Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1115 - 390: Sewer, Wax Paper, Screw, Craftsman_3

Chapter 1115: Chapter 390: Sewer, Wax Paper, Screw, Craftsman_3

As the voice faded, from afar one could see military sedans arriving under the dim sky, parking right in front of the hotel’s entrance as if on cue.

The car doors swung open, and the soldiers, armed and dressed in Party Guard Corps uniforms, rushed into the hotel’s main entrance under the lead of their commanding officer.

"Could they be here for me?"

Wayne had a curious look on his face, wondering, "I remember the Prussian intelligence system being utterly rubbish. Has that setting been changed?"

He didn’t think he had exposed himself, but just in case, he decided to put on a performance.

"Room inspection, you two, take off your clothes, get under the covers." Wayne gestured grandly.

Two minutes later, with clothes scattered all over the floor, Wayne lay in bed embraced by two secretaries on each side, their hair disheveled, resembling tired horses overworked by an unscrupulous boss the night before.

Bang bang bang!

The door was knocked rapidly, and the soldiers shouted loudly, demanding that the people inside open up quickly for a temporary inspection.

In the corridor, several guests were awakened by the harsh knocking, angrily ready to scold, questioning what there was to be noisy about before dawn when people had to go to work!

Seeing the familiar Party Guard Corps uniforms, they dejectedly closed their doors, pretending as if nothing had happened.

It’s a Party Guard Corps matter, bystanders clear out!

These days, no, at any time, the awe the Party Guard Corps uniform brought was immense.

"Here they come, disturbing the peace early in the morning, when did the country become like this..."

Wayne opened the door, sleepy-eyed, but upon seeing the cold faces outside, he immediately woke up: "Greetings, officer, how may I assist you?"

"Temporary inspection, where is your ID, and what are you doing in Berlin?" The leading officer had a face like frost, as if he had never learned to smile.

"To look for relatives, to check the business environment..." Wayne recited the prepared lines.

The officer took the documents, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, compared Wayne’s face, and said coldly: "On the guest registration form, there are also two ladies inside?"

"Yes."

The officer, along with two subordinates, entered the room, and seeing the messy bedroom and two female secretaries who had just dressed but still had disheveled hair, they all fell silent.

A man embraced by women on both sides attracts envy and hatred from the same sex, regardless of where he is.

Depending on the situation, Lundan was an exception.

After checking the IDs of Odilia and Regina, and asking a few questions to confirm everything was correct, the officer took his team to knock on other guests’ doors, making a ruckus for a full hour until the sky was completely bright before leaving.

"Pack up, we can’t stay here anymore." Wayne stood by the window, watching the convoy drive away.

What seemed like a routine inspection, but started with his room first. If you call it a coincidence, he wouldn’t believe it personally.

From this viewpoint, to then inspect the other guests’ rooms, it seemed rather conspicuous as if announcing one’s hidden wealth.

The two secretaries didn’t speak, quickly packed their belongings, slipped into Wayne’s Shadow Cloak, and the door of the guest room blew open as the three of them vanished into thin air.

Five minutes later, several more officers arrived.

The man leading them had stiff facial features and a gloomy demeanor, awkward and uncoordinated, watching too long gave one the Uncanny Valley Effect.

He looked at the empty room, tightened the leather gloves in his hand, and ordered: "Retreat, continue the investigation."

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"Why did we get exposed? It shouldn’t be..."

Around the corner, Wayne aimlessly led the two secretaries, with all three faces newly disguised.

Hearing Wayne’s complaint, Odilia said: "Boss, could it be Dierda and Heya got exposed?"

"What does their exposure have to do with me? We’re not together, and we’re not using the same batch of documents. Besides, they wouldn’t blow my cover either."

Wayne didn’t understand: "If you say we used the same batch of documents, I’d believe, after all, this is Prussia, where Demon King-level operatives abound, and local Holy See clergy can’t be trusted. Our documents were compromised as soon as they were issued..."

Saying this, Wayne shook his head speechlessly, perhaps that was indeed the reason.

If he remembered correctly, before setting off, Dierda handed him a set of documents prepared with the help of the Papal State, and for the Papal State to arrange documents for Prussia could only be done via the local Holy See, which compromised them at this juncture.

One couldn’t say the Papal State was not cautious, rather they were too Prideful.

With things as they were, Wayne said nothing more, simply added: "Let’s go, to the church to find those two bastards. Today, if they don’t give me an explanation, such as compensating with a Heaven Holy Spear or something, this matter’s not over."

"Boss, they’ve been exposed. Is it right to go now?"

"We’ve been exposed too."

...

In a small church in Berlin.

Dierda and Heya, whose disguises had changed for the third time, had grave expressions. They exchanged looks for a moment before Dierda said: "We’ve been exposed, the local clergy here can’t be trusted, from now on we can only rely on ourselves."

They had arrived yesterday afternoon and followed the plan, keeping a low profile without alerting anyone.

Yet the church where they sought refuge was subjected to a surprise inspection. It was clear the inspection was aimed at them, forcing them to abandon their identities and adopt new faces.

"Is our previous plan still viable?"

"It could be, with adjustments, but we need new identities..."

Dierda furrowed his brows, pondering: "Switching strategies, since we’ve been exposed, let’s not hide anymore. Act overtly to draw attention, while Wayne investigates in the shadows. He’s been operating covertly; his current identity is still secure."

As she was speaking, Wayne followed the scent and walked in.

"Not very practical, I’ve been exposed too."

Wayne shrugged, appraising their new faces. If the original tall and handsome features scored a hundred like his, the newly disguised faces still managed an impressive eighty.

So much for being unattractive. What happened to being dedicated actors, can’t let go of being idols?