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Chapter 59 Reward and Louis Wakes Up
Tingen, Daffodil Street 2.

Klein, who was reading newspapers and books in the house, suddenly remembered something.

"That's the reward for overthrowing the political commissar! You haven't given it to me yet?"

It was the two words "gold pounds" appearing between the lines that reminded him.

Although I am indeed short of gold pounds.
This represents potions, extraordinary items, and anything that can help increase his strength.

Klein sat at the desk, put on a black coat with a hood, and covered up everything that might reveal his identity, leaving only an untitled leather notebook.

Put your hands together and place them under your chin, making a prayer-like gesture.

Then he pried open the gray fog and followed the spiritual connection, rushing towards a red star.

Backlund, the headquarters of the Church of Storms.

In a lounge, the Hanged Man Alger was lying on a white velvet cushioned bed with his head tilted back, his clothes disheveled, and he looked like he had been in a hurry.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, focusing on the pictures around the chandelier and looking at the mural decorations on the ceiling.

Endless waves are surging, and holy angels and supreme gods are wearing thunder and lightning, surrounding the storm.

This is the subtle influence of the Storm Church's promotion of God's power.

But our anti-commissar's attention is obviously not here.

Where on earth did Qi Lingos escape to? I don't know what he will prepare for the next meeting.
The Church of the Eternal Sun has recently withdrawn all its major moves. Is it related to the vision that day?
Is there any connection between Mr. Fool and the mysterious Pope?
And the sun.
Alger had a lot of thoughts, thinking about many, many things.

Just as he was thinking about the mythological stories told by the sun that were very different from the contemporary world, a strange feeling came to him.

"Om-"

A low humming sound suddenly began to echo in his head.
He could feel a force pulling him, a force so mysterious and profound that no trace of it could be detected.

Is it the Fool? What does he want from me? Or is it in the church of the Church of the Storm?

A deep red light rose up, covering his perception.

The next moment, a picture of a mysterious man with an unclear face bowing his head and praying appeared before his eyes.

"My Lord, your mission has been accomplished. Qilingus has been successfully hunted."

The hoarse and deep voice had obviously been processed, and it was impossible to tell the age and gender.

The candle on the desk was the only source of light, and it began to sway as the mysterious man spoke.

It adds a touch of atmosphere to a not very spacious room.

"Mr. Hanged Man, your payment can be remitted to this anonymous account at Backlund Bank."

The picture was enlarged, and the account on the notebook also appeared in Alger's mind.

The mysterious man's pious tone suddenly changed and he spoke calmly, causing Alger, who was in shock and confusion, to shudder.

This feeling of being suddenly pointed out was very scary. Alger thought of the strict church deacons in his memory. They would occasionally serve as teachers, teaching the school-age children in the church.

Don't expect a group of grumpy old pigeons to talk to you gently and patiently. They are obviously better at explaining physics.

Alger put aside the bad memories in his mind, jumped off the bed, and bowed forward.

"Dear Mr. Fool, your followers are as mysterious and powerful as you are."

The tone was respectful and the expression was serious.

"I will deposit the payment into the account promptly."

This is the point!

I have enough gold pounds to buy potion ingredients, and enough money to make extraordinary items. I can also use the extra money to watch "The Return of the Count" with Benson and Melissa!
Klein heard Alger's response through the gray fog and immediately felt relieved.

Alger, who was far away in Backlund, felt differently.

The crimson light receded like the tide, and his consciousness returned to reality.

Alger turned around cautiously and observed the room. He waited for a while and then pushed the door open and walked out.

The silvery crescent moon is embedded in the thick night sky, dotted with tiny stars.

The night is quiet, the moon is bright in the sky, and there is no human voice around.

Alger stood at the door and looked at the center of the church for a while before returning to the room.

It seemed that he was still safe, and there was no sudden lightning that would strike him. Alger let out a long breath.

He had no choice but to be cautious, as the power of the gods had always been unquestionable.

What’s more, this is the headquarters of the Storm Church!
He was openly flirting with an evil god who was suspected to be reviving.

What is this? Am I provoking myself? Do I think I have lived too long?
Alger himself was surprised and worried about himself.

But this strange feeling made him feel a little awkward, and also a little strangely comfortable? ?

Alger slowly calmed himself down.

After all, his level of faith in the Church of the Storm...

Well, I can only say that there is a lot of room for improvement.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that there is no sign of anyone outside, as if they are completely defenseless.

But as soon as someone reveals a hint of evil spirit or other threats, a group of strong men will rush out instantly and give you a thunderous bath.

The number of mid- and high-sequence Beyonders, both openly and secretly, is enough to cause him to die several times without realizing it.

It seems that Mr. Fool's recovery is very optimistic.

Alger, who was already lying on the bed, slowly thought in his mind and soon fell asleep.

It is still far from dawn, and the dark night is the best medicine for sleep, peaceful and quiet.

But someone happened to wake up at this moment.

“Hiss! It hurts, it hurts!”

The silence of a large mansion on Böklund Street was suddenly broken.

Fortunately, the quality of the house is not bad, and the sound insulation effect is an important indicator in Backlund's construction market.

So that the neighbors wouldn’t come to “greet” Louis in the middle of the night.

“My face hurts—!”

The sudden scream made Amy subconsciously tense up. She arched her body high, jumped five meters away, and hit the wall of the bedroom heavily.

"Meow--!"

Sharp meows and Louis' cries of pain came one after another.

Before Louis could react, a cat's paw had already been imprinted on his face.

"Do you know that cats can react to stress?! If you startle me like this again, I'll scratch your face!!"

"Ahahaha, sorry, sorry, my face just hurts a little."

Louis, who was forced to calm down, became much more sober and let out an awkward laugh.

He felt that the wounds on his body were not very serious, but rather a feeling of weakness and fatigue after collapse.

"Besides, how can you be the same as ordinary cats? You are so much more elegant and intelligent than them!"

Louis touched the blood and scars on his face and loudly expressed his favor to the kitten.

He took off his torn old clothes and threw them into the trash can, then dragged Amy into the bathroom.

Turning on the light, the bright mirror allowed Louis to see his current miserable appearance more clearly.

The thick hair looked like a tangle of muddy water weeds with some grass clippings and dirt on it.

There were several scratches on his face, and traces of blood were seeping out from the wounds.

His face was extremely pale and his eyes had lost their luster.

Only a few linings inside the clothes were still intact, but many places were severely worn and faded.

If you don't know, you might wonder what I did at night.
But I didn't fight him in close combat, did I? Could it be that Amy was dragging me along the ground?
Louis complained silently in his heart.

Although I don’t know how Amy saved herself.

But it's completely logical that magical animals have some magical abilities.

Louis did not ask any further questions.

(End of this chapter)