Chapter 95 St. Mary's Monastery

"Who would have thought? It's you."

George Derrick, wearing a thick cotton coat and gloves, took off his hat, flicked the snow off it, and laughed.

"The snow today is really heavy."

After sitting down opposite Gunie, George looked out the window and said.

"Indeed, it's not light. What would you like to drink? My treat today." Gunie smiled.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. Who would with a wealthy guy like you!"

George didn't stand on ceremony with Gunie and directly ordered a fruit salad, a large dessert, and a big cup of coffee.

When the food arrived, George ate heartily, not caring about his table manners.

"Busy all morning, haven't had lunch yet." George said while eating.

"Thank you for last time." Gunie spoke only after the other had eaten his fill.

"If you want to thank someone, thank your own strong vitality. At the time, I thought you were done for."

Gunie smiled.

As a Blood Curse Master, his survival ability was indeed excellent, not to mention the auto-leveling.

Moreover, during this period, he had also consumed large amounts of Life Spring Water.

Even fatal injuries could be quickly recovered.

But overall, the fact that he hadn't died last time and even had a minor soul mutation was indeed thanks to George.

When he had eaten enough, George picked up his coffee cup and tapped it lightly.

"Ding! Ding!"

With the crisp sound, the invisible nullification interference barrier reappeared.

"Did you feel the earthquake yesterday?" George looked at him seriously.

"Mm."

"After the earthquake, I sensed those two Death Beasts running near the main cave of Incident 9970. Although I didn't get too close, I clearly perceived that they stayed there for a long time."

Then George spoke again.

"You know about Incident 9970, right?"

"I know." Gunie nodded slightly while frowning.

"The Death Beasts went near the cave? Indeed, as Senior Nigel guessed, there is something wrong there. It might be the target of the Barbarian Saint."

"But it's not easy to enter. The heretics haven't made a move yet; they must be waiting for the right moment." Gunie thought to himself.

Then Gunie looked at George and asked.

"Real objects only project shadows into the Shadow World, just as our shadows are cast on the ground, not that we are lying on the ground."

"Can the projection of the main body of Incident 9970 into the Shadow World also have an effect?"

"Mm." George nodded.

"The power of those terrifying and bizarre incomprehensible beings can penetrate deep into the framework of the world."

"Just as some terrifying powers from deep within the world's framework can also leak into the real world."

George continued.

"After yesterday's earthquake, we received some intelligence this morning. Those heretics seem to be mobilizing."

"Combined with the abnormal movements of those Death Beasts, it's possible..."

George lowered his voice.

"They might have another operation soon. I don't know the scale, but regardless, you need to be careful during this time."

"Mm, I know."

After the earthquake, Gunie had already become vigilant.

Now, with deeper intelligence from George,

Gunie naturally became even more cautious.

...

Half an hour later.

George pushed open the café door, looked left and right, put on his bowler hat, and walked along the empty street toward the Sugg Ruins City Police Headquarters across the way.

A few minutes later, Gunie, with his collar turned up and black hat pulled low, holding an umbrella, also disappeared into the curtain of snow.

Blackstone Tile Monastery was not far from there.

After more than ten minutes, Gunie had already walked alone to the vicinity of Blackstone Tile Monastery.

Blackstone Tile Monastery was relatively close to the suburbs, covering a large area, with not many passersby.

From the nearly fallen sign at the monastery's entrance, Gunie found the true name of this monastery with a dome roof of black stone tiles—St. Mary's Monastery.

St. Mary's Monastery seemed abandoned, completely covered by heavy snow, with no signs of habitation. Gunie was quite satisfied with this.

Turning back, he found an ordinary café and took a small private room.

After ordering a coffee set, Gunie enjoyed his afternoon coffee time while taking out a thick book on rune analysis, delving into deep study and research.

The deeper he analyzed and studied runes,

the more Gunie felt the profound depth and vastness of runic mysteries.

And as he studied, his in-depth understanding of this world, his mastery of runic spells, and his comprehension of spell depth all rapidly increased.

This further intensified Gunie's interest in rune analysis.

Nowadays, if he didn't spend several hours a day on in-depth rune study and analysis, Gunie felt uncomfortable all over.

Learning can also become addictive.

When Gunie came to his senses from this deep study, night had already fallen.

By the light inside the café, Gunie looked outside.

Under the pitch-black night, heavy snow continued.

Closing the book, Gunie ordered a coffee dinner.

...

Half an hour later.

Leaving the ordinary café, the street before him was pitch black.

The streetlights along the road were also off.

Fortunately, for Gunie, the dark night was more suitable for his actions.

Glancing left and right, Gunie quietly melted into the deep night and snow curtain.

In the dark street, Gunie walked lightly, leaving no trace on the snow and making no sound.

When he reached the street outside St. Mary's Monastery,

Gunie stood quietly in a secluded corner and released his perception to sense the surroundings.

During this time, Gunie's soul had improved considerably.

Especially in terms of soul capacity, the progress was astonishing.

Previously, after casting fifty or sixty high-level spells, he would feel pressure.

But now, even after casting hundreds of high-level spells, Gunie felt no pressure.

Such was the benefit of a robust soul capacity.

After carefully sensing for several minutes and confirming that no one had discovered or followed him, Gunie relaxed.

Then, with a leap, Gunie nimbly disappeared into the meter-thick snow like a deft assassin and quickly dashed toward St. Mary's Monastery.

Gunie's target was an unremarkable tower with a high spire at the back of the monastery.

Arriving at the edge of the round-spired tower,

he saw a heavy copper lock and chain locking the door, each lock the size of a palm.

Without special means, he would have to break in by force, which would create considerable noise and might be detected.

Fortunately, Gunie had a way.

With a thought, the high-level spell Puppet Secret Thread was cast.

The Puppet Secret Thread quickly penetrated into the palm-sized copper lock.

Puppet threads could penetrate any object for detailed inspection and control.

Dealing with second- and third-tier supernaturals was no problem.

Using it to open a small copper lock was certainly no issue.

With the movement of the puppet threads, after a moment,

Gunie gave a gentle pull.

"Click!"

The copper lock opened.