Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

North of Backlund, Pesfield Street.

The carriage stopped at the edge of an open square.

An Ruowang pushed open the carriage door, casually picked up his cane, and stepped down from the carriage.

He stood at the edge of the square and looked up at the buildings in front of him.

It was a church entirely black, with a bell tower on each side, its towering spires piercing the gray sky.

The entire building presents a perfect symmetrical structure. From the left wing to the right wing, from the foundation to the spire, every line pierces straight into the sky, exuding a solemn and dignified beauty.

The black stone reflects almost no light in the overcast sky, as if it has absorbed all the light around it, making it quite eye-catching whether it is sunny or cloudy.

This is the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Night in the Backlund diocese—St. Samuel's Church.

If An Ruowang remembers correctly, this architectural style is a typical Gothic church.

The building is characterized by its soaring spires. The entire structure features vertical lines, a majestic appearance, and a spacious interior. Combined with long windows adorned with stained glass, this creates a strong religious atmosphere that inspires worshippers to submit unconsciously.

A large flock of white doves was gathering in the square outside the church. They would take flight every now and then, circle in the air, and then land back in the same spot, creating quite a spectacle.

A church should be paired with a large flock of white doves, and with the deep, melodious, and soul-stirring sound of the bells from the bell tower, the atmosphere is instantly created.

Although An Ruowang felt that perhaps owls, crows, or ravens would be more suitable as symbols of the goddess of the night than doves.

After admiring the scenery for a while, An Ruowang opened her notebook and jotted down everything about St. Samuel's Church: its appearance, the atmosphere, the spirit of the believers, and her own thoughts, preparing herself for the roles of "recorder" and "traveler."

Having a mobile phone would make this recording process much more convenient, as it's easy to take photos or videos.

Unfortunately, although An Ruowang had brought her phone with her when she traveled through time, it ran out of battery long ago.

He didn't bring a charger, and there's not much way to charge a phone these days.

Although the "magic master" can create "electric shocks" with an intensity similar to non-high-voltage electric shocks in modern society, An Ruowang is afraid that she might accidentally damage some of the delicate electronic components inside her mobile phone.

Sigh, thinking about it this way, perhaps the advanced features of the Sailor's Path should also be put on the agenda.

Call out the Queen of Scourge, Goshinam, in three parts and see if she'll grant me the "Ocean Singer" trait because we look alike.

At the angelic level, the scope of responding to prayers is the entire planet, which is perfectly feasible.

I can talk about love, and I can love elves too.

But Gochnam's three-part honorific name is...

An Ruowang thought carefully for a moment and found that she had no recollection whatsoever.

Try making one up yourself and see if you can call her.

Never mind, we'll talk about it later.

An Ruowang pulled herself out of her thoughts, stepped into the church, passed through a quiet corridor adorned with exquisite murals, and glanced at the colorful stained glass windows high above, which resembled a kaleidoscope, before entering the main prayer hall.

The place is very dark, which makes people feel peaceful and tranquil, as if they are enveloped in the night.

An Ruowang handed the unfamiliar English top hat and cane to the servant, found a spot not too far away, sat on a bench, closed his eyes, clasped his hands, and began to pray to the dark emblem on the altar, as if he were experiencing local life.

By the way, are there any eggs you can get in the dark?

In the tranquil atmosphere, An Ruowang, whose thoughts were wandering, felt that her spirituality was also slightly diverging.

The same was true of the believers praying in the church around him, even if they were just ordinary people, but they were unaware of this.

This phenomenon can be considered a kind of ritual magic in a sense.

The small amount of spiritual energy from the believers' devout faith gradually gathers during this ritual, providing power for the Chanis Gate underground to seal those objects.

As time slowly passed, after the bishop finished telling his not-so-interesting story, Anruowang walked to the altar, bowed to the short-haired bishop, went to the offering box next to it, and put in a stack of cash, totaling 100 pounds.

Alas, not only did he not receive any eggs, but he also had to pay protection money to the Night.

However, An Ruowang wasn't short of money, so he just spent it as he pleased, considering it a dividend for his stock investors.

After all, when he made money in the stock market using divination, it wasn't just the Source Castle's blessing on the divination; the protection and blessing from the night during the previous ritual must have also been at play.

The bishop caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his expression softened considerably.

Generally speaking, unless there are special circumstances such as a personal request for donations or a bequest of one's estate after death, the donation boxes in churches can only receive a few dozen pounds.

Donations are not mandatory. After listening to the sermon, believers can either go to the offering box to express their feelings or simply get up and leave without feeling any problem.

Even devout believers who love to donate don't throw money into the offering box every time they come here. They usually do it once or twice a week or two, depending on their family's specific circumstances.

The common people would pay a few pence each time, the middle class three to five sols, and the wealthy and nobles paid in gold pounds, which would generally not exceed 100 pounds.

After all, people need to make a living. How can they survive if they have to donate money every day?

Then, the bishop's gaze lingered on An Ruowang's face out of the corner of his eye.

He noticed An Ruowang's physical features, immediately realized something, hesitated for a moment, and finally took the initiative to speak, asking An Ruowang:

"Excuse me, are you... Mr. Aleister?"

In this quiet space where you could hear a pin drop, the commotion instantly drew the attention of everyone else in the Great Prayer Hall.

They all turned their gazes to An Ruowang, some with doubt, some with amazement, and some with furrowed brows.

Under normal circumstances, even if a believer donates a lot of money and is a wealthy person or a millionaire, the bishop will not take the initiative to approach and chat with them at this time.

Here, before the altar, the bishop, representing the church and under the watchful eye of the goddess, cannot be treated with the same enthusiasm as someone who donates the most.

In name, regardless of how much or how little money a believer has, all believers are equal in the eyes of the goddess.

Indeed, this is true; whether poor or rich, we are but insignificant anchors in the vast sea of ​​humanity.

Therefore, at this time, the bishop will usually take the initiative to remember the other person's characteristics and identity, and then take the initiative to make friends with them if there is an opportunity in the future, rather than taking the initiative to start a conversation now.

Although the goddess doesn't need money, the church does, and there's nothing wrong with saying that. Even members of the Youth League and the Communist Party have to pay their dues.