Under the sun, Mary's Church has a sense of solemnity, but it is not ancient. After all, the history is there. The founders of Barton City did not pursue that deliberate sense of the times. The architectural style of Mary Church is very in line with modern people's aesthetics. It is regular and square. On the only protruding central tower, a black cross stands at the end of the building to represent a flying bird. Provides the opportunity to overlook the city.
It may be due to Crowley's historical attributes. She seems to care about tradition, so the clergy's schedule is very fixed. Now is the time when breakfast has not been picked up and lunch has not been picked up. No one is walking around in the work and living area behind the Mary Church building.
Zach walked through the corridors of the work area for a long time before he found a priest who was facing the wall. Because he was observing so intently, his eyes were completely black, staring motionless at an ant on the wall.
"Be careful about your words and actions." Zach curled his lips, "What will you do if the believers see it?"
The pastor turned back, the blackness in his eyes shrunk, and he smiled awkwardly, "Monday is the most dreary day in this era. I don't think anyone will come."
Zach pouted, these people who don't know what era they live in are very adaptable, and they can actually know such a rule.
"I'm looking for Crowley, where is she." Zach didn't want to waste time.
The pastor pointed in a direction and looked at Seth behind Zach with a curious look on his face. "I'm Mike. I've never seen you before. I'm glad to see you."
Seth frowned, "Seth."
The pastor named Mike nodded and continued to observe the ants on the wall.
Zach shook his head and continued to walk forward. Crowley's figure flashed past the end of the corridor, then stepped back as if in surprise, tilted her head, and stood at the end of the corridor facing Zach, "Are you giving it to me?" Did you bring a gift?"
Zach looked at Seth behind him, "He came here by himself. But I did bring a gift. Do you have a place to sit?"
Crowley was still wearing men's formal clothes. The black vertical stripes on her white coat were bulged and severely curved by the things on her chest. Her trousers were straight and clinging to her slender legs. At the end, the length is just right on the black and white leather shoes, and the plaid socks are faintly exposed.
It seems that she has found her dressing style in this era, which cannot be evaluated.
Crowley's hands moved impatiently, "I don't like this church, it's like a cheap box, so, sorry, I don't have a place for you to sit."
Zach had reached the end of the corridor, looked around, and opened a door casually. The priest inside looked at Zach in confusion behind his desk, "Can I help you?"
"Yes." Zach approached the office, "You can go out, I need to talk to your boss."
The priest looked at Crowley behind Zach, nodded, and exited the office.
Zach casually glanced at the things on the table, which were neatly arranged forms with some personal information written in different handwriting. It seems to be the church application Crowley mentioned.
Zach saw that Crowley sat behind the desk reluctantly, so he sat down as well and waved his hand, "Okay Crowley, if you don't like this place so much, you can build a new one yourself."
Crowley's face became even more impatient, "Anthony refused."
Zach raised an eyebrow, good job Anthony.
"What gift? I'm not in a good mood today. You'd better really make me happy." Crowley's eyes fell on Seth and she curled her lips without interest.
Zach's mood improved and he took out the portrait given by James, "You will like it."
Crowley took the crumpled paper and unfolded it. Her expression did not improve, "Is James too fragile? Do you need to hand this over?"
"Can you blame him? You should know how hard it took me to get him to integrate with us." Zach smiled.
Crowley waved her hand and handed back the portrait, "Then what. This is not helpful. Every tramp looks like this."
Zach smiled and motioned to Seth, "You should listen to him."
Seth had been sullen since entering the church, and now it looked like he was going to keep it up.
Zach had no choice but to continue relaying.
After a while, Crowley's impatient expression really disappeared and was replaced by a vague smile, "Cherubim? What a surprise." Crowley looked at Zach, "So , do you want to join? Well, let me ask another question, please join, I need your help."
Zach smiled and raised his eyebrows, "Even if I don't join, I will at least stand by to make James feel at ease. But Crowley, don't you try for it?" Zach pointed at Seth again, "He They’re all here.”
Crowley smiled and turned her gaze to Seth, who had been refusing to speak. "Why did you come? You know, I have a very good reason to make you disappear."
Seth looked at Crowley and finally spoke, "I want to settle in this city. We have the same reasons." There was uncontrollable disgust on his face, "In the end, I am the same as you."
"Same?" Crowley chuckled, "Do you have a demon's sense of honor now? Where did your demon hunter's sense of honor go?"
The disgust on Seth's face deepened, and in this expression of extreme self-denial, a hint of helplessness was buried deepest.
"Sorry." Crowley smiled and shook her head, "It's my fault. The reality is too cruel. The witcher's sense of honor can no longer be maintained. There is no place for you in this world."
The reality is this. The escaped demon hunters have nowhere to go. They will either be sent back to hell by the demons, or they will be hunted forever in this world.
Finally, at the end of his escape, he entered a strange city, where humans and aliens actually protected each other. Just like Constantine, don't touch the affairs of foreigners, they won't make things difficult for you!
"Okay Crowley." Zach smiled and shook his head, "There's no need to be so harsh on him, you don't care about him, right? If he wants to live peacefully, why bother irritating him. Maybe you don't know, he is now A professional social thug."
Zach's tone was full of teasing.
The scowl on Seth's face grew heavier and heavier.
"Okay." Crowley smiled, "That counts as my invitation, and you can join." Crowley smiled and stopped looking at Seth, "You know, the only reason why you are useful is because of you. weapon. Don't forget to take it with you when I summon you."