"Snapped!"

The "poor" coachman was smashed to the ground by Lucid.

His thick and shameless face made an "intimate contact" with the old and damp stone slab, and the feeling of coldness and pain penetrated his nerves.

It seemed that he fell hard, and the coachman slumped to the ground in a daze, without responding for quite a while.

After a while, he then got up with a grim face, and raised his fist to teach this "who doesn't know what to do" a lesson.

With his poor brain capacity, he couldn't understand the deep meaning of the scene just now. Only because his feet slipped, he was caught off guard by making a fool of himself.

But at this moment, he saw that "bitch" slowly pulled out a bright badge.

With a "huh", cold sweat burst out involuntarily.

This is actually a badge of the "sheriff".

The "poor" coachman suddenly realized a problem:

This lady, who looks petite and exquisite, is not as annoying as she imagined.

Just...maybe it wasn't a "coincidence" slippery foot, but other reasons.

This is a hard stubble.

"Grumbling."

He swallowed secretly and withdrew in his heart.

Almost without the slightest hesitation, he immediately served softly and apologized:

"I'm sorry...I, I'm confused for a while, just let me go."

As a coachman, the death of a sheriff is undoubtedly similar to seeking one's own death.

He was not stupid, so he admitted it decisively.

Lucid looked a little surprised at the "resolutely acknowledgment" coachman.

That's it?

She thought there would be follow-ups, such as "the coachman became angry and beat the weak woman sheriff in the street."

Unexpectedly, this uninspiring stuff would actually hold back.

But at this point, Lucid didn't mean to entangle him anymore. After reaching out and stroking the thin horse in the cart, he walked into the Church of Saint Samuel on his own.

Looking at the departure of the **** who was suspected of being a "sheriff", the coachman's face changed a lot.

"Ugh……"

He sighed, feeling depressed.

I thought it was a little fat sheep from a foreign country who had just got off the dock. This was the idea of ​​slaughtering the customer, but he came across a hard idea.

"Tsk, I didn't expect it to be a sheriff!"

Cursing his lips, he thought quite depressed.

The sheriff is not easy to mess with.

But... I always think of ways, the beautiful female sheriff...

This fits the tastes of those perverted "big men".

He squinted his eyes, concealing the invisible light in his eyes very well.

I can't deal with her, but it doesn't mean that those "big men" can't.

Calculating to himself, many vicious thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Huh, the heart is not dead!"

Feeling the almost undisguised maliciousness coming from behind, Lucid couldn't help twisting the inconspicuous hair in his hand slightly.

With a cold face, she was quite angry, and became more and more disgusted with the driver who didn't know what to do.

She didn't do it for the first time about cursing the horse...

Looking up and looking around, she subconsciously wanted to find a suitable place, such as a bathroom or something.

For this kind of deadly villain, you have to use tougher methods.

But after a second thought, he dismissed the idea.

This is St. Samuel’s Church, so it’s better to be steady.

Anyway, I am not in a rush, there is no need to "try the law" here.

Looking up at the narrow high windows of the church, as well as the red and blue windows, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

Glancing at the "dark cloud covering the moon" mark on the back of her hand without a trace, she slowly stepped into the church.

Along the aisle, she walked towards the large prayer hall. Along the way, narrow high windows inlaid with blue and red fragments penetrated into a ray of light stained with colors, as blue as black and as red as the moon, covering the surrounding area. It is very dark.

I felt a little uneasy in my heart, but quickly shook his head with a wry smile.

I have already confirmed the effectiveness of the imprint through "ritual magic", and logically speaking, going to the church this time, there should be nothing wrong with it.

Stopping the random thoughts in her mind, she looked as usual and came to the open large prayer hall.

There are no red and blue high windows here, and the gloomy and deep darkness has become the protagonist.

But behind the arched holy platform, on the wall facing the entrance, dozens or twenty round holes the size of fists penetrated the entrance, letting the brilliant and pure sun shine in, condensing and bright.

It's like a pedestrian in the dark night, suddenly raising his head, seeing the starry sky, and seeing the bright ones, it is so noble, so pure, so sacred.

Lucid couldn't help lowering his head, not daring to look directly at the dome.

The faint anxiety grew stronger, making her feel trembling all over.

She quickened her pace and walked quickly to the side door of the prayer hall ~lightnovelpub.net~ At the side door, a middle-aged man in a black priest's robe stood aside. Seeing Lucid's arrival, she nodded slightly:

"It's not open to the outside world."

Pursing her lips, she took out the "Seventh Action Team" badge from her pocket, handed it to the middle-aged priest, and explained in a low voice:

"I am Tingen's "Night Watcher", come here to report."

The middle-aged pastor stopped asking more questions, turned his body, and opened a passable road. Wen Yan introduced:

"Go ahead, turn left at the end of the corridor, and go down the stairs."

Lucid nodded in a salute, and immediately followed his instructions and walked towards the end of the corridor.

Unlike the night watchers in Tingen, Backlund does not have any "Black Thorns Mercenary Group" or "Black Thorns Security Company".

The night watcher's residence here is directly built in the underground part of Saint Samuel's Church.

Backlund's "Night Watcher Division" is also one of the divisions with the longest history besides the temple.

After walking out of the Great Prayer Hall, the suppressed anxiety gradually weakened, which also made Lucid secretly relieved.

After turning the corner and walking down the stairs, she came to a gate with the holy emblem engraved on it.

"Deep black as the background, brightly embellished, surrounded by exactly half of the crimson moon"

This is the "Sacred Emblem of Darkness", the symbol of the goddess of the night.

He knocked gently on the closed door, and Lucid waited nervously.

After a while, the closed door was opened with a "creak", and the one who was greeted was a lady who was also wearing a black dress.

"...!"

Lucid couldn't help being stagnant, almost unable to restrain the urge to run away.

The lady who appeared in front of her turned out to be an acquaintance of her...