Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 46: The Dark Saint (Please Read on Tuesday)
Roger was not in a hurry. Instead, he ate all the food on his plate slowly and carefully, even eating the tips of the chicken wings clean. Then he returned the plate to the counter, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then walked out of a small door next to him to wait for Heinz Vincent.

Compared to the bright and beautiful main gate, this small gate is backed by a dark alley and is responsible for cleaning up garbage and stinky water, so it looks a bit dirty.

Just when Roger was getting a little impatient, a cart full of garbage suddenly drove out from behind him.

"Sir, please move aside and don't let the garbage stain your clothes."

A deep voice broke into Roger's ears.

"Excuse me...Mr. Vincent?"

Roger was slightly stunned and his pupils shrank.

He looked carefully at the man in front of him who was wearing a Harrods department store uniform and pushing a garbage truck, and was almost certain that this was Hans Vincent.

At this time, Vincent was no longer dressed neatly as before. He had obviously changed his clothes, as if to conceal his identity.

When Vincent heard Roger's question, he did not react and just walked forward.

"Is it true that he's been reduced to collecting garbage because of the Nighthawks' raid? Or is this just a temporary disguise?"

Roger felt mixed emotions, but he didn't have much sympathy.

After all, it was Heinz Vincent who chose to join the Aurora Society. If he could really live a hard life, it would be better than following the Aurora Society around to cause trouble and harm innocent people.

"Forget it, what am I expecting..." Thinking about it, Roger suddenly felt a little funny.

Judging from the fact that Vincent took the initiative to contact me today, he must still be working for the Aurora Club, so this "beautiful expectation" is obviously impossible.

Roger put his hands in his pockets and followed Vincent, who was pushing the garbage truck, through three back streets. Then he saw the other side turn right and enter an underground passage.

He had an idea and followed in, only to see Vincent struggling to unload the goods and dump the garbage into a pile full of flies.

"Go straight inside and turn right at the intersection. You will see Mr. C soon."

Vincent, who was wearing a garbage man's uniform, whispered.

"Won't you come with me?" Roger stopped.

"I won't accompany you until the trash is taken out."

After saying that, Vincent coughed slightly a few times because of the smell of garbage, and his face turned a little pale.

"Okay." Roger nodded and continued walking inside.

This road is different from the last passage that looked like an underground fortification. It seems to be part of a drainage facility. The walls along the way emit a strange stench and damp smell from time to time.

"It seems that the three major churches have been suppressing us quite a bit lately. The Aurora Society's work standards have even declined..."

Roger complained in his heart as he moved forward under the extremely dim oil lamps along the way.

After turning right twice, Roger finally came to an area of almost complete darkness. Apart from the occasional sound of dripping water, the only sound was the faint voice of a person coming from behind a small wooden door.

Roger tried the door and found it was not locked, so he walked in.

It was a small but extremely clean room, with white candles lit everywhere, and there was no trace of the strange smell outside.

Besides him, there were only three people in the room.

One was the tall Mr. C, kneeling on his knees and wearing a goat-head mask, while standing at the door was the waiter in a puppet mask and gray suit whom Roger had seen at the Beyonder party before.

A young man was sitting upright on the chair right in front of Mr. C, putting his hand on his head and muttering something.

At the same time, Mr. C's shoulders rose and fell slightly, and Roger could hear obvious sobbing.

"What a beauty... As expected, none of the Aurora Society's top brass are ugly."

Roger sighed inwardly. This young man's features were exceptional, more graceful than those of most women, yet his face seemed shrouded in a faint, gloomy veil, and his entire body exuded an indescribable sense of mystery.

Hearing Roger come in, Mr. C apologized in a low voice, then stood up and walked towards him.

"Metus, it's nice to see you again."

Mr. C greeted with a trembling voice, then turned around and said solemnly:

"This is our Aurora Society's Dark Saint in Backlund, His Excellency Kosma."

"Greetings, Lord Kesma."

Roger took off his wide-brimmed hat and nodded in greeting. He had some impression of the name of the Dark Saint. He was a "Black Knight" of Sequence 4 on the "Secret Prayer" path.

Roger showed enough respect to the saint, but he did not kneel down to salute Ksema like Mr. C did before. Instead, he just stood upright.

"Metus, you must bow when you see a saint."

Mr. C thought that this was Roger's first time seeing a Saint-level Beyonder and that he didn't know the rules, so he reminded him nervously.

What he didn't know was that Roger had actually faced the King of Angels, and the oppressive feeling brought by the Saint was nothing compared to Amon.

But the "Dark Saint" stood up on his own initiative and shook his head.

"He doesn't have to." The voice was extremely pleasant, even more pleasant than Mr. C's.

"Yes, Lord Kesma, I am sorry for being rude."

Mr. C was shocked and responded quickly. At the same time, his heart was quickly filled with doubts, and he couldn't understand why Roger was treated like this.

"Metersbonwe, what an interesting name."

Xesma walked forward step by step and stood in front of Roger.

"Hand out."

Upon hearing this, Roger's heart suddenly tensed up and he became alert.

But he did not disobey Xesma's request. He stretched out his right hand and shook hands with the other person's right hand.

"What……"

At that moment, Roger felt a slight sound coming from his ear. At first it sounded like the sound of turning pages of a book, but when he listened carefully it sounded like someone talking in a low voice.

The speech was not Loenese, but rather resembled Giant language. However, the sentences were intermittent and intermittent, making Roger, who was not good at Giant language, even more confused.

But almost the next moment, all the sounds suddenly stopped, as if they had never appeared.

At the same time, Roger felt that his "Noisy One" potion had been digested significantly.

"Sir Xesma, what was that just now?" Roger asked curiously.

"You truly possess the gift of the Lord, the potential to listen. What 'C' said is true."

"Dark Saint" Xesma nodded, showing a satisfied expression, turned around and sat back in the chair.

"Wait, could that be the voice of the true Creator? Isn't He silenced? And what about that feeling of digesting the potion just now?"

Roger was suddenly filled with doubts, but he said nothing. He looked at Xesma, waiting for him to explain.

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