Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1180 - 406 I Want It All_4

Chapter 1180: Chapter 406 I Want It All_4

Sang Lan sneered inwardly, cursing silently as a "dog couple", particularly targeting Wayne.

On one hand, his relationship with the Pope was ambiguous, and on the other, he called his lover to higher positions under the guise of authority—undoubtedly, he is an Insectoid too.

"Additionally, arrange for her a meal subsidy..."

As Wayne explained the meal subsidy, Sang Lan frowned deeply, thinking there are plenty of ways to embezzle money; a meal subsidy isn’t worth much, and mentioning it diminishes the status of the Divine Oracle High Priest.

"Divine Oracle High Priest, are you sure you want a meal subsidy, not some other kind of assistance?"

"What, too expensive?"

"No, if you insist, I have no objections. It can be handled through the Church’s expense ledger," Sang Lan nodded.

At the same time, Wayne shook his head, realizing Isabella was insignificant; the higher-ups had no idea about her appetite.

Just as expected, Isabella had just raided the cafeteria and managed to take a steak back, thanks to her long-standing meal-ticket status.

Meal after meal, full every time...

Oh, she wasn’t full this time.

With the situation in Frank becoming increasingly chaotic, Wayne wouldn’t leave Isabella in Frank; he plans to take her back to Lundan on departure.

To facilitate mobility and promotion, he first appoints Isabella as the head of the Scalpel Organization, covers his tracks with a few golden missions, and then everything would smoothly follow, preventing criticisms of abuse of power.

The meal subsidy meant the same; Isabella had a meal subsidy in Frank and should have one in Lundan too, for the sake of the centuries-old friendship between the two nations, and it must not be overshadowed.

The real masters are in Lundan, while Paris is just a bunch of beggars!

The office door opened again, a vibrant, youthful girl in white entered and said to Sang Lan, "I’ve arranged the appointment, we meet in one hour. The two High Priests didn’t say anything, but by their expressions, they’re quite displeased with your sudden change of plans."

"I understand, there’s corn in the back, help yourself," Sang Lan responded.

"Yay!"

The young girl transformed into a dove with a bang and fluttered back into the inner room.

The meeting didn’t last longer than afternoon tea, which Wayne found very satisfactory. He stood up and followed Sang Lan out of the office.

Just two steps later, he held back and peeked into the inner room towards Isabella: "Stop looking, that’s a carrier pigeon, not a roast pigeon."

"No, I was looking at the corn," Isabella kept turning her head back thrice in one step.

"..."

A twitch in Wayne’s eyelid, regretting taking her as a lackey, which was severely embarrassing. It’s shameful to walk around with such a leash.

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The meeting between Sang Lan, the Sun, and two High Priests of the Moonlight Church was set at the Magical Department Headquarters in Paris.

This is an official institution established by the Frank government from the Royal Family’s legacy organizations. Like the Magic Department in Lundan, it serves the nation and is Frank’s strongest force in the Magic Realm.

Unfortunately, after the great revolution and without Royal blood to suppress, the Church’s influence began to seep into the Magic Department.

As of today, the Magic Department has no ties with the Frank officialdom anymore and has become a tool under the domination of the Life Alliance and the Heavenly Father’s Court over the Frank Magic Realm.

Oh, not entirely without ties; the Frank officials still provide salaries, using tax money to support a bunch of nobles.

It’s like paying protection money in disguise!

Good thing, separation of church and state.

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The headquarters of the Magical Department occupies an immense area, more lavish than Lundan’s Magic Department because it isn’t using its own money. Four churches jointly extract large funds for continuous repairs and patchwork; it’s still incomplete.

Ongoing construction.

A bag of cement costs a fortune; to renovate an old yard, next year’s navy budget would be spent.

Wayne doesn’t want to talk more about the Insectoids and told the driver to stop the car, then said to Isabella, "You have half an hour to eat, food here is free, and if anyone asks you to pay, mention the High Priest’s name."

Isabella nodded repeatedly, firmly and comfortably holding onto Wayne’s long, hard thigh.

If she had known it would be like this, she wouldn’t have returned to Paris two years ago.

Starving for two years, such suffering.

She’ll make up for it in the future.

After Isabella left, the black car continued its journey, weaving through tree-lined pathways suitable for marching.

Wayne sat in the back seat of the black car, looked towards Sang Lan sitting beside him, placed his hand on her leg and softly said, "You’ve been grabbing quite a bit over the years, haven’t you?"

Sang Lan jumped in shock, moving slightly to the side: "You must be joking, this is a task arranged by the Church headquarters, and I don’t earn a penny from it. Even if there’s some gravy, I use it to smooth relationships; apart from the salary I rightfully deserve as a High Priest, I have nothing."

Implicitly saying, all the money went to Saina; she’s the dirty hands who does the tough and dirty work.

"No matter what you say, since I have seen it, I must have my share," Wayne said, standing on principle.

Having come all this way, not picking something up along would be regrettable, rounding off, it’s a loss.

A loss!

That would spell his death!

Sang Lan cursed the Insectoid in her mind, wanting to say more, but seeing Wayne raise his hand to touch her leg again, she capitulated: "How much do you want, fifty percent, no, how about seventy percent?"

"Why only seventy percent? You really think I’m some stinking outsider coming to Paris to beg?"

Wayne’s continuous cold laughter, failing to touch Sang Lan’s leg, he clenched his fist in front of her, mercilessly saying, "All the money you’ve gathered over the years, I want it all."

Then you might as well kill me!

"Otherwise, I’ll kill you!"

"..."

Seeing Sang Lan too angry to speak, Wayne scoffed again, still dissatisfied while considering other ways to deal with her.

A bold Insectoid, even daring to use the Devil; since you like it so much, let me show you the Devil’s methods.

As for his own people...

Wayne ignored it; there’s a saying, my vassal’s minion is not my vassal; Sang Lan is Saina’s younger sister, what does that have to do with him?

The money that should be his, not a single cent less!