Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 119 - 86 The Death Knight is Just a Hammer!

Chapter 119: Chapter 86 The Death Knight is Just a Hammer!

"I love Dawn!"

"I love Dawn———"

From nowhere, a team of thirty to fifty people appeared, carrying homemade signs along the streets, recounting the outstanding achievements of the Dawn Detective Agency and the law firm.

The Detective Agency had not been established long but had already struck long-term cooperation with several newspapers, dedicating a section to publish plain, unadorned evidence and bravely exposing the darkness and injustice of society.

It targeted a wide range, from lower-level street gangs, to middle-tier tax-evading bureaucrats, to upper-class politicians and officials—wherever there was a commission, there were incontrovertible investigative results.

Normally, such a meddlesome Detective Agency and law firm wouldn’t last long, having to face closure for this and that reason just a few days after opening.

But Dawn Detective Agency had stubbornly rooted itself and ignited a huge discussion in Lundan.

Several Churches remained silent, unwilling to confront the Death Knight; official threats and intimidation were all blocked by Ah Bo and the scapegoat Officer Green. Anyone who dared to interfere with Ah Bo’s justice would have his dark secrets exposed by him.

Those who had the status avoided suspicion, not wishing to be bitten by the dog, while those who were not entitled dared not provoke, fearing being bitten to death, which made this shit-stirrer clatter around unchallenged.

This rapidly rising gale swept through the streets and alleys, accumulating a large number of supporters among the grass-roots people, particularly the pitiable ones with nowhere to turn for help—a single act of desperate free assistance in exchange for their fervent tears and utter devotion.

When these people got serious, they were far tougher than the life-fearing believers of the Goddess of Death.

Like the parade squad that Wayne saw, it was spontaneously organized by those who had been helped. They had jobs and were very busy, but in order to express their gratitude, they came to help with the promotion every day.

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Inside the car, two faces silently watched the parade squad depart into the distance.

Veronica held her breath, focusing intently; she guessed that among the crowd were believers of the Goddess of Death, who had recently expanded rapidly, enlisting a large number of ignorant people.

Wayne wiped a drop of cold sweat from his forehead; as far as he knew, in this age of chaotic beliefs, there existed an extremely firm guiding ideology.

Especially in Windsor, this guiding ideology was very popular among the nobility, to the point of being pervasive.

It’s indecent to speak of it, just think of a sickle and a hammer put together.

Wayne was thinking further ahead than Veronica. Just now, his vision blurred, and the believers of the Goddess of Death tore off their black robes, crying out for everyone to unite.

"Maybe I’m overthinking it, but... it’s probably only a matter of time..."

"If the affluent West District is like this, then the South District and East District, where the working class is concentrated, must be soaring to the heavens!"

Damn, the Queen won’t be overthrown and reduced to a servant, scrambling to work for a living, right?

Wayne shuddered, and a hallucination appeared before him again; this time, those in black robes were not believers but the Goddess of Death herself, wielding a great scythe, the harvester.

As for the hammer...

The Death Knight is a hammer!

"What are you swaying for?"

Veronica looked at Wayne disapprovingly, shaking and not keeping still, making even the car wobble.

"Nothing, let’s go to the Detective Agency to have a look, uh, I mean the Wayne Detective Agency."

"What else? You want to join the commotion with the Death believers?"

Veronica snorted, as Wayne was a believer of the Nature Goddess; if he dared to show his face there, he would surely be met with a mob and beaten.

Wayne hummed in agreement, indicating that the lady was right about everything as they entered the Wayne Detective Agency, which was still under renovation.

The renovation project was contracted by the Lando Family’s renovation company, emphasizing speed, quality, and cost-effectiveness, enhancing the premises with finesse—ready to open for business soon.

The Detective Agency spanned three floors, with the lobby and reception center on the first floor.

The second floor housed the guest room, offices, and administrative meeting rooms; the third floor contained the boss’s and assistant’s offices, plus a warehouse and a separate room for potted plants.

Office supplies were already in place on the second and third floors. The final touches were being added to the first floor, so once Wayne moved his Detective Agency in, it would be ready for business at any moment.

Wayne stood by the window and looked helplessly across the street: "If I’m not mistaken, this street must belong to your family, right?"

"Mhm."

I knew it!

"Then here comes the question, why would you choose to locate the Detective Agency right opposite the Death Church headquarters?" Wayne was puzzled: "Assistant Wei, have you been secretly making connections with the Death Church behind my back?"

Veronica rolled her eyes. She, too, was puzzled by this. It was already outrageous enough that the Death believers were openly active, but even more absurd was that they managed to take over a store on the Lando Family’s Commercial Street.

Where did the money come from, who sponsored them, and please don’t say it was Mister Lando. Otherwise, mother would definitely have him kneel down.

Veronica frowned, full of doubts. Initially, she was unaware of what Dawn Detective Agency was about, considering it just another competitor.

No big deal, she wasn’t afraid of competition, anyway, not expecting Wayne to manage to break even with the Detective Agency.

Later, she learned from Veera that the opposite was a Death believer stronghold, which led her to question her life choices.

Why?

Wayne probably knew some reasons, continuing to tease Veronica, who looked so cute with her frowning and wracking her brain, obviously not very clever.

Pretty, rich, and yet dumb, simply perfect.

After a while, unable to think of a reasonable explanation for Wayne, Veronica began the great art of shifting attention, reminding Wayne that upon the Detective Agency’s opening, he needed to register with the White Glove Association and pay a membership fee.