Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1111 - 389: 20-year-old Programmer, Still Quite Robust_2

Chapter 1111: Chapter 389: 20-year-old Programmer, Still Quite Robust_2

Under the big tree, Heya nodded at the words. Although Wayne was very annoying and everything about him was displeasing, his attitude towards devils was beyond doubt; he was an outstanding and qualified Reincarnated Angel.

Dierda was overjoyed: "That’s great, with you joining us, this trip will definitely..."

"Stop right there. I’m planning to go home and get married after this fight, so you’d better not jinx me." Wayne cut her off directly, not giving Dierda a chance to set a flag.

He continued: "About the investigation, do you have any plans, or has the Papal State placed any spies in Prussia?"

"Spies from the Heavenly Father’s Court are all over the God-chosen Continent, including in Prussia. The Papal State has provided several important clues; we just need to go and verify them," Dierda said, feigning nonchalance.

"If it were that simple, the underlings would have already sorted it out; there would be no need for Reincarnated Angels to personally get involved. Deploying top-end powers means we’re definitely in for a tough battle."

"Just to be cautious."

"You don’t mean that."

Wayne rubbed his temples, mentally preparing for a tough battle, and then said: "When do we leave? I still have some matters to attend to; if you don’t mind, would you please wait a few days?"

"That’s no question..."

Dierda was about to agree wholeheartedly but turned to look at Heya: "The Walking Lust, what do you think?"

With The Walking Lust not saying a word, they took it as her agreement.

"Wait a moment!"

Just as Wayne was leaving with his two secretaries, Heya suddenly spoke up, frowned, and approached Wayne: "There’s something I’m curious about, Devil, could you open your mouth and let me see your tongue?"

Wayne:

"Jerk, what’s with that face!"

"That’s what I should be asking. The tongue is a private part, not something to be shown carelessly to others."

"Don’t give me that crap. I want to study your Stigmata, to see who you really were in Heaven."

"Another day, definitely another day."

Wayne waved his hand and walked away with his two secretaries, completely denying Heya a chance to discover the truth.

His Stigmata came from Hexuno, the Archangel himself had stamped it. As long as he insisted that his name was Hexuno in Heaven, others had to believe it even if they didn’t.

This was a symbol of status!

And because his status was too high, it attracted envy from devils like a magnet; Wayne didn’t want to expose his identity and bring discomfort upon himself.

Showing off also had its cost-effectiveness; this was not worth showing off.

Watching Wayne’s departing figure, Heya muttered a curse.

Dierda frowned and said: "Heya, is his identity in Heaven that important to you? You seem to care a lot."

"Oh, so now you’re not calling me The Walking Lust?"

"Err, just now because Wayne was there, and we needed his help to join the investigation team, we went along with his terminology. Actually, I truly respect you," Dierda said earnestly.

Heya shook her head slightly, unconcerned whether Dierda was being sincere or not.

The same phrase ’The Walking Lust’, depending on who says it, sounds completely different to Heya.

Delving into the reason, Wayne was the one who invented this nickname.

She took a deep breath: "I’ll tell you, but don’t let it get back to the Papal State; I might have guessed who he is."

"Who is it?"

"Can’t say."

...

The two gossipy fellows were mumbling in their hearts, wanting to bring Wayne back to have another spat with Heya.

...

Elsewhere, Wayne was strolling through the streets with his two secretaries.

Seeing that Wayne wasn’t heading towards the direction of Naturalism Church Headquarters, Odilia reminded him: "Boss, you’re going the wrong way."

"No mistake, this is the route. There’s a luxury store ahead; I’ve done my research."

"Are you buying gifts for the Holy Maiden and the Pope?"

There was a hint of bitterness in Odilia’s voice, Wayne’s adoration for the two beautiful women was evident, and she could have been in their place if not for the contract with the Resentful Spirit that unbalanced their relationship, relegating her to the sidelines with envy.

"No, the gift is for you," said Wayne.

"Ah?"

Odilia was slightly stunned, then instinctively said: "What about the Holy Maiden and the Pope, aren’t you going to buy something for them as well?"

"Odilia, before me, you didn’t have any other boyfriends, why do you act like you’ve been played by a jerk? You’re too skilled at this," Wayne teased.

"Because my boyfriend is a high-tier jerk. One of him is worth ten others. By that count, I’ve already been played with emotionally by ten jerks," Odilia retorted.

As expected, the few days Wayne had requested would be spent on Anastasia and Saina in terms of time and money.

"You make a compelling point, I can’t even argue with that..."

Wayne touched his head and said: "Think whatever you want. Anyway, when we go to Berlin, you and Regina are coming with me. Anna and Saina can’t be with me all day long."

Saying this, Wayne couldn’t help adding: "Sometimes you think too much. Seriously speaking about our hierarchy, they have even less autonomy than you. You should learn from Saina. She never worries about such things; she’s happy as long as she is happy."

Odilia nodded: "Perhaps..."

With their different personalities, they handled matters differently; Odilia was not Saina, the artistic girl had some literary youth issues, unlike Saina who targeted her goals and strove hard.

"Boss, do I get a gift too?" asked Regina curiously, she wanted a new handbag.

"Today is Odilia’s special day; I’ll buy yours when we are back in Lundan."

"Playing favorites."

Regina’s face was full of disappointment. She attempted to cheer Odilia up by embarrassing herself. As Wayne’s secretaries, Odilia had a much higher status in Wayne’s heart than she did.

It backfired; she would have been fine if she hadn’t spoken, but as soon as she did, Odilia was wide awake.