Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 460 Treasure Chest Monster

Monday morning.

Backlund, St. Samuel's Cathedral.

Now, it should be regular working hours, but the Night Church has been holding a lot of services lately. Even the most devout Night Church members need rest, and today is Monday, so they need to work to support their families.

So Shael wasn't slacking off. He wasn't a Red Glove or Night Watchman who specialized in handling supernatural events; he was a newly appointed bishop of the Church of the Night, the kind of person who would show up during important ceremonies and receive important church members.

With a good-looking face, one can cultivate a friendly, approachable, and reliable image among the church's ordinary believers, representing the next generation of the Night Church. The main focus should be on being approachable, praying for and blessing the followers of the Goddess of Night from top to bottom, regardless of status.

Oh, right, it also includes maintaining good relations with other churches and other extraordinary organizations, such as the Church of Steam and Machines, the Church of Storms, and even a small number of members of the Church of the Eternal Sun stationed in Backlund, as well as the Royal Family of Rune, and so on...

Chael is able to maintain relatively good relationships with the people he wants to know, after all, he has a powerful church behind him.

As for work?

Despite being a junior member of the Night Watch, Xia Er had only been on a field mission to Tingen once, but he had made quite a few contributions: bringing back the Antigonus Notebook to Tingen, finding the body of Hurricane General while out for a stroll, and even getting some credit by following Ms. Daly, which was just adding his name to the mission report.

Although he didn't take turns on duty like ordinary night watchmen, or cross regions like the Red Gloves to hunt down dangerous extraordinary individuals, his resume was still quite impressive.

He was an outstanding graduate of the seminary run by the Church of the Night. He started in an administrative position, responsible for intelligence support, communication, and archiving of extraordinary events. He basically got his hands on everything. He also served for a period of time behind the Gate of Charnis, in the most important area of ​​St. Samuel's Cathedral, where many dangerous sealed objects were imprisoned.

Although during that time he spent his time either patrolling regularly or slacking off and reading, the environment behind the Gate of Charnis was very harmful to his body, and he also had to be careful of those sealed objects that might "explode". In this environment, he also organized various supernatural information about the Gate of Charnis.

These days, it's quite normal to slack off in the office and collect a paycheck when there are no Masses, right?

If it weren't for the pleasure of being a pay thief and taking advantage of the Night Church's benefits, Xia Er would have deleted the "Little Maynard" account long ago.

"How many times have I told you, Hazel, don't come looking for me when I'm working hard."

Upon seeing that beautiful head of dark green wavy hair, Xia Er calmly put away a box of nuts on the table and put on a serious expression.

Hazel glanced at the Marquis's black tea on Xia'er's table, closed the door, sat down casually, greeted her, and tapped her fingers on the table, her meaning very simple: she wanted some too, and also, she wanted some snacks.

"This is St. Samuel's Cathedral. During working hours, call me Bishop."

Despite her complaints, Chael got up and hand-ground a cup of coffee for Hazel.

"Don't be so casual next time; this is a sacred church."

He emphasized this point.

Of course not black tea. What woman would want to drink the same thing as him? Going to work is a man's happy time.

Women shouldn't come and bother us.

Moreover, even viewers of Xia'er's caliber couldn't understand... Before they were officially a couple, Hazel was always so adorably naive and sincere, whether she was making black tea or learning how to make various desserts for him. How long has it been, and now he's the one making tea?

"You guessed today's lucky color correctly."

However, "Hayor" seemed to be a different person. She leaned forward slightly and even wanted to brazenly put her legs on the table, but was stopped by Xia'er's threatening look and the real Hayor's blushing and embarrassed scream. Flora clicked her tongue in annoyance, leaned back in her chair, and spun around once using the inertia of the swivel chair, switching back to the normal Hayor.

"There's something I want to tell you."

Hazel made no secrets and told all the information she had obtained from testing Dawn Dantes to the official, Shael.

Because Dunn didn't die, Klein didn't use part of Dunn's model when creating the character's face. So, if you only look at his face, Dawn Dantes wouldn't actually attract much attention in the Church of the Night. Many of them made money at sea every year, laundered their money, and then settled in Backlund.

The king doesn't care, just pay your taxes normally; the church doesn't care either, just don't cause trouble, and just have faith in the goddess.

Normally, it's not a problem, but if you want to investigate or take action, it's actually quite simple, like right now...

Hazel's chair spun around again, and she stepped back, this time kicking off her shoes and putting her legs up on Shael's desk. She was wearing Roselle's modified version of stockings... although such things... were worn by men in the Fourth Age.

Knowing she would pull this stunt, Xia Er had already drunk her black tea beforehand and used a cane to deflect the other woman's foot 30 degrees to the side, preventing it from hitting her.

"This is a free sale. Trust me this once. If you can take this guy down, it will definitely be a huge success."

Flora picked up her coffee and took a sip. She was still in the mood to comfort Hazel, "Don't worry, he can't see anything. Trust my skills. As long as you keep your legs closed, you won't expose yourself."

"teacher!!!"

"Hairo" still exuded a relaxed vibe, but her face had already subtly turned half red, as if she had been drinking.

Did he offend you?

Chael ignored the interaction between the two women, and didn't even glance at Flora's pose. His eyes were fixed on the direction of the door, slightly worried about his reputation, but he still trusted the demigod's speed in putting on his shoes.

"Don't you want to make a big show of it?"

Flora placed the coffee cup back on the tray in her hand, and easily discerned Xia'er's attitude. She was not disappointed, but instead showed a beautiful smile. "That's right. After all, Mr. Dantes has donated so much money to the Church of the Night. He has no obvious faults, and the Church also needs to consider its reputation."

"I won't resort to violence in private either. I'm not going to play along with your nonsense, and you shouldn't drag Hazel into your reckless behavior. It's Monday, and Hazel has to go to grammar school, right?"

"Chair preemptively shut Flora down with words."

He knew why the other party was so eager to target Klein. A qualified thief, even if he hadn't found anything, could instinctively sense the aura of a "treasure".

"Flora" is something like this: you enter a mine and see a mimicry, flashing and strangely alluring. You feel uncomfortable if you don't dig with a pickaxe a couple of times.