Antony relied on the complicated corridors of the Church of the Lady of the Night, just like a beginner flipping through an obscure and difficult papal book. Without a guide who is familiar with the path, it is easy to go astray.

But he was not in a hurry, and being temporarily lost did not hinder his detailed appreciation of the cathedral.

After the prayer session, he separated from the other five witches because the confessional could only be open to one believer at a time, which was the same as all church rules.

After waiting patiently for a while, Anthony took out an exquisite gold pocket watch engraved with dense ancient Ceylonese characters, sighed, turned around, and walked back.

Following the guidance of his memory, he came to a bookshelf open to the public and found a copy of "The Book of Night" from the bookshelf.

He immediately pulled it out from the bookshelf, stretched out his hand and gently touched the slightly old flower emblem on the surface of the scripture.

Although he does not believe in any god, it does not mean that he is not interested in theology.

On the contrary, Anthony read almost all the canons of the church while studying at the Theological Seminary of Valinor.

The "Book of Dark Night" is the most distinctive of all scriptures - each "Book of Dark Night" will have a bright red flower stuck to its surface.

He turned to the first page of the scripture with great interest:

"You are nobler than the stars

The goddess of night who is older than eternity

The Queen of Disaster and Fear

Lord of sleep and silence

Praise the Goddess”

Anthony closed the book and smiled softly: "It's still as boring as before."

Just as Anthony was about to put the scripture back on the bookshelf, a deep male voice came from behind him: "What are you doing here?"

Anthony looked back, his black pupils shrinking slightly.

It was an old man with a vicissitudes of life.

He wore a gold clover medal on his chest and was still wearing the simple black robe.

Anthony couldn't help but said: "Good evening, Teacher Andrew."

"I remember that you are not a believer in the goddess of the night." Andrew coughed: "If you just want to read a book, you can go to the library."

"I'm just waiting for someone." Anthony smiled.

He knew the library that Andrew was talking about, which was one of the few places open to the outside world in the Church of the Lady of the Night in Flença.

Many scholars, philosophers or some arty nobles like to go there to borrow a book and a cup of milk tea produced in Samar City, and then spend a leisurely afternoon.

Only very occasionally, young priests studying in cathedrals or seminaries would come to the library to stand in silence for a day in the sea of ​​books, but of course these people could not afford a cup of Samar milk tea that cost 1 gold coin.

"Have you received the thing your father sent you?" After a brief silence, Andrew sighed.

"I don't know what you are referring to." Anthony shook his head: "I didn't tell that person where I live."

"I asked someone to deliver the things to Black Swan Manor for you." Andrew looked into the dark eyes of his student.

Anthony suddenly recalled the coffin he received at Black Swan Manor that day. He suddenly laughed, and smiled lightly: "Is this what that person meant?"

"I have never guessed what he meant, just as I have never felt that he did not regard you as his son."

Andrew shook his head, turned and left.

Anthony looked at the old man's leaving figure and suddenly noticed that the teacher who had taught him for three full years was old and could hardly stand up straight.

"Goodbye, Teacher Andrew." He took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, put them on his clothes and wiped them gently.

I don’t know why, but the corners of Anthony’s eyes were slightly sore at this moment.

"Anthony, what are you doing?"

Winnie jumped to the middle of the corridor and gently poked Anthony on the back: "We have been waiting for you in the confessional for a long time."

Anthony turned his head, put on his glasses, and regained his previous faint smile: "Isn't it true that only one person can enter the confessional at the same time?"

"Of course that's the case in theory." Winnie raised her beautiful eyebrows: "But what we are confessing is the same mistake. Naturally, the bishop is willing to answer questions for several lost lambs at the same time."

"Then let's go." Anthony hesitated slightly and took the initiative to hold Winnie's hand.

This move surprised Winnie. She glanced at Anthony beside her in disbelief. In the end, she did not struggle and squeezed Anthony's palm with the same gentle force.

But soon she discovered that this man had become more serious.

He didn't seem to be satisfied with just holding hands, his slender fingers gently slid between her knuckles, and when she was not careful, he slipped into the gaps between her fingers, turning into a ten-finger interlocking hand holding pattern.

"Let's go to the confession room." Anthony said with a faint and gentle smile on his face: "But we have to hurry up and don't keep the other ladies waiting. This is not good."

After saying that, he took Winnie's hand and started running gently, quickly passing the old figure walking slowly in front of him.

Winnie did not stop his childish behavior, and her face was as red as the June sun.

"It's really enviable." In front of the confessional at the end of the aisle, Kasha crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. She smiled and joked: "When you wait for the wedding, remember to ask me to host it. Of course, if you are planning to hold a wedding,

words."

Winnie lowered her head, her face red as if it was about to bleed.

Anthony didn't speak. He turned around inadvertently and found that Andrew nodded slightly to him behind him, with a smile on his old face.

He gently retracted his hand, raised his head, his smile was like the sunshine shining into the choir from the church dome in winter, and said softly: "Then shall we go to the confessional now? Miss Kasha?"

"Of course, Mr. Anthony." Kasha smiled: "I believe that you, like me, are also a devout and docile kind believer. I hope that we can all be saved by the bishop."

"It is a great honor for ordinary believers like us to be able to meet the Bishop in person." Anthony heard the footsteps not far away and immediately said with a smile.

"All believers will eventually return to the embrace of the goddess." A man in red robes walked out from the corner, his face full of solemnity: "We are all equal, may the goddess favor us.

.”

"May the goddess favor us." Anthony put away his smile, nodded slightly, and watched the man in red robe walk into the confession room nearby.
Chapter completed!