Restarting the myth

A string of question marks floated across Wayne's head, and he was stunned by Mona's operation. He confirmed that this was not an illusion, and that he had no problem, and that the only problem was Mona.

Fallen?

Impossible, how could it be so fast.

The clergy can be corrupted so easily, and the devil can laugh out of his dreams. There is no need to go to great lengths to come to the world, he can just CPU the female monk and be done with it.

From Mona's willingness to die rather than obey, to now taking the initiative to take a seat, Mona has changed so much that she feels confident.

Wayne guessed that Mona's superior had told him the whole story, and Mona knew he was a good person, so...

That’s not right, good people will only be bullied, and bad people deserve to enjoy the beauty trap.

Wayne touched the mask on his face. The contrast between before and after was too big. The superiors of the Holy See should have assigned Mona a task to find out his background and see whether he was a good person or a bad person.

Okay, okay, this is how you play, right?

Wayne glanced at Mona and knew that you had grievances, so he would not make it difficult for you. Next, he promised not to take the initiative or refuse, so that you could complete the task successfully.

But the ugly words are ahead, and he will not be responsible, so he advises Mona not to go too far.

Wayne raised his hand and touched the silk leg. Mona's body froze. For about two minutes, the silk stockings were about to ball up, and no one started to make the next move.

The atmosphere was awkward, both waiting for the other to make the first move.

After a while, Wayne didn't wait for anything. He stood up, picked up Mona, threw her to the ground, and said mercilessly: "You're too fat. For the third task, slim down to 110 pounds before you can please me."

He straightened his windbreaker and walked away: "Remember, you must not miss any material for setting up the alchemy array. At this time tomorrow, bring your things and follow me to the third stronghold."

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"He said Stronghold No. 3?"

In St. Paul's Cathedral, Gunther flipped through the alchemy book and frowned: "Where are strongholds No. 1 and 2?"

Mona was not very clear, so she relayed the original words and asked, "Archbishop, do you really want to prepare the materials for him?"

Otherwise!

If you don't send the materials in, how can we capture the specific location of the portal?

Gunther continued to flip through the alchemy book, trying to find other clues. After a while, he seemed to notice something, and said to Mona: "Go down, you can rest in the church tonight, I will prepare the materials as soon as possible and hand them over to him. No one should be missing.”

Archbishop, you talk like the devil!

Do you two know each other?

Mona was even more confused, suspecting that the so-called Bruce was actually an undercover agent installed by the Holy See in the hell camp. He lured her to the devil's believer's den that night in order to use her priesthood to deceive the devil's trust.

The possibility is very high. Bruce took her out intact from a group of perverts on the pretext of not wanting to share. He only touched her butt and legs and sent information to the archbishop through her.

So, Bruce just has a bad mouth and looks like a devil, but is actually one of his own?

The idea was too wishful thinking, and Mona wasn't convinced. Bruce really didn't look like the actor in person at the scene.

"Archbishop, I want to know..."

"You don't have to know that to follow the order, you must completely relay everything he said to me." Gunther reiterated.

"Well, Bruce also gave me a third task." Mona said dryly.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Gunther glanced at Mona accusingly: "What mission? What else does he need?"

"He thought I was too fat, so he asked me to lose weight to 110 pounds before seducing him."

"Who asked you to seduce him?"

Gunther said displeased: "Don't do anything on your own. Also, lose weight quickly and lose weight to 110 pounds."

"..."

Mona left speechlessly. She was not fat, not at all, and her figure was so good that even the devil would call her a devil.

After Mona left, Gunther dug out a dozen scraps of paper from between the pages of the alchemy book. After splicing them together, a simple map of the Lundan underground suddenly appeared in front of him.

Marker 1 site is located in East Lundam, close to the River Tame;

Marker No. 2 is located in Lundan South District, very close to the location where Mona was ambushed;

Location No. 3 is located in the West District, and more locations such as No. 4 and No. 5 are marked with question marks.

"The inverted pentagram...maybe another magic circle..."

Gunther's eyes exploded with golden light, and he gained important information. The foggy area in front of him became much clearer in an instant.

But this is not enough. He needs to obtain all the portal coordinates. Only in this way can he smash the devil's conspiracy with the power of thunder and drive him back to hell.

"Rather than rushing back to hell, sealing it may be a better choice. We have always been too passive." Gunther murmured to himself, thinking of the Free Mage Alliance.

Relying solely on the power of the Holy See in Lundan, it is at best 50/50 equal to the devil coming to the world, because once it shows too much power, the next version will inevitably be weakened.

The royal family will not tolerate the growth of the Holy See, and Gunther has no reason to sacrifice the accumulated wealth. In this case, cooperation with the Free Mage Alliance is undoubtedly a better choice.

Because of your suppression, the Holy See is unable to fight against the devil, and Lundan will soon be devastated. You just have to figure it out!

Gunther put the note away and drew it again on another piece of white paper. He was even more curious about the identity of 'Bruce'.

It can be confirmed that Bruce was not controlled by the Thousand-Eyed Demon and sent the information in order to use the Holy See to eradicate the Thousand-Eyed Demon. However, Mona also said that the Thousand-Eyed Demon personally polluted Bruce's mind.

Not everyone can resist the temptation of the devil, and not everyone can maintain themselves in front of the devil. The magician named Bruce is definitely not that simple.

"He uses blood magic and is the disciple of the blood tyrant..."

"It's possible that he is from the Free Mage Alliance..."

Gunther weighed the pros and cons and had to get in touch with the Free Mage Alliance as soon as possible. If it was the latter, it would be nothing more than another weakening of the Holy See by the royal family. If it was the former, the situation would be even more difficult.

Bruce can resist the temptation of the Thousand-Eyed Demon. The Blood Tyrant must have placed a heavy bet on him. His plot is only bigger than the Thousand-Eyed Demon and must be treated with caution.

"I hope it's the latter, otherwise it will be too troublesome."

Gunther sighed. It had been a troubled time recently. He contacted the Papal States this morning. Many countries had seen signs of the coming of the devil.

Chaos is inseparable from the clouds of war. Chaos is about to break out, and a new era has begun, but the Holy See is not yet ready.

Gunther glanced at the cross on the wall and complained softly: "Why don't we just come here? We have to find them one by one."

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Wayne House.

The female knight Valkyrie stands with a sword in hand and teaches Wayne and Willie the art of dragon-slaying swordsmanship. The sword moves are wide open and close, requiring extremely high arm strength from the user.

Wayne must have met the standard. To his surprise, Willy's arm strength also met the minimum requirement.

"Can't you see that your short hands and middle finger are shorter than others, but you are so strong?" Wayne sighed repeatedly, knowing that when he was given, his voice was light and his body was soft, he could easily be pushed over.

It's right to think about it. All the disciples of the Sun Goddess are so powerful that they lack nothing but strength.

This is true for men, and women are no exception. After Wei Li was cursed, her appearance was that of a standard muscular bully.

"whee."

After receiving praise from Wayne, Willie put her hands on her hips and said proudly: "It's all because of Veronica. I often invite her to wrestle, and as I practice, my strength becomes stronger."

Oh, it turns out he was tortured!

Wayne rolled his eyes, there was nothing to be proud of.

Half an hour later, the black limousine drove into the garage. It was dinner time and the afternoon knight class was over.

The housekeeper Fura opened the car door and asked the future Mrs. Chris to get out of the car. He found Wayne and whispered a few words.

The smile on Wayne's face faded and his brows furrowed: "I'm being followed. Who is it?"

"I don't know. I didn't see the person following me, but I noticed the surveillance gaze. On the way back from Evanston Women's College, my gaze was always there." Fula lowered her voice.

Although Fula is not a magician, as a former Windsor intelligence officer, he is very experienced in counter-reconnaissance and is much better than Wayne, a second-hand spy. He suspected that he was being followed, and Wayne immediately paid attention to it.

"Following you, or stalking..." Wayne glanced at Chris.

"On the way to Evanston Women's College, I didn't notice those eyes." Fula replied.

"I see."

Wayne raised his hand and touched his chin, and gave some instructions to Furla. The latter frowned and said, "Mr. Wayne, is this too offensive?"

"Leaving it is a hidden danger after all. I don't like to leave the crisis to be solved later. I should discover it immediately and eliminate it immediately."

…

After dinner, Wayne excused himself from tonight's class, citing physical discomfort.

As an apology, I will personally drive Chris back to the academy tonight.

You can stay overnight if you don't have classes, so why do you have to drive back to the college? x2

Willie poked her head around, suspecting that Wayne drove her senior sister away for a date. Although Chris felt strange, she didn't say anything and followed Wayne into the car.

In the back row, knight armor is placed in the trunk.

Wayne drove out of the city. On both sides of the road, dim street lights accompanied by hazy fog lingered in the woods, which was eerie and eerie.

"Wayne, this is not the way to school." Chris reminded.

"I know, I didn't plan to send you back to school tonight. I brought you out just for a date."

"Ah this..."

Chris's face turned red, and she waved her hands to reject Wayne's kindness. She felt that Wayne should date Veronica or Willie, and it should not be her in any case.

She was not very good at rejecting friends, so she hesitated and said a few words, which roughly translated meant that you are a good person, but I am not worthy of you.

Suddenly receiving a good guy card, Wayne was a little depressed. He parked the car under the street light and leaned on the seat and rocked.

"Chris, you are too direct. Although I was just joking, I am really shocked now."

Upon hearing this, Chris immediately relaxed. Fortunately, it was just a joke, otherwise she wouldn't know how to face Veronica and Willie.

The situation was too chaotic and she didn't want to get involved. Just being a normal friend would be enough.

"Wayne, why are you hanging around?"

"It's itchy on the back. By the way, Chris, have you noticed any strange people these days?"

Wayne made a gesture and set an example by staring at Chrissy's face, then her chest: "It's like this, it's so lewd, and you won't feel at ease just by looking at it."

Chris: "..."

Don't tell me, there really was one, and it wasn't just in the last few days, it was quite some time ago.

"Except me."

"No, Wayne, you're not a pervert." Chrissy was amused.

Wayne asked a few questions and found that Chrissy was too arrogant and lived too comfortably. Every day at school, Wayne's house was at 2:00 and 1:00 a.m., and all she interacted with were serious people. She had a very poor sense of prevention and a serious lack of sense of crisis.

Just like her, luckily it was a women's college and it was placed in a co-ed college, so flies were flying around the dormitory downstairs during her freshman year.

No, she was obviously the most reliable when she was a cat.

Chris didn't realize that someone was following her, so Wayne simply pointed out the truth: "Fula found out that someone is following you. He is a professional housekeeper with extremely strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities. Even he only noticed the line of sight but did not find the target. It shows that the stalker is not an ordinary person..."

Wayne's face wavered solemnly: "If nothing else, you are being targeted by the magician."

"A believer in death?"

Chrissy's face straightened up, and the corners of her eyebrows sharpened for a moment.

Wayne was surprised by the change in the other person's temperament and subconsciously forgot to shake. Before he could answer Chris's words, there was some movement in the surrounding trees.

White light bloomed in Chrissy's eyes, and the cold moonlight was like solidified spring water, spreading a crescent moon barrier outside the black car.

What a fast casting speed!

Wayne glanced at Chris, walked out of the car with his belt raised, and said angrily: "Who is it? It's late at night, didn't you see that there is something going on here?"

Chris: (_)

Don't wander around in the car next time!

She opened the car door and came to Wayne's side.

Wayne caught a few figures, very cautiously, and had no intention of confronting him. He hesitated for a moment, then disappeared into the darkness.

Wayne did not pursue him and asked Abin to hide in the fog and follow him.

"Chris, I scared people away. Let's continue. Where do you want to go on a date?"

"go home."

Uh, your home or mine?

Wayne winked, didn't ask any questions, and drove Chris back to his home.

On the other side, several men in black robes got into the sewer and disappeared through a portal.

Abin marked a pee spot and disappeared into the mist, waiting for his master to call him.

Several men in black robes stepped into the portal, entered the deserted ancient city, and found the leader, Jerryv, at the stronghold headquarters.

"Brother, No. 7 failed."

The boy in black robe complained: "Two days were wasted. She is not a virgin and does not meet the requirements."

"What happened?"

Jerryv wondered, Target No. 7 was a researcher at a women's college. He was fine two days ago, but why suddenly he no longer met the requirements.

"Brother, the information is not accurate. No. 7 is not a serious girl."

The boy in black robe said firmly: "It has spread throughout the college. If you ask around, you will find out that she works as a mistress for rich people and stays out every night..."

"Shut up, do you believe this stupid thing?"

Jerryv laughed angrily: "Use your brain. She is a member of the Moonlight Church and the adopted daughter of a priest. She cannot be short of money for anything."

"Brother, is it possible that the Moonlight Church is in urgent need of cash flow and the priest sent his adopted daughter to the bed of a rich man?"

"..."

Jerryv looked at his little brother with a dark face, "You clever little kid, put your head over here and let me see how much cement is stuffed inside."

"No, brother, they can testify that the rich man is really rich. His house is so big."

The younger brothers testified one after another, gnashed their teeth and cursed in low voices. Facing the class enemy, they all raised their voices of common hatred.

"That doesn't mean she has lost her purity..."

"I really lost her. Just now, the young master from a wealthy family drove her to the roadside. Seeing no one around, he hurriedly got things done."

The boy in black robe was extremely upset and cursed: "We wanted to stop him, but he was too fast. Chunchun is a waste. The car will sway a few times and it will be over."

"That's right, I've been smoking a cigarette longer than he has."

"It's obviously half a cigarette."

"Shut up!"

Jerryv raised his hands to cover his face: "Don't talk nonsense to me, get out of here. Have you seen him doing anything? If not, continue to follow him."

"Brother, there's really no need to follow him. Although we didn't see him doing anything, No. 7's expression was obviously not right afterwards. He looked like a different person. I'm someone who's been there before. I understand this."

The boy in black robe raised his hand and swore that based on the experience of the brothers, No. 7 would be disqualified and there would be no point in continuing to follow him.

"Then let's change to another one. This is No. 9. Follow him and see what's going on with him?" Jerryf took a photo.

【photo】

"Brother, he is not pure either. He is the young master from a rich family."

"..."

What do you mean, two goals were lost in half a cigarette?