Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1044 - 372: The Divine Oracle High Priest Huo Bing, The Pope Dies Suddenly, How Pleasing

Chapter 1044: Chapter 372: The Divine Oracle High Priest Huo Bing, The Pope Dies Suddenly, How Pleasing

Wayne appeared to be considering the trio, pausing slightly before his eyes lit up, "How about this—split the responsibility and risk evenly, divide the benefits into three equal parts? No one loses out, and no one takes advantage of anyone else. What do you say?"

No way.

Mandrill’s face showed a human-like sorrow. He was here to curry favor, not to take on responsibility. How had he, who merely added fuel to the fire, suddenly become the lead brother when it was time to close the net?

Let’s discuss this again, discuss this again!

Dusa rolled her eyes beautifully. She was penniless and possessed nothing—did she even qualify to be the lead sister?

She didn’t even qualify to take the fall!

No one spoke, and Saina glanced at Wayne again, suggesting there was no need to complicate matters, she didn’t mind taking the blame.

"This isn’t about taking the blame, nor is it about responsibility. You’re taking the biggest risk but sharing the benefits equally. That’s not reasonable."

In a telepathic transmission, Wayne added, "Besides, you’re aiming to become His Holiness. If the process isn’t clear, people will definitely bring it up in the future involving power; everything must be done legitimately."

Having masqueraded as a prince for several months, Wayne knew all too well the ins and outs of this place.

Tubie and Dusa would definitely agree, especially Dusa, as the person in the arena most craving power. As Holy Maiden, the Divine Decrees she conveyed were the most important; she had to be at the forefront.

Otherwise, even if it happened, Dusa would be no different from the previous Holy Maidens.

Wayne believed Dusa understood this principle clearly; her silence was nothing more than stalling or possibly driving up the price.

The boat fell into a prolonged silence. Wayne picked up his juice and took a sip, his mind sensing some activity on the river as four or five tourist boats of the same size approached from all directions.

Wayne’s expression darkened, "Someone’s approaching. Are they from the Pope?"

Upon hearing this, Dusa tightened up. It didn’t matter if Saina, Tubie, or Wayne were captured, given their status, no one would dare to meddle. But she was different—once confrontation occurred, her good days would be behind her.

"It’s probably not the Pope. He’s quite detached from desires for power lately, but... tonight’s gathering is also aimed at him."

Saina frowned slightly, glancing towards the Holy Maiden siblings, given their capacity, they were more likely to be followed.

"This presence, the other party is showing goodwill, there are no ill intentions..."

Mandrill looked humanly surprised, "It’s Weiwen, he’s been gone for quite a while, why has he appeared suddenly?"

What’s he doing here?

The four of them mulled over, guessing a possibility, their expressions turning peculiar.

"Think of it on the bright side, maybe it’s the lead brother who has come!"

Wayne stood up, folded his chair, and positioned himself behind Saina, pushing the half-drunk juice towards her.

By the time Wayne stood firm, his face was contorted and he had adopted a new appearance.

Everyone there was astute, even the youngest Dusa filled with schemes guessed what Wayne might be thinking.

They exchanged looks and silently waited for Weiwen’s appearance.

A breeze passed, and the Divine Oracle High Priest Weiwen of the Naturalism Church arrived on the upper deck.

He stood with one hand behind him, a cold smile playing on his lips as he narrowly inspected the three individuals, "Great Prophet, Holy Maiden, High Priestess Saina, quite the grand scene. I don’t recall a high-level meeting tonight, or is this—"

"A private gathering?"

Weiwen’s smile was quite smug. He had followed the Holy Maiden siblings here, sensing something was up tonight and brought a large group of people to witness.

Seeing that the three remained silent, Weiwen spoke, "What are such important figures discussing here? If you don’t mind, I’d like to hear it too, maybe even report back to His Holiness the Pope and give him something to rejoice about."

Dusa bowed her head, knowing she had no place to speak.

Saina chuckled softly, "Weiwen, since when did you become the Pope’s lackey? Congratulations, there’s hope for you as the next Pope, and we will all have to please you in the future."

"Humph!"

Weiwen responded with a cold laugh, "Saina, I thought you’d quieted down recently, giving up on the Pope’s position. But here you’ve set up a table and even roped in the Great Prophet and Holy Maiden. That’s so like you, always scheming ahead."

"You’re overthinking it. The Holy Maiden is unclear about her own position. The Great Prophet and I are merely helping her clarify any questions to avoid offending you, High Priest Weiwen," Saina said, neither warmly nor disdainfully.

Nice speech, yet look at yourself, dressed as if you were trying to seduce men!

Weiwen inwardly sneered, feeling a pang. He knew Saina always dressed conservatively, and suddenly changing styles, was she really trying to seduce men?

His gaze became fixed, overlooking Mandrill, who was gender-neutral, and the only man in the scene was him, the Holy Maiden’s guardian brother, and a pretty boy standing behind Saina.

It definitely wasn’t him, the Holy Maiden’s guardian brother, good-looking but feeble—Saina must be mad to condescend... leaving only the last pretty boy...

Weiwen eyed Wayne up and down, an unfamiliar face he had never seen at the Church headquarters, nor had he heard of this man around Saina.

His thoughts flitted briefly, sensing a subtle magic power, somewhat difficult to fully grasp.

"Saina, won’t you introduce me to your companion?"

"There’s not much to introduce, he’s my newly recruited secretary," Saina lifted the juice in front of her, finding where Wayne had sipped and took a light sip.

"Secretary, you make my imagination run wild!"

Weiwen felt there was something off about the pretty boy, and he glanced at Odilia, encountering a light eureka moment, narrowing his eyes, "This secretary... I seem to have seen somewhere."

What Weiwen meant by having seen her before, had nothing to do with the night they were attacked by a succubus, Odilia and Regina in their humanoid states wearing white froth masks effectively blocked any mental probes, and once transformed into succubi, the filters escalated, both their appearance and temperament underwent significant changes.