Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1185 Familiar Town

Unlike the huge dome, narrow windows, and candlelight of the Storm Lord Church that Derrick had seen briefly in Bayam, Mr. Fool's church was very plainly decorated, with no gold foil or stained glass, only warm sunlight from the practical large windows and huge murals.

Most of these murals have only grooves in the borders and no specific content has been painted, but some are finished works that have been painted and come to life in the sunlight that shines through the windows.

As soon as Derrick bent down and walked into the door of the prayer hall, he was attracted by the huge mural facing him.

There was a painting of a group of people walking in a black wilderness, with the background being a dark sky with only lightning flashing across it.

It was like a land forsaken by God... As soon as he realized it, his eyes fell on the group of people who were struggling forward like pilgrims.

In the team there were giants two or three meters tall, as well as weirdos with crooked facial features and missing eyes and noses, but they all had hopeful expressions and a glimmer in their eyes.

In front of them were several guides of varying sizes, obviously more carefully drawn. There was a gray-haired man with two swords on his back, a small giant with halos dotted around him to illuminate the way ahead, and a silver-haired woman whose shadow dragged to form a black-armored knight.

There are also angels holding flags pointing to the sky, with long golden hair fluttering in the wind, and wings looming on their backs, and messengers wearing top hats, holding lanterns and walking sticks.

It was a scene where Miss Queen and Mr. World led the survivors of Silver City to leave the God-Forsaken Land, and it also incorporated the image of the team exploring the Giant King's Court... Derrick, who had personally experienced that incident, immediately recognized the meaning of the mural. He turned his head to look at the "silver-haired woman" Lovia, and found that the latter was also surprised and narrowed her eyes.

It’s a pity that the Chief had to take a turn, so he couldn’t come here to take a look… Derrick thought with some regret, realizing that this mural was praising the deeds of Mr. Fool’s followers. He looked at the other murals and found with regret that they were not yet completed.

A tall and thin man wearing a white shirt, jacket and black vest was squatting in front of a wall that had not yet been outlined, mixing paint.

Painter… Derrick’s heart moved, and he approached with a smile on his face, but he soon discovered that this handsome blond and blue-eyed painter was a mute and was concentrating on his work, so he had to walk back to the team with regret.

“We pray once and then visit other places.”

He said to Lovia and the other team members.

Except for the believers of the True Creator, the other team members were all believers of The Fool, but they all converted to the faith in the New Silver City. They all came to the front row of the church, sat down on the benches that were too narrow for them, and began to offer devout prayers in their own accustomed postures.

As soon as Derrick pronounced the full honorific name, a gray mist appeared before his eyes. In the mist, a tall and majestic figure was sitting on a high-back chair, surrounded by an even more condensed mist.

After a while, the gray fog dissipated, and he stood up in surprise, looking around, and finally looked at the holy emblem above the altar, which was composed of a pupilless eye and twisted lines.

He has received an oracle to build the same "Fool" Church in the New Silver City in the style of the current church, compile holy scriptures, and spread the faith of this god.

As for why this matter was not mentioned in the Tarot Club, but was told to Mr. Sun alone, Derrick had his own guesses. Most of the other members already had their own beliefs, and although Mr. Fool promised that there would be no problem and that He would not care, Derrick believed that those who spread the Fool's beliefs should have a purer stance.

He who comes from the God-forsaken Land is the most suitable candidate!
A sense of pride welled up in his heart. Derrick held his head high and placed his hands on his chest under the holy emblem, praising the great Mr. Fool.

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Watching "Sun" Derrick walking around the prayer hall in high spirits, carefully observing the various decoration designs, Angel smiled and shook his head, quietly left the church, and returned to the bustling Yharnam Municipal Square.

She was originally worried that the people from Silver City had mistakenly entered the city. After looking back for a while, she found that they came here on their own initiative for the purpose of investigation and would not endanger the safety of the city, nor would they be rejected by the city. Only then did she leave with peace of mind.

After all, this is a secret puppet city of "miracle workers". The "Dark Wolf" still had the strength to fight back under the siege of me, Klein, and Renette. Ordinary angels can only flee, not to mention the two saints. If Derrick and the others accidentally trigger the other terrifying side of Yharnam, they might be left with psychological trauma... Angel muttered as he strolled along the southern-style streets of Loen. He bought a portion of Dixie pie with minced meat and crushed apples from a street vendor, and holding a glass of sweet iced tea, he wandered around aimlessly like a traveler who had strayed into a small town.

She walked through the Iron Cross Street-style market in Tingen, watching a petite woman with brown curly hair fixed with a headband and wearing a linen dress bargaining with a fishmonger; she walked past a building that looked the same as the Bansi Telegraph Office before it was destroyed, and listened to the telegraph operator repeating the anxious captain's message in a stuck sentence; she walked past a red building that imitated Bayam's most famous "Red Theater", and passed by a man with burnt yellow hair who quietly climbed out of the second-floor window, covered his face with his hands and walked away quickly; she walked through the fountain square in the style of the southern continent, and threw a few copper coins to a ragged man with facial features as profound as a classical sculpture but blind in one eye as he prayed.

Soon, she met more familiar people and more familiar places.

The newcomers of the security company who got off work early and went to the shooting range attached to the police station to practice were bickering with each other, and agreed that whoever lost would be responsible for making today's dinner; the young detective with a cold expression but took the initiative to walk on the inside of the street, and would block his assistant behind him when the carriage passed by, and his reckless female assistant were discussing the giants that appeared in the city today; the newlyweds who traveled from the northern continent to Balam but changed their itinerary because their ship mistakenly entered this island, and temporarily stayed in Yharnam; the crazy adventurer who hid in the clock tower and was observing the city with a scrutinizing eye, looking for the target on the wanted list, and the expensive female pirate who no one dared to provoke...

There was also the Silver Crown Restaurant in Tingen, the Daffodil Street townhouses, the Black Bear Cannery and Gas Company in the East District of Backlund, and the Azure Wind Hotel in Bayam, which had a penthouse suite...

As expected, it is impossible for people to imagine things they have never seen. The identity of the secret doll designed by Klein and the entire town that appeared after his "wish" were actually a reorganization and expansion of his previous experiences... Angel commented in his heart.

She strolled until the sun went down, the evening sunlight completely disappeared on the sea, and the lighthouse in the harbor lit up with a soft light. Then she returned to the "Fool" Church in the Town Square.

Only then did she realize that even the pigeons foraging peacefully among the crowd had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and the fattest one was most likely from the square in front of St. Samuel's Church.

Considering how often Klein and I go to the church, we probably fattened it up... Angel fed the pigeons with bread crumbs, walked around the silent square, came to the interior of the Church of the Fool, and followed the guidance of the spirit to enter the underground area.

At the end of the closed passage, she saw a dim full-length mirror, which reflected the scene of a small stone room.

Inside the stone room, Klein, a thin man with black hair and brown eyes, lay on a simple bunk bed with his eyes closed.

(End of this chapter)