Chapter 95 Chapter 93

The Opus Dei Center in London, 5 Orme Palace Street, is a modest brick building overlooking North Avenue, Kensington Gardens.Silas had never been there, but as he walked toward the house instead of a car, he felt a growing sense of seeking refuge.Despite the rain, Remi parked not far from the house and let him out, keeping the limousine away from the busy street.Silas didn't mind walking.The rain is washing everything between heaven and earth. Silas followed Remy's advice. He wiped the gun down and put it in the grated grate.He was happy to get rid of it, feeling a lot easier.His legs still hurt a little from being bound all the time, but he has endured much more than that.Instead, he was amazed at Teabing with Remy strapped to the back of the car.The Brit is sure to suffer a lot. "What are you going to do with him?" Silas had asked Remy when he drove here.

Remy shrugged. "Let the leader decide." He said in a strangely decisive tone. Now Silas was walking towards the Opus Dei house.The rain became heavier, drenching the robe on his body, and the wound he left the day before yesterday, because of the rain, now pricked his nerves like needles.He was about to cleanse his soul by putting the sins of the past twenty-four hours behind him.Today, his mission is complete. Silas walked across the courtyard to the gate.He was not surprised to find that the door was unlocked.When he walked across the carpet, the electronic clock upstairs suddenly rang.In these halls where the occupants spend most of their time closing their doors to pray every day, the clock is a common decoration.Silas heard the boards creaking above his head.

A man in a cloak came downstairs. "Can I help you with anything?" His eyes were kind, as if he didn't care about Silas' startling appearance. "Thank you. My name is Silas and I am a member of Opus Dei." "Are you American?" Silas nodded. "I'm only in town for a day. Can I rest here?" "Needless to say, there are two vacant rooms on the fourth floor. Shall I fetch you some bread and tea?" "Thank you." Silas was famished by now. Silas went upstairs and picked a room with a window. He took off his rain-soaked robe and wore only his close-fitting clothes, and knelt on the ground to pray.He heard the master come upstairs and put the tray by the door.Silas said his prayers, ate his food, and lay down to sleep.

Three floors down, someone is calling in.The person who answered the phone was the Opus Dei man who had just received Silas. "This is the Metropolitan Police," said the caller. "We are looking for an albino monk. We have heard that he may be with you. Have you seen him?" The Opus Dei man was taken aback: "Here he is. Did he get into some trouble?" "Is he really with you?" "Yes, he's upstairs praying. What's the matter?" "Don't let him go," the officer ordered. "And don't tell anyone. I'll send someone over right away."