A string of question marks flashed across Wayne's mind. He was stunned by Mona's actions. He confirmed that this was not an illusion and there was nothing wrong with him. The only one with the problem could be Mona.
Fallen?
Impossible, it can't be that fast.
The clergy are so easily corrupted that the devil would laugh in his dreams. There is no need for the devil to put in much thought before coming to the world. He can just CPU the female monk and be done with it.
Mona's change from initially refusing to obey to taking a seat on her own initiative is nothing more than confidence.
Wayne guessed that Mona's superior had already told her the whole story, and Mona knew that he was a good person, so...
That's not right either. Good people are only bullied, and bad people are worthy of being tricked by beauty.
Wayne touched the mask on his face. The contrast between before and after was too great. It should be that the superiors in the Vatican had 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 been wronged, so he would not make things difficult for you. He then promised not to take the initiative nor to refuse, allowing you to complete the task successfully.
But let him be frank, he would not be responsible and advised Mona not to go too far.
Wayne raised his hand and touched Mona's silk legs. Her body froze for about two minutes. Her stockings were almost pilling, but no one took the next step.
The atmosphere was awkward, with both men waiting for the other to make the first move.
After a while, Wayne didn't wait for anything. He stood up, picked up Mona and threw her to the ground, saying mercilessly: "You are too fat. The third task is to lose weight to 110 pounds and then please me."
He straightened his windbreaker and walked away: "Remember, you can't lose any of the materials for setting up the alchemy array. At this time tomorrow, bring your stuff and follow me to the third base."
…
"He said the third stronghold?"
In St. Paul's Cathedral, Gunther was flipping through the alchemy book, frowning, "Where are the number one and two strongholds?"
Mona was not very clear, so after relaying the original words, she asked, "Archbishop, do you really want to prepare the materials for him?"
What else?
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 moment, he seemed to realize something and said to Mona, "Go down. You can rest in the church tonight. I will prepare all the materials as soon as possible and give them all to him. No one can be left behind."
Archbishop, you speak like the devil!
Do you two know each other?
Mona became even more confused and suspected that the so-called Bruce was actually an undercover agent planted by the Vatican in the hell camp. He lured her to the devil's hideout that night in order to use her clerical status to gain the devil's trust.
It is very likely that Bruce brought her out of a group of perverts intact under the pretext of not wanting to share, and he did nothing more than touch her butt and legs, and also sent the information to the Archbishop through her.
So, Bruce just has a foul mouth and looks like a devil, but he is actually one of us?
The idea was too wishful. Mona was not sure. When she was in person, Bruce really did not seem to be acting.
"Archbishop, I want to know..."
"You don't need to know. Just follow my orders. You must relay every word he says to me in full," Gunther reiterated.
"Well, Bruce also gave me a third mission." Mona said dryly.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Gunther gave Mona a blaming look, "What mission? What else does he need?"
"He thought I was too fat and asked me to lose weight until I was 110 pounds before I could seduce him."
"Who asked you to seduce him?"
Gunther said unhappily, "Don't act on your own. Also, lose weight quickly and get down to 110 pounds."
“…”
Mona left speechlessly. She was not fat, not at all. Her figure was so good that even a devil would call her a devil when he saw her.
After Mona left, Gunther picked out a dozen pieces of scraps of paper from the gaps between the pages of the alchemy book. After piecing them together, a simple map of the underground of Lundan appeared before his eyes.
Marked site number one is located in East Lundene, near the River Tame;
Marked location number two is in the southern area of Lundan, very close to where Mona was ambushed;
Location number three is located in the West District, and more locations such as number four and number five are questionable.
"An inverted pentagram... or maybe some other magic circle..."
Golden light burst out of Gunther's eyes, and he gained important information. The foggy area in front of him suddenly became much clearer.
But this alone is not enough, he needs to obtain all the portal coordinates, only in this way can he crush the devil's conspiracy with the force of thunder and drive it back to hell.
"Instead of rushing back to Hell, sealing it away might be a better option. We have been too passive all along." Gunther muttered to himself, thinking of the Free Mage League.
Relying solely on the power of the Holy See in Lendan, it can at most fight the devils that come to the world on equal terms, because once it shows too much power, it will inevitably be weakened in the next version.
The royal family will not tolerate the growth of the Church, and Gunther has no reason to sacrifice his accumulated wealth. In this case, cooperating with the Free Mage Alliance is undoubtedly a better choice.
Because of your suppression, the Holy See cannot fight against the devil, and London is about to be devastated. You can handle it!
Gunther put the note away and started to draw again on a new piece of white paper. He became even more curious about the identity of 'Bruce'.
It can be confirmed that Bruce was not controlled by the Thousand Eyes Demon, and he sent out the information in order to use the Holy See to eradicate the Thousand Eyes Demon, but Mona also said that the Thousand Eyes Demon personally polluted Bruce's mind.
Not everyone can resist the devil's urge, and not everyone can maintain their self-identity in front of the devil. The magician named Bruce is definitely not that simple.
"He uses blood magic and is a disciple of the Blood Tyrant..."
"It's possible that he is from the Free Mage Alliance..."
Gunther weighed the pros and cons and decided to get in touch with the Free Mages League as soon as possible. If it was the latter, it would simply be another weakening of the Holy See by the royal family. If it was the former, the situation would be even more difficult.
Bruce was able to withstand the Thousand Eyes Demon's desire. The Blood Tyrant must have placed a heavy bet on him. His plot is probably even bigger than that of the Thousand Eyes Demon, and must be treated with caution.
"I hope it's the latter, otherwise it will be too troublesome."
Gunther sighed. Things have been turbulent lately. This morning he contacted the Papal States and learned that many countries were showing signs of the devil's coming.
The chaos and the shadow of war are inextricably linked. A great 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 quietly, "Why don't we just go there directly? Why do we have to look for them one by one?"
…
Wayne House.
The female knight Valkyrie stood with a sword in her hand, teaching Wayne and Willy the dragon-slaying sword technique. The sword moves were wide and open, requiring extremely high arm strength from the user.
Wayne definitely met the standard, and to his surprise, Willy's arm strength also met the minimum requirement.
"I never thought you had such strong strength with such short arms and a middle finger that's even shorter than others?" Wayne sighed repeatedly. It was obvious that when he gave it, she was so soft and gentle that he could be easily pushed down.
Come to think of it, all the disciples of the Sun Goddess are very strong and have no shortage of strength for anything.
This is true for men and women are no exception. After being cursed, Willy's appearance became that of a standard muscular man.
"whee."
After receiving Wayne's praise, Willie put her hands on her hips and said proudly, "It was all thanks to Veronica. I often challenge her to wrestle, and she became stronger as she practiced."
Oh, so it was caused by abuse!
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 course was over.
Butler Fla opened the car door and asked the future Mrs. Chris to get out. He found Wayne and whispered a few words to him.
Wayne's smile faded and his brows furrowed. "I'm being followed. Who is it?"
"I'm not sure. I didn't see anyone following me, but I sensed surveillance. On the way back from Evanston Girls' College, they were always in sight." Fla said in a low voice.
Although Fla is not a magician, as a former Windsor intelligence officer, he is extremely experienced in counter-reconnaissance and is much better than Wayne, a second-hand spy. He suspected that he was being followed, and Wayne immediately took it seriously.
"Should I follow you, or follow..." Wayne glanced at Chris.
"I didn't notice those gazes on the way to Evanston College for Girls," Fla replied.
"I see."
Wayne raised his hand and touched his chin, then whispered something to Fla, who frowned and said, "Master Wayne, is this too offensive?"
"Keeping it is a hidden danger after all. I don't like to leave crises to be solved later. I will eliminate them immediately if I find them."
…
After dinner, Wayne asked for leave from tonight's classes due to feeling unwell.
As an apology, I will personally drive Chris back to the college tonight.
You can stay overnight if you don't have classes, why do you have to drive me back to the college? x2
Willy poked her head out, suspecting that Wayne was driving the senior away for a date. Although Chris found it strange, she didn't say anything and followed Wayne into the car.
In the back row, knight armor is placed in the suitcase.
Wayne drove out of the city. On both sides of the road, dim street lights accompanied by hazy fog lingered in the woods, making it eerie and gloomy.
"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 for a date."
“Ah, this…”
Chris blushed and waved her hands to refuse Wayne's kindness. She thought that Wayne should date Veronica or Willy, and not her.
She was not good at rejecting friends, so she stammered a few words, which roughly meant, when translated, "You are a good person, and I am not worthy of you."
Wayne was quite depressed after suddenly receiving a good guy card. He parked the car under the street light and rocked back and forth on the seat.
"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 Willy.
The situation was too chaotic, she didn't want to get involved, just being ordinary friends would be enough.
"Wayne, why are you wandering around?"
"My back is itchy. By the way, Chris, have you noticed any strange people these days?"
Wayne gestured, setting an example by staring at Chris's face, then her chest: "Just like this, with a lecherous look in his eyes, you can tell at a glance that he has bad intentions."
Chris: “…”
You know what, there really is one, and it’s not just in the last few days, it’s been quite a while.
"Except me."
"No, Wayne, you're not a pervert." Chris was amused.
After asking a few questions, Wayne found that Chris was too carefree and lived too comfortable a life. She went between school and home every day, and only came into contact with serious people. She had a very poor sense of vigilance and a serious lack of a sense of crisis.
For a woman like her, it was fortunate that it was a women's college. If she had been placed in a coeducational college, there would have been flies flying around downstairs of her dormitory building during her freshman year.
That shouldn't be the case. She was obviously the most reliable when she was a cat.
Chris didn't notice that someone was following her, so Wayne simply told her the truth: "Fla found out that someone was following you. He is a professional butler with strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities. Even he only noticed the sight but didn't find the target, which means the stalker is not an ordinary person..."
Wayne's face was solemn as he swayed back and forth: "If nothing unexpected happens, you have been targeted by the magician."
"A believer in death?"
Chris's face straightened and her eyebrows suddenly became sharp.
Wayne was surprised by the other person's sudden change in temperament and subconsciously forgot to shake. Before he could answer Chris's words, some noise was heard in the surrounding bushes.
White light bloomed in Chris'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 in hand, and said angrily, "Who is it? It's late at night. Can't you see that we are doing something here?"
Chris: (＝_＝)
Don't hang around in the car next time!
She opened the car door and came to Wayne.
Wayne caught sight of several figures. They were very cautious and had no intention of confronting him head-on. He hesitated for a moment and then disappeared into the darkness.
Wayne didn't chase him, but let Abin hide in the fog and catch up.
"Chris, I scared the person away. Let's continue. Where do you want to go on a date?"
"go home."
Uh, your house or my house?
Wayne winked, tactfully didn't ask any questions, and drove Chris back home.
On the other side, several men in black robes went into the sewer and disappeared through a portal.
Abin marked a pee spot and hid in 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, Jerrife, at the headquarters of the stronghold.
"Brother, number 7 failed."
The black-robed younger brother complained, "Two days were wasted. She is not a virgin and does not meet the requirements."
"What happened?"
Jerry was puzzled, target No. 7 was a researcher at the Women's College, and he was fine two days ago, so how come he suddenly no longer met the requirements?
"Brother, the information is not accurate. Number 7 is not a serious girl."
The black-robed younger brother said confidently: "It's all over the academy. Just ask around and you'll find out that she's a mistress for a rich man and doesn't come home every night..."
"Shut up, you believe this kind of nonsense?"
Jerif was so angry that he laughed: "Use your brain, she is a member of the Moonlight Church and the adopted daughter of the priest. She can't lack money for anything."
"Brother, is it possible that the Moonlight Church is in urgent need of funds, and the priest sent his adopted daughter to a wealthy man?"
“…”
Jerry looked at his younger brother with a dark face and said, "You little smart guy, put your head close to me, let me see how much cement is stuffed in there."
"No, brother. They can testify that the rich man is really rich. His house is very big."
The younger brothers testified one after another, gritting their teeth and cursing under their breath, and in unison, they expressed their shared hatred for the class enemy.
"That doesn't mean she has lost her purity..."
"She is really lost. Just now, the young master of a wealthy family drove her to the roadside. Seeing that there was no one around, he hurriedly took care of the matter."
The black-robed brother was extremely annoyed and cursed, "We wanted to stop him, but he was too fast. Chunchun was a piece of trash. The car shook a few times and it was over."
"That's right, it takes me longer to smoke a cigarette than it does for him."
"It's clearly half a cigarette."
"Shut up!"
Jerif raised his hands to cover his face and said, "Don't talk nonsense to me. Get out of here. Did you see him do it? If not, keep following him."
"Brother, there's really no need to follow him. Although we didn't see him do anything, No. 7's expression was obviously different afterwards. It was like he was a different person. I've been through this before, so I understand."
The black-robed brother raised his hands and swore. Based on their experience, they knew that No. 7 had lost his qualifications and there was no point in continuing to follow him.
"Then let's change one. This is No. 9. Follow him and see what he's like?" Jerry took a photo.
【photo】
"Brother, he is not pure either. He is the young master of that rich family."
“…”
What does that mean? Two targets were lost in the time it takes to smoke half a cigarette?
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