sense of superiority of I am safe, you are not safe on the night of hunting collapsed in an instant, and the Yannan peoples fear of the night of hunting was aroused.

I came to Yanan to ask for nothing from you, and I dont owe you anything. I am different from those foreigners who point to Yanan for help, sir.

Lan En crossed his arms and spoke softly, but his calm tone made people in the room no longer dare to speak rudely.

Im just a passerby. You cant expect a passerby to maintain a high moral standard in a strange city, right? The world is probably not that good yet.

Lann paused to give the men in the room time to digest their emotions.

So, can you answer the question well?

Yes, yes, sir.

When he said "Sir", his tone was still difficult. It was obvious that calling a stranger "Sir" was something that did not suit his wishes.

But that's not important. Lan En doesn't expect to have a good relationship with him. He just needs him to answer questions.

Soon, amid the hesitation caused by psychological barriers, the man pointed out the way to the cathedral for Lan En.

The road conditions in Yanan are too complicated. Even though the cathedral stands high up there, Lan En still has the athletic ability to climb up to the roof, but he can't find the way.

The architects in Yanan can be said to be of very high standard.

After asking the question, Lan En turned around and left. He is not so stingy as to lure a lycanthropic patient to someone else's door just because of a few curses.

This voice echoed in the church, seeming distant and empty.

At the porch when you first enter the church, there are two rows of strange statues standing on both sides.

The limbs are abnormally proportioned, the head is like a walnut exposed by the hollowing out, and the hand is holding a golden decorative spear.

This kind of monster is the blood source of the Healing Church? That ancient god?

No, not like that. As the main object of belief, the ancient gods should be placed in the most important and eye-catching position in the church. These are just a group of gatekeepers.

But even so, this group of goalkeepers was enough to give Lan En a preliminary understanding of the beliefs of the Healing Church.

Different from the Meritelli faith in the magical world, the Healing Church does not seem to care at all about the appearance modification of the objects of faith.

The weird ancient **** made him appear weirdly, and believers who have tasted the blood therapy will not give up the enjoyment of blood therapy just because the statue of the **** is weird.

When he walked into the church hall, Lan En saw the most conspicuous sculpture on the altar.

It was a headless woman with angel wings, holding a water bottle and pouring water.

unclear meaning.

But right in front of the statue, a thin figure in white robes was curled up and kneeling on the ground, reciting some kind of prayer. There was only a small candlestick beside him.

The sound of the prayer was muffled under the architectural structure of the church, so that even the witcher's extraordinary senses could not fully hear it.

Vaguely, only a few words were captured by Lan En.

Pursue the holy blood. But mortals must be careful

"You are so immature and weak, you must always be wary of those blasphemous monsters whispering to you, luring you into the abyss. Mortals need to pay attention"

If you lose your fear, no one will lament you anymore.

Lan En's face turned grim, and he walked in the direction of the church agent without changing his pace.

"so."

The calm and calm voice echoed in the church.

You and the Healing Church actually know that monsters will be born from blood. Right?

Then you are still promoting [blood therapy] throughout Yanan. You just told the people to be more vigilant, and then you completely ignored the risks of blood. Is that right?

The sound of the steel blade being pushed out of the scabbard came from Lan En's waist, clear and cold.

The prayers suddenly stopped.

The agent turned around while maintaining his kneeling posture, looking at the intruder with his eyes under the pure white hood.

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