In the mysterious world of Cthulhu, I am the Lord of the Gods

After Claure walked out of the door of the hotel apartment, a public carriage happened to appear at the door of the apartment.

Claure walked towards the public carriage and found that there were only six people including Archdeacon Colin on the carriage.

These are all extraordinary beings with a grade of 8 and above...

Claure tried his best to greet everyone with a smile, and then Sitting in the corner of the carriage, obviously keeping a small distance from everyone.

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Cathedral of Themis.

Claure was sitting in a dimly lit secret room at this time.

In front of the secret room, there is a row of horizontal long tables. In front of the long table, three elderly people who all look to be over 40 are sitting.

Sitting in the center of the long table was a slender lady wearing a dark robe and hood.

The woman hides her entire face in her hood so that no one can see her face clearly.

From Colin's introduction, we learned that this tall and thin mysterious lady, whose name is Grimmat, is the archbishop in charge of Themis Cathedral.

At the same time, he is also the general person in charge of each team of the "Nightcrow" in Puder City.

To the left and right of Grimmett are a majestic old man holding a silver crown inlaid with rubies and a middle-aged man wearing a blue leotard, holding a scroll, and having the hairstyle of a medieval judge.

"Kraul, can you swear to the goddess that what you describe is true?"

After Ms. Grimmat listened to Klauer's description of the cause and process of the incident, she suddenly spoke to Klauer in a hoarse voice.

"I swear to the goddess of the crimson moon, if what I say is even half a lie, I will be punished by the goddess!"

Claure stood up with a solemn expression, made the hand gesture of the Scarlet Moon Goddess, and said solemnly.

"Very well, Klauer."

"You have performed very well recently, not only successfully sabotaged the promotion of the leaders of the three major cult organizations in Southwell City."

"We can also let the traitor Drat Meese die in Puder City."

"Archdeacon Miledor Karen and Archbishop Hydera."

"Is there anything else you need to ask this 'Night Judge' from Southwell?"

Ms. Grimmett cast her gaze to the left and right, gesturing for the other party to speak.

"Clauer, right?"

"Why does the mysterious octahedron of the Enlesle family appear next to you every time? What do you think about this?"

At this moment, Archbishop Hydera, who had a justice-haired hairstyle, asked Kraul in a questioning tone.

"The Reverend Archbishop of Hydera."

"I also feel that there are too many coincidences in this matter."

"But I don't know the specific reason."

Claure thought for a moment, carefully organized his words, and then answered.

Perhaps, this may have a lot to do with the disharmony that appears on my body.

Krall silently thought to himself while the top leaders of the three major churches were deep in thought.

When Claure passed the interrogation of the three major church leaders and walked out of the secret room, it was already around five o'clock in the afternoon.

He hailed a public carriage and drove quickly in the direction of Blenheim Apartments.

It was exactly half past six when he arrived at the lobby of Blenheim Apartments.

"Dear sir, this is your belongings, please keep them."

"The Blenheim Apartments were unblocked an hour ago. Sir, you can check in again. Do you still need to check in?"

“Believe me, there is no more luxurious and perfect serviced apartment in the entire city of Poudre than our Blenheim Apartments.”

When the front desk returned the paint bucket containing the badly damaged clothes to Claure, he did not forget to brag about his apartment.

"No, thanks."

Krall thought of the ugly Drat Meese, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he refused unceremoniously.

"Okay, good sir."

"Sir, please walk slowly."

"By the way, sir, half an hour ago, a noble lady wearing a veil came to the front desk to inquire about your whereabouts."

"As you requested, I asked the lady to wait for you at the café opposite."

When the front desk saw Klauer striding out of the apartment door, he hurriedly caught up to Klauer and opened the door for Klauer. At the same time, he informed Klauer that someone had come to see him.

"Thank you, you are such a competent and professional host."

After speaking, Claure took out 3 copper pennies from his wallet and handed it to the front desk as a tip. Then he just carried the paint bucket and walked towards the cafe.

"Dear Mr. Bell, it's great to see you again."

"I thought I couldn't wait for you anymore, so I almost canceled tonight's trip."

The moment Delna saw Kraul appear at the door of the cafe, she instantly stood up from the soft stool and quickly greeted him.

"Miss, are you sure you want to leave now?"

“If the previously negotiated deal was still in effect, I hope to get a one-third advance by now.”

After Claure saw Delna, he discussed the payment in advance.

"That's totally fine."

"Mr. Bell, I have prepared a check for you in advance."

"This is a bank account invoice from Kyle Bank Group with a face value of 300 Kate pounds."

"It has my signature on it."

"I believe you can cash it out in any big city in Kate's country."

After Delna finished speaking, she handed a check with a strong scent of ink and an anti-counterfeiting mark to Klauer.

"Does Delna's family run a bank?"

"Spending money without blinking an eye?"

Claure put away the invoice calmly, but muttered it several times in his heart.

"Dear Mr. Bell, protection is effective from now on."

"Then let's go."

After Delna walked out of the cafe, she waved vigorously to a luxury carriage driven by two pure black horses parked next to the cafe.

A well-dressed middle-aged coachman quickly drove the carriage in front of Delna.

"Uncle Ace, go to No. 88 Black Iron Cross Street, East District."

"We have to rush back to Kyle Manor before 8: pm, otherwise, Aunt Fanny will blame us."

Erna's anxious urging came.

"Okay lady."

The middle-aged coachman saw Delna and Claure stepping on the pedals and entering the carriage. He raised his whip and drove the carriage towards the Black Iron Cross Street in the East District.

The carriage soon stopped at No. 88 Black Cross Street.

Claure opened the curtains of the carriage and found that the target was an extremely hidden tavern.

The signboard of the tavern is a string of strange words, which seem to be grown out of ink-colored vines in an extremely twisted way.

Cross Keys Tavern?

Claure carefully identified this string of words and finally came up with the name of the tavern.

"Dear Mr. Bell, wait a moment, I have to put on a disguise."

After Delna finished speaking, she took out a fake mask with feathers made of fine leather from her bag.

"Mr. Bell, do you need a fake mask?"

Delna once again took out a black mask without any decoration from her bag and showed it to Klauer.

Fake mask?

That’s a must~

Claure complained in his mind, but showed an extremely cold expression and reached out to take the fake mask handed over by Delna.