November 2nd, night.
Ailan Sea, cruise ship.
Wayne had taken the route to the Republic of Ireland once before. It crossed the Ireland Strait and his destination was the port of Dulin, the capital of the Republic of Ireland.
As the second largest city in the Windsor Federation after London, Durin has a rich history and culture. In addition, it is warm in winter and cool in summer and has beautiful scenery. It is a rare tourist destination.
Last time, Wayne was in a hurry to search the property of Fast City in Northern Ireland and did not stay in this city. He only stayed there for a while as a transit station. This time, he brought his wife and secretary on a public-funded tour and planned to stay for a few more nights.
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On the silent sea, a cruise ship belonging to the Bedford family was sailing slowly. The sea breeze blew gently, and the hull cut across the sea, leaving a long and thin trace.
The cruise ship's lights are flickering, and its overall outline is looming in the moonlight. These light and shadows sway with the waves of the sea, forming a sparkling picture.
There was a roar of water outside the ship and people were staring at each other in the luxurious cabin.
"Chris, it's time to rest. You have to go to work tomorrow!" Wayne looked at Chris with a serious face, with his loyal secretary Mona standing behind him.
Although his expression was serious, as if he was guarding justice, Chris was no longer the magical girl who was given away for free. She saw through his sinister intentions at a glance and shook her head like a rattle.
"No, I have to stay up late tonight to write a novel, and I don't plan to rest!" Chris enunciated her words heavily, trying to persuade the shameless man to give up.
Mona stood behind Wayne with an expressionless face, her expression was very similar to Megan beside Auston.
Like Chris, she also felt that Wayne's idea was too shameless. A one-on-one fight was fine, but a group fight was absolutely unacceptable.
Mona did not speak out her thoughts, did not take the initiative, did not refuse, and focused on being obedient.
She felt that she was probably sick. Ever since her evolution, she had been very resistant to close interactions with Wayne. In the past, she would never have dared to think about this.
Mona couldn't find the root cause of her illness, and was afraid that Wayne would misunderstand her, but she didn't dare to say it out loud. So she decided to take drastic measures to suppress her increasingly serious condition through more intimate interactions.
Just consider it as punishment!
Thinking about it, I feel a little shy and a bit depraved.
"Chris, staying up late to write novels is not good for your health. Believe me, you are very talented. It will be the same if you write it tomorrow." Wayne rubbed his hands and moved forward, then leaned forward and snatched the manuscript from Chris's arms.
He quickly flipped through a few pages and was deeply impressed by the rich content and grand setting.
Translated it, it's a bunch of useless shit. I lost the desire to read on after just one glance. My head hurts after reading it.
Wayne hesitated, and finally said tactfully: "Senior, have you ever considered changing your career path?"
"What's wrong? It doesn't look good?"
"It has a compact structure, rich content, and profound ideas contained in the concise writing. It is an excellent love novel." Wayne commented with a stern face.
"Wayne, I write detective stories."
"It means the same thing. Solving a case doesn't interfere with falling in love."
“…”
Seeing Wayne's comment, Chris couldn't help but sigh: "Just tell me, I don't have any talent for writing, right? Willie thinks so too."
"What does Wei Li know about novels? Don't listen to her nonsense. If you don't believe me, go ask Veronica and hear what she has to say about it."
"Veronica said your diary is better."
Chris looked at Wayne dimly: "I wanted to borrow your diary for reference, but Veronica refused. You have written several books for her, but I haven't read a single word."
So sour, it's the fragrance of lemon!
Seeing Chris's resentful face, Wayne skillfully held her in his arms and spoke nonsense to cheer her up.
Chris is no longer a magical girl who likes to listen to sweet words. She prefers action. Since Wayne is so good at writing a diary, he might as well help her with some advice and fulfill her dream of writing a book.
As he said this, he handed the manuscript to Wayne and asked him to help revise it.
How do I change this? Except for the author's name, everything else has to be deleted.
Wayne blinked and said, "Chris, is it possible that detective novels have wasted your talent? You should try another type of novel."
"for example?"
What a cool article!
Look at your writing style, you are an elementary school student. It would be a pity if you don't write something exciting.
Wayne thought about it and realized that the cool novels he knew did not fit the current God-chosen Continent in terms of either the historical background or the social structure, so it was difficult to provide Chris with the possibility of copying... ahem, borrowing from them.
"Wait, it seems there really is one."
Wayne muttered twice, threw away the manuscript in front of him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Chris, I thought of a revenge story. The plot is tortuous and vivid, and the characters are deeply rooted in people's hearts. It is not only fun to read, but also has great literary value."
"Tell me about it."
“A story about revenge.”
"Prince's revenge stories are already commonplace and are not as popular as knight novels."
"Same idea, more or less refreshing."
Wayne clenched his fist and coughed twice, then slowly said, "The protagonist is a sailor from the bottom of society. He has a very beautiful fiancée. Because of his hard work, his career is about to explode..."
"His success in both career and love attracted jealousy. A group of people framed him and sent him to prison. He lost his high-profile job and his fiancée was snatched away by his rival."
"The kind-hearted hero learned from his mistakes and decided to seek revenge. In prison, he met elites from various industries and got a treasure map..."
"After the hero was released from prison, the people who had framed him either became billionaires or wealthy and powerful, while he had nothing but money and knowledge."
At this point, Wayne paused and said, "The more tragic this plot is, the better. By suppressing the hero, it can arouse readers' resonance and make the villains hate them crazily. Then the hero will rise strongly and crush and take revenge all the way, which will make readers feel refreshed."
Chris nodded repeatedly, and then said, "Teacher Wayne, I have a general understanding of the plot and characters. Where is the literary value?"
“This is easy.”
Wayne grabbed the female student's hand, took her to sit on the bed, put his arm around her shoulders and said, "Regarding this script, bah, I mean, regarding the literary value, we can dig deeper by exploring human nature."
"Teacher, can you be more specific?"
"Through the strong contrast between the protagonist's character changes before and after, a tragic character whose kindness is devoured by the fire of revenge is created..."
Wayne's hand was already on the female student's waist, rubbing it with his fingertips, biting her ear and saying, "In the early days, he was kind and compassionate, facing all hardships with a smile, and firmly believed that hard work could make him successful. In the later days, he was good at using conspiracy and trickery, and was good at controlling the weaknesses of human nature. He was almost omniscient and omnipotent, like a devil who had fallen into hell, torturing his enemies completely to the point of being exhausted."
Mona frowned, took two steps forward and said, "Boss, is this inappropriate?"
Chris nodded repeatedly. Indeed, what if the devil taught the children bad things?
"This is even simpler. The last chapter clears the hero."
Wayne waved to Mona, and after she sat down, he openly embraced her left and right: "The hero did everything he could to get revenge, and hurt many innocent people. After completing his revenge, his life suddenly lost its direction. He reviewed his actions, repented before God, and finally left his hometown and disappeared from then on."
Obviously, the cool novel that Wayne plagiarized is "The Count of Monte Cristo", the famous originator of cool novels. The plot of acquiring superior knowledge and treasure maps in prison is similar to the plot of jumping off a cliff to pick up peerless martial arts secrets.
Because there are no big studs in Frank in this world, Wayne copied it without any shame, and asked if he was the first one to come.
Mona nodded. The confessional ending and the lonely end of the male protagonist made the story seem serious and did have some literary depth.
Chris also nodded repeatedly. When she didn't understand, she asked directly, "Mr. Wayne, how should I describe a male protagonist who is like a devil?"
"This is too easy. You can copy the personalities of the people around you. You must have met a lot of bad guys, so just follow their example." Wayne suggested.
Chris looked at Wayne, blinked, and then nodded heavily.
She found the devil!
"You seem to be thinking of something very disrespectful."
Wayne curled his lips. Since they were one family, he would not pursue the matter. He said, "I have been working hard every day. I have written my diary up to 1942. With the frequent updates, I have summarized a set of writing skills that are very marketable."
Chris's eyes lit up. Teacher, she wanted to learn this.
"Don't worry, let's talk about it tomorrow. It's late at night, it's time to rest." Wayne's maps have never been very long.
“…”
Chris rolled her eyes and pushed away the claws on her waist. She was going to the next door to write tonight, so unless there was an emergency, don't knock on her door.
Having said that, he trotted away, not giving the pervert any chance to take advantage of him.
"Obviously, Wei Li can..."
Wayne looked at Mona, who had an expressionless face beside him, and asked with a questioning look why she didn't hold Chris's hands just now. Playing the bad guy is the secretary's job.
Mona blushed slightly when Wayne looked at her. She turned her head to the side and gritted her teeth and whispered, "Boss, I'm going to rest too. You go to bed early. We still have to investigate tomorrow!"
As expected of you, you are getting better and better!
Wayne was not aware of Mona's condition, and since he had been making that 'disgusted face' move recently, he secretly said "great" and rubbed his hands before stopping Mona.
The camera zooms out and because of the wind, the waves stirred up by the cruise ship on the sea surface become even bigger.
In the second half of the night, waves x2.
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Dulin.
The capital of the Republic of Ireland.
In name, the Republic of Ireland is still under the rule of Windsor, but it is well known that Windsor is not a good person. The Republic of Ireland is just a jewel in the Queen's crown and a leek to be harvested. The two sides cannot pee in the same pot at all.
Sooner or later, the family will separate.
Not to mention, the Republic of Ireland does have the conditions, but its political influence and international voice are far inferior to Windsor's. Its strength lies in the support of the Vatican. The Vatican made a great contribution to the establishment of the Republic of Ireland.
Wayne got off the boat with his wife and secretary. Two bodyguards in black and a driver had been waiting for a long time. He wanted to keep a low profile on his incognito visit and not attract too much attention. He asked the bodyguards and the driver to leave the car behind and drove himself to a holiday estate on the outskirts of the city.
If you have a large family and a lot of wealth, you can find the property title deed anywhere.
Especially after the purging of the imperial court, there are even more house deeds, and you have to accept one, which is really frustrating.
The Ministry of Magic had limited funding, and Wayne did not apply for much funds, so he only booked a suite to prevent being disturbed by outsiders. He squeezed out of the limited funds and booked the entire floor where the suite was located.
Mona and Chris knew what was going on. They rolled their eyes but said nothing. Because of their incident last night, they blushed a little as they faced each other, but their relationship was undoubtedly much closer.
While the two were cleaning the room, Wayne sat on the sofa studying the intelligence. He took out a map and marked and circled four targets that needed to be investigated.
"Chris, are you interested in going out for a walk and taking in the local customs and culture?"
"No, I have to write a book and I'm not going anywhere." Chris was afraid of getting into trouble again if she went out, so she insisted on staying in the hotel to sort out the outline.
By the time Wayne came back from his investigation, she had almost finished writing the outline, so she came in to help sort out any problems.
Seeing his frightened attitude, Wayne smiled complacently, patted his butt and said, "Let's go, there is a temple church that distributes eggs in the nearby town, let's go and take a look."
Mona nodded, collected the documents on the table and put them into her personal space.
…
The Church of the Holy Trinity is located in Fude Town, a suburb of Turin. The two places are easily accessible, with a drive of less than half an hour.
Because it is close, Wayne plans to start the investigation from here.
Mona was still driving, and Wayne was sitting in the passenger seat, marking on the map, connecting the distribution points of several suspected geocentric cult sects to see if he could find traces of a large-scale sacrificial magic circle.
Hexagram, pentagram, cross, triangle...
I tried them one by one, but didn't find any related traces.
"The collective outbreak of these sects all emerged after the declaration of war. Rather than calling it a coincidence, I would rather believe that there is an organization and plan behind them. It is a large organization of considerable scale." Wayne looked down at the map.
"Boss, do you suspect it has something to do with the devil?"
"I didn't say that."
Wayne rolled his eyes at Mona and said, "Mona, you care too much about the devil. It's not good to think of the devil when something happens."
He went on to say, "They are organized and planned. They may not necessarily be the devil. They may also be a money-making scheme by local nobles, or a branch of the local church forces. They use these cannon fodder to deal with the Life Alliance forces in Windsor."
Wayne analyzed all the possibilities one by one, and finally frowned and said: "The operation of distributing eggs is too similar to the Geocentric Religion. If it is really the configuration of the Geocentric Religion, it means that the evil god of the void has returned to the human world, and there is more than one..."
There are generally two types of evil gods: fallen void magicians and devils from hell.
There is nothing much to say about the devils in hell. It is not easy for them to enter and leave the human world. Unless in special cases, it is impossible for them to come to the human world.
Magicians who fall into the void are usually legendary wizards, such as Marshall, the Lord of the Void. Golden wizards are not qualified to fall. Their own strength is too poor. They become dazed as soon as they see the Door of Truth and have no chance to learn advanced knowledge of the void.
In fact, even a legendary wizard cannot stay in the void for too long.
Because he wanted to make progress too much, the more he learned, the more he didn't know. He couldn't stand the temptation of knowledge and became addicted to the void. In the end, madness and the void merged into one.
Few legendary mages can regain themselves after going insane and return safely from the void.
Besides, they have all found themselves, which means that they have successfully achieved life evolution in the void, and there is not much point in returning to the human world.
"Perhaps it's for faith, or more likely for sacrifice..."
"An organized and large-scale return, collectively plundering faith, and then sacrificing a large number of lives in one go..."
Wayne's scalp tingled when he heard this. He shook his head and said, "If that's the case, they are not devils, but they are no different from the devil."
"Boss, what are you going to do?"
"Investigate it first. If it's a trick used by the nobles to make money, make it public and hand it over to the Queen. If the Queen can't handle it, contact the local Heavenly Father Church. The street lamps are still missing a lot of accessories. It just so happens that the nobles and street lamps are a perfect match."
Wayne said: "If they are legendary mages from the void, it will be even easier. We can just find them one by one and kill them all."
The plan is simple and crude, you don't need to think too much, just your punches are enough.
Half an hour later, the black car arrived at Ford Town.
Fude Town is far away from the highway, with narrow and winding streets. Most of the roads are paved with bluestone bricks. Houses are scattered on both sides of the streets, and the walls are covered with moss.
It is quiet and peaceful, with the exquisite feeling of oil painting.
Like most small towns, the center of Ford Town is an old church with a towering spire and a huge square in front of the church.
Wayne looked out the window, his mind scattered, looking for traces of thoughts contaminated by the star beast.
Mona slowed down the car. There were many small shops along the street, and she was getting closer and closer to the church at the end of the street.
Soon, several figures in white robes blocked the road. They were believers of the Temple. Each of them held a basket of eggs. They knocked on the car window, handed Wayne a pamphlet, and asked him if he was interested in reading it.
If you believe, I will give you a basket of eggs. If you don’t believe, that’s okay too. As fellow believers of the Holy Catholic Church, we should love and help each other. Take two eggs back as a token of your appreciation.
"First, four eggs. My wife and I came here for an outing and have nothing to do anyway. If the eggs are good, we will consider buying them." Wayne took the booklet and bought four eggs.
He rolled up the car window and let Mona take a walk around the town of Ford. He flipped through the booklet and found that the doctrines were almost identical to those of the Heavenly Father's Church, with limited modifications. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was copied verbatim.
"It's interesting. How can you tolerate such a tyrannical Church?"
Wayne raised his eyebrows, increasingly suspecting that these new sects were the work of the Heavenly Father Church, and that when their power grew stronger they would be used to deal with the Alliance of Life and the Churches of Darkness and Death.
Mona frowned slightly and said nothing.
Wayne played with the egg in his hand. It was no different from an ordinary egg both inside and out. With the magician's skills, it was almost impossible to tell the real from the fake.
Wayne is not an ordinary magician. He can tell whether it is a real egg just by opening his mouth.
A ray of thought is injected into the egg, telling the true meaning of life.
Soon, the egg shook slightly, and the little octopus broke out of the shell, waving its tentacles that shimmered like a starfish.
The bizarrely shaped octopus resembles a starfish and has eight boneless tentacles that are much more flexible than a starfish. The mouth on its abdomen is where the rhythmic movement of rice-sized spots of light are. These are its eyes and also the organ that captures smells.
The little octopus waved its tentacles to collect information around it, then suddenly leaped up and pounced on Wayne's face. Its eight tentacles wrapped around Wayne's head tightly, and then...
Stuck in.
The white foam squirmed and swallowed the newly born starfish.
Wayne's face recovered, he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and commented: "Chicken taste, as far as ingredients are concerned, it is not suitable for the physique of humans in the God's Chosen Continent."
The little starfish is called the Blue Ridge Parasite, known as the 'King of the Underground' in the Geocentric Church. It is a giant star beast that reaches an extremely exaggerated size when it grows up, and is famous for its terrifying reproductive capacity.
Its destructive power is average. It is at the bottom of the food chain in the void and is extremely afraid of fire. Because it is weak, it puts all its survival points into reproduction.
Although it is weak, the polluting power of the star beast cannot be underestimated. The parasitic ability of the young blue-ridged parasite is very terrifying. Once it hugs the host, it will merge with the host, connected by skin and flesh, and there is almost no possibility of physical separation.
Wayne showed Mona the archived data from the Ministry of Magic and shook his head, saying, "It's confirmed. It is indeed an evil god from the void, and it is very likely that he works for the same organization as the Lord of the Void. He found the headquarters of the Templars and their egg processing factory, and burned them all down at nightfall."
Mona nodded. The devil is equal to the evil god, the legendary wizard of the fallen void is equal to the evil god, so the fallen legendary wizard is equal to the devil.
The equation is established, and I instantly feel full of energy.
"But I still have a question..."
Wayne looked at the church in the center of Ford Town: "It's understandable that ordinary magicians don't know the methods of the void. The Father Church of the Republic of Ireland is very powerful, much stronger than Lundan. Why do they ignore the emergence of a lot of evil gods in their own territory?"
"Boss, do you want me to go to the church and check it out?"
"First, go around the town and find the headquarters of the Templar Church and the egg processing factory. Do some on-site inspections to see where it would be more convenient to commit the crime at night." Out of caution, Wayne did not rush to the church right away.
If his guess was correct, the clergy of the Ford Town Church had been bewitched by the evil god.
…
dusk.
The town of Ford suddenly became quiet before the sun set, as if the mute button had been pressed, and the entire town was silent.
The pale mist drifting from the distant mountains made the atmosphere of the town even more eerie.
The black sedan drove through the deserted streets and stopped in front of the church square. Wayne opened the door and got out. He put his arm around Mona's waist and walked towards the church gate pretending to be a newlywed couple.
This ancient church is at least a hundred years old. After sunset, the church is not closed. Against the backdrop of thick fog and night, the bright door gives people a comfortable sense of security, but also creates a terrifying sense of depression.
Wayne was a skilled and brave man, and was not afraid at all. Before he reached the door, he heard the sound of quarreling inside.
"Raymond, the Templar's development momentum is too strange. Why do you want to stop me from investigating? If they are servants of the devil?"
"Harrington, this is a place covered by the Father's glory, not a place full of demons, the Holy Templar Church is willing to attach itself to us, and has been recognized by the Archbishop. Your insistence will only ruin the Archbishop's plan."
Inside the church, the two bishops were arguing, and the clergy were divided into two groups. Raymond had more people and more power, while Harrington lacked help and was soon suppressed by the loud voices.
"Raymond, you're going to regret this!"
"I am the bishop, after all."
Bang!
Harrington slammed the door and left. Raymond waved to the people around him, asking them to follow and not to let the people around them mess around.
After dealing with these, Raymond saw the newlyweds walking into the church. He was slightly surprised and stepped forward and said, "You two, the clergy are all preparing to rest. If you come to confess, please come back tomorrow."
"No, we are from the Papal States. The Pope has ordered that you cooperate with the investigation." Wayne raised his hand and presented a tiger skin.
Raymond was stunned at first, then shook his head repeatedly, warning Wayne not to talk nonsense in the church, otherwise he would have a place on the train to hell.
Wayne smiled and patted his butt.
Mona took a step forward, and her eyes suddenly turned golden.
"Any questions?"
“Ah, this…”
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