In the silent night, under the dim light, occasionally one or two passersby hurried by.
Two stray dogs were rummaging through a trash can in the dark alley, trying to find some food to fill their stomachs.
Plop.
Suddenly, water splashed up in the alley.
Baiyu took a deep breath, looking around. The darkness was so intense it seemed to want to swallow him whole.
"Is the defense in this church district so lax, not even a patrol at midnight? Well, that's right, the church district doesn't really need patrols. Every priest is basically an Extraordinary, with powerful ones among them."
Baiyu understood the key point.
If someone really dared to cause trouble here, it would be like an old man hanging himself—courting death.
No one crazy enough would commit crimes in the church district, and even if such a person appeared, the bishop, deacon, and the fighting forces of the Scarred Church would teach them the meaning of "blood and battle."
