Bab 425: The Deacon

Neigh!

Two horses galloped through the nighttime streets of Hightown , their hooves pounding against the pavement as they raced towards their destination.

Soon, they saw a dimly lit church in the distance, a small flicker of light coming from the boarded windows.

The horses quickened the pace, and soon they arrived at the church, panting and covered in sweat.

Ambrose leaped out of the back of the brown-maned horse and helped Moriarty off the saddle of his horse.

"Argh…" Moriarty held his waist in pain, wincing as he tried to stand upright.

The church looked abandoned, as if there wasn't a single soul inside.

Ambrose pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped into the dark, musty interior.

"Excuse me?"

His echoing voice bounced off the walls, but there was no response.