Why do you want to call me

Ji Yan will think of all possibilities in it.

Even if it is outrageous, it is not impossible.

After all, reality is often more outrageous than one's own ideas.

After all, what is imagined is traceable, but the reality will not make sense to you.

Ji Yan started to walk in the direction of his home.

He had to fill his stomach first.

……

Under the shade of the trees, several people were watching the people coming and going on Baker Street.

One of the elders looked gloomy and frowned.

He followed the breath all the way, and then came to Baker Street.

Elderly people can feel that the person who is watched by God disappears here.

"priest!"

"Is that person in this street?"

"Shall we go straight in first?"

"Otherwise, someone else will take the lead..."

One of them seemed eager to try, and he had already begun to imagine what a noble life would look like in the future.

But the premise of all this is to first find the person whom God is looking at.

Otherwise, it is just a bubble.

The elder turned his head and looked coldly at the person who made the sound, the temperature in his eyes seemed to be like the ice and snow in winter, as if it was going to freeze him to death.

The person being stared at suddenly felt chills, and he felt that his blood was about to be frozen.

"idiot!"

The elder scolded him.

"Can't you think with your brain, which is smaller than a bean?"

"You can't see such a big formation here."

"I just stare at your glory and wealth, right?"

As the priest of the Twilight Cult, although the elder's strength is not very high, he can still find a clue.

There seems to be an extremely huge formation shrouded here.

To be able to set up such a huge formation in the imperial capital, only a few big forces are qualified.

Letting a few of them go straight into the big formation is simply crazy.

"This matter has to be discussed in the long run, not so reckless."

The priest said, his eyes flickering.

In fact, he already had the idea of ​​retreating.

If it is said that the people who are watched by God really fall into the hands of these great forces, then they have absolutely no chance.

As a fugitive who has been on the move for many years, the priest naturally knows how to stop losses in time.

When encountering something that is uncertain, don't gamble on the slightest possibility.

Only by adding all the Twilight Sects in the city together can these big forces pay attention.

But if there are only a few of them, it's just to help others warm up.

In a small house in a slum.

Under the Tyndall effect, the twilight light formed a beam of light, which shone on a black-robed priest through the small window.

The black-robed priest had his eyes closed at the moment, but he could see his eyes rolling under his eyelids.

His weathered face was full of effort, his teeth were clenched, and his face seemed to be trembling slightly, as if he was doing something difficult.

Finally, the black-robed priest opened his eyes, looking in the direction of Baker Street filled with endless anger.

At the same time, tears kept pouring out.

"Son!"

"The damn secret meeting actually captured the Holy Son!"

The black-robed priest sensed her position the moment the Holy Son's breath came out.

However, because of the relatively long distance, the employees who were looking for people nearby were forcibly controlled to come here.

Those things not only spread one's own perception, but can also forcibly control the spirit of ordinary people when necessary.

But the remote control is still too difficult for him now.

But even so, the black-robed priest still resisted the pressure and controlled several people to go to Baker Street together.

Then I saw Heloise running with Eve.

But before he could do anything else, the two disappeared on Baker Street.

He knew that there was the chassis of the secret meeting.

From the perspective of the black-robed priest, it is undoubtedly that the secret society snatched the Son.

"Damn secret meeting!"

Chapter 76 The Summoning of the Archbishop

late at night.

The bright moonlight did not seem to appear, and above the sky was a black abyss as deep as ink.

But the autumn atmosphere on the ground has become stronger, and the clear and low chirping of insects could still be heard not long ago, but now there is only silence.

The lights in the wealthy district in the distance seemed a bit dark and cold, and only the shadows of the buildings could be barely seen.

In the second-floor bedroom on Walker Street, the lights were dim and warm.

Ji Yan withdrew his gaze and focused his attention on a simple book.

Fingertips gently rubbed the slightly rough surface of the paper.

Although the art of papermaking has appeared now, there is still a huge gap from the smooth and resilient paper in Ji Yan's memory.

A hazy, dark liquid-like thing slipped in through the crack of the door, and then slowly transformed into a human form behind him.

This is exactly the shadow sent by Ji Yan.

After being a part-time architect, the shadow of a chef has acquired a new identity——

Scout knights.

Since the shadow can't speak, it can only express simple emotions, so Ji Yan handed it a silver pen.

Fortunately, the shadow can control the degree of its own dissolution.

Otherwise, Mo Si, who had just entered work, would be honorably laid off ahead of schedule.

Shadow scribbled a picture and handed the paper back to Ji Yan.

Then he looked at him expectantly, as if he wanted to hear a compliment.

Shadow: (*°?°*)

Looking at the paper in his hand, Ji Yan didn't know what to say for a while.

Shadow's painting talent is extremely high, and he can already become the mainstay of abstract art.

I saw crooked lines all over it, and Ji Yan could only vaguely see the appearance of a few people.

He pondered for a moment, but he didn't see any tricks.

So he had no choice but to ask the shadow: "Did you see these people in the factory?"

Shadow nodded.

"How many of these people are employees?"

Shaking his head.

"So this is the boss?"

nod.

"Are they seeing someone?"

Nod twice.

"Are several people reporting to one person?"

Nod three times.

Ji Yan stopped asking, leaving only the shadow staring at him blankly, as if exuding doubts.

Why don't you ask it?

At this moment, Ji Yan probably knows that there is indeed a behind-the-scenes pusher for this matter.

It can make several factory bosses so obedient, and stop working to find an inexplicable person.

There are only a few gang leaders who are actually in charge of the slums.

Originally, Ji Yan wouldn't be so concerned about this matter, but this matter involved the neighbor next door who is very kind to him, so he just kept an eye on it.

However, there seems to be a lot of things recently, gangs looking for people, familiar smells, cult groups, and the church that had been silent not long ago suddenly appeared.

How does it feel that the current imperial capital seems to have become the center of the whirlpool.

……

The next day.

The rising sun is reflected on the white dome of Milan Cathedral, and the entire tower top is surrounded by holy light, like a kingdom of God on earth.

This is the branch of the Holy See in the Ottoman Empire.

There was an endless stream of pilgrims, and the expressions that were originally talking and laughing turned into devout beliefs after entering the church.

Behind the church, there is a wider Gothic building complex.

A bishop was in a hurry, with a worried look on his face.

He stepped through the door of a church and looked behind a stone counter in the middle of the room.

There were clergymen who were busy there, but after seeing the bishop, they immediately stopped their work.

"Dear Bishop Randy, good day."

The clergy saluted the bishop respectfully and then mourned.

Seeing this situation, Bishop Randy's heart skipped a beat, with an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, in the next second, the voice of the clergyman was like a giant bell ringing in his ears, shocking people in place in a daze.

"Your disciple, that is, Father Newman, has gone to the kingdom of God of the Lord."

"May the Lord bless him in the Kingdom of God."

"When our people arrived at the scene, they only saw..."

Bishop Randy could no longer hear the words behind him clearly, his spirit was in a trance at the moment, and there was no light in his eyes.

The whole person seemed to have collapsed.

Newman is a disciple of Bishop Randy, and Bishop Randy has dedicated his life to the Lord of Radiance, so he has no heirs.

He has always treated Newman as his own son.

Now that I suddenly heard such bad news, even though I had already made sufficient preparations in my heart, I could no longer bear the grief and indignation in my heart when I heard the confirmation from the clergy with my own ears.

He didn't know how he walked out of the church door, and the warm sun hit his body, and he didn't feel any warmth.

Bishop Randy walked through the church in a daze, and many clergy and pilgrims greeted him along the way.