Lanze stepped into Kanbukun, his gaze fixed on the ancient church. The setting sun's afterglow sprinkled over the mottled walls, giving the entire church a mysterious aura. He pushed open the heavy wooden door, his footsteps echoing in the spacious hall, as if reminding him of every detail here.
He looked around, identifying the faces of each clergy member one by one.
The old man was not there.
Lanze frowned slightly, a growing sense of puzzlement in his heart.
He walked to the small garden in the backyard, where there were only a few old brooms and an empty hut.
Returning to the church, Lanze decided to ask the people around him.
He approached a Cultivator who was lighting a candle and asked softly, "Is there an elderly janitor here?"
The Cultivator shook his head, "I've never seen one."
Lanze continued to inquire among others, and everyone's answer was the same: the person he described was not here.
The church bells rang at that moment, deep and distant.