Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1172 - 404: Such a Terrifying - Title_4

Chapter 1172: Chapter 404: Such a Terrifying Chapter Title_4

The Black Principle Cult is like a spring, the more it is suppressed, the more astonishing its rebound becomes. To this day, it has emerged as a number one malignant tumor in the eyes of several churches.

"The influence of The Black Principle Cult has spread from Paris all over Frank, and though the overall situation is still under the control of the Magic Department, a large number of Mages have been dispatched to various places to round up The Black Principle Cult, leaving the defenses of Paris not sufficiently manned..."

"It is not yet clear where the headquarters of The Black Principle Cult are, how its leadership hierarchy is structured, or how strong its high-ranking members might be..."

"The task at the Holy Mother Cathedral tonight should have been handled internally by the Heavenly Father’s Court, but due to a lack of personnel, they asked for our Naturalism Church’s help, so..."

The fruit was finished, and so was Isabella’s explanation.

Before Wayne could snap his fingers, the hall manager had another fruit platter sent over; never mind how expensive it is for the Heavenly Father, just consider whether the service is thorough or not.

"What about the Headless Knight, any recent news about him?"

"The Headless Knight?"

"A slip of the tongue, I meant the Death Knight."

"The Death Knight has not shown up for a long time."

Isabella lowered her voice: "According to reliable information, the Death Knight has gone to Lundan, forsaking the Underworld Great Tomb in Paris. You’re from Lundan, you should have heard something."

Wayne nodded, speaking candidly: "I’ve heard, but I’ve never met the person."

Wayne asked a few more questions, and Isabella responded to each one.

Hearing her recount, Wayne had some guesses in his mind; he could first ascertain that the so-called Black Principle Cult was indeed the handiwork of the Devil Alliance.

Devils preaching in the Mortal World is definitely not to spread truth, kindness, and beauty, no matter how the approach is varied, their ultimate goal can only be the Hell Gate.

"Boss, this Black Principle Cult..."

Mona turned her head; she smelled the scent of the Devil on The Black Principle Cult.

"No rush, let’s take it step by step."

Wayne turned to Isabella: "Don’t go back tonight, come back to the hotel with me."

"Okay."

Isabella nodded without question or hesitation.

Wayne did not see a face flustered with panic or a change in expression after struggling and then giving up, which puzzled him a bit: "Seriously, you trust me just like that?"

"Otherwise?"

Right.

Being trusted felt great, Wayne said satisfiedly: "Don’t worry, you won’t work for nothing, meals are on me."

Isabella showed a smile, as long as food and lodging were covered, she had no problems at all.

Wayne felt an inexplicable pity seeing this; the Naturalism Church was after all a big church, but to see how they’ve starved someone, a Frankish powerhouse weighing over three hundred pounds, who was starved into long legs and a toned waist, even he couldn’t bear to look.

Wayne patted Isabella’s shoulder: "With the camaraderie between us, if I get promoted, I obviously can’t treat you unfairly. Tomorrow, take me to see the High Priest and get you a special meal allowance; from now on, eat your fill, the Church will reimburse you."

In an instant, Isabella’s look towards Wayne changed.

As if a lecher saw an alluring beauty, or a martial fanatic received an exceptional secret manual, in layman’s terms, it was like a foodie finding a long-term meal ticket.

Mona shook her head speechlessly; it was obvious that Wayne had no particular intentions toward Miss Isabella, his actions were simply habitual, subconsciously attempting to charm her.

No biggie, she can make Isabella come to her senses tonight. Wayne has no such intentions, so don’t go conquering yourself.

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The next day.

After a sleepless night, Isabella sat on the couch in a daze, her forehead’s dark green hair cascading down, making her eyes seem greener than green.

The essay is written, heavy physical work, so...

Very hungry.

Last night, Isabella listened to a symphony, with Secretary Mona as the lead singer. The secretary who was demure by day transformed at night; listening to her singing, she’s a seasoned artist.

Only, why does her scolding not sound like an act?

Isabella doesn’t get it. She remembered setting up a Soundproof Barrier when she closed the door, so how come the barrier failed halfway through the concert?

The more she thought about it, the scarier it seemed, suspecting Wayne had a hand in this, using a long-term meal ticket as bait, luring her to volunteer for the choir and join the concert.

Who does he think he is? She’s not someone who’d abandon her pride and dignity just for food.

While thinking this, her stomach growled with hunger, and her eyes grew even greener.

Pride and dignity can take a back seat for now.

Without even basic desires being met, striving for higher realms is nonsense—be practical, you need to be full to have the energy to reclaim your pride and dignity!

Isabella thought it made sense. Wayne, ever so young and wealthy, high in stature with a Magic talent, and also the old leader’s student. They’re practically family, knowing each other inside out; he’s a good choice.

In the bedroom, Mona was helping Wayne get dressed, thinking that a little trick here was all it took. If Isabella had any sense of shame, she would keep her distance from Wayne.

What she didn’t realize was that, thanks to her helping hand, Isabella had already started to conquer herself outside.

"Boss, do you suspect something is wrong with the Naturalism Church?"

"Drop the suspicions; there is definitely something wrong."

As Wayne put on his suit and watch, he said, "Firstly, I am quite certain that Frank’s Heavenly Father’s Court has fallen, and the clergy are either leaning towards the Devil or have been controlled by it."

"The Life Alliance is too cozy with the Heavenly Father’s Court, and the Naturalism Church even sends their own Tactical Squad to help the Holy Father’s Court with tasks..."

"Tsk, tsk, what the Heavenly Father couldn’t accomplish, the Devil managed to do."

Wayne sighed and continued, "The Naturalism Church has big problems, not just the High Priest; the four Priests can’t escape either. I’ll go and fish for some intelligence from the High Priest, figure out the headquarters of The Black Principle Cult, and eradicate this scourge before the Devil suddenly orchestrates a sacrifice and harms innocents."

If you like what you’re hearing, have some more.x2

Mona’s face showed admiration. Every time Wayne talked about the Devil, his ruthless tone and the disdain in his voice fascinated her.

She couldn’t resist and wrapped her arms around Wayne, kissing him.

"Stop fooling around, I’ve got serious matters to attend to today."

Wayne rolled his eyes. Mona was too influenced by Hexuno; he had never imagined the Devil could become a part of their three-person play.

"Boss, I think you are the Saint Heir. In your presence, the Devil’s schemes have never succeeded..."

Mona nodded with conviction, whether Hexuno believed it or not, she had no doubt about it.