Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1338 - 446: Papal State, Pope_2

Chapter 1338: Chapter 446: Papal State, Pope_2

Outside the city limits of Romulus, in the dense forest five hundred meters from the road, the Shadowmare was stuck in the ground, emitting wisps of deathly aura.

At this moment, the Shadowmare completely belonged to Wayne. Rone would have to nod for him to use it. What kind of master, what kind of divine artifact; in the past, it was shrouded in a gray haze, now its gray tentacles danced erratically.

A dark dimensional portal opened, and a hand emerged out of thin air, gripping the hilt of the Shadowmare.

Moments later, two figures appeared.

Wayne closed his eyes, sensed for a moment, and then tossed the Shadowmare into The Void with a wave of his hand: "We’re here; you go find the outpost of the Death Church and kick their place over while you’re at it."

Sukra exclaimed repeatedly, taking only a few steps to reach Romulus. The knight’s strength once again refreshed her perception.

Why even hesitate? Just get started!

Wayne had never been to the Papal State before; to get here, he relied on Frank as a transit point. When going back, he wouldn’t need it; the Shadowmare could open the door directly home.

Sukra nodded repeatedly, asking: "Since it’s so convenient, does this mean I can work during the day and go back to Lundan to sleep on the couch at night?"

Why always the couch?

Wayne speechlessly said: "Look at you, isn’t sleeping in a bed more comfortable than on a couch?"

"No, you don’t understand what the couch means to me at all."

Sukra couldn’t agree with Wayne’s reasoning; the significance of the couch far surpassed that of a bed. In the world of lounging, the couch holds an unparalleled sacred status.

"Why so?"

"The couch is in the living room."

"Then just move it into the bedroom."

"The point is the living room, kitchen, garden, whatever, it just can’t be the bedroom."

"..."

Wayne couldn’t understand and didn’t bother to learn such profound postures. He gave Sukra a slap on the shoulder, mentally forged her new attire, a nun’s long white robe.

Casually, he pinched out a crucifix pendant, and her eyepatch was also changed to a Holy See style with a white base and golden patterns.

Sukra raised her sleeve to take a look, finding the look quite nice. Then looking at Wayne, he too had donned the Heavenly Father’s Court’s clergy long white robe.

"After all, this is the Heavenly Father’s Court’s territory. Killing and setting fires on their ground, we still need to give them some face." Wayne explained briefly, urging Sukra to move quickly, finish off the Death Church sooner, so she could go home and lie on the couch sooner.

When you mention the couch, my work enthusiasm just kicks in.

Full of vigor, Sukra walked out of the small forest with Wayne, heading towards the city along the road, looking around for hiding spots of the Death Church members.

Walking and walking, they arrived at a café.

"Tired, let’s go in and take a break!"

Thump!

Wayne knocked lightly on Sukra’s head, reminding of the ease from luxury to frugality, and the difficulty from frugality to luxury. Having enjoyed the carefree perks of lounging, the Death Holy Maiden couldn’t go back.

"It won’t work if you hit me..."

Sukra weakly said: "The Death Church has split into smaller groups, scattering across the God-chosen Continent, with small forces being active. The powerful bases are all hidden in deep mountains and dense forests. Moreover, here, in the Papal State, almost all mages wear white robes. Where am I supposed to find grey and gloomy death symbols?"

"That makes sense, but I’m not listening. So what about the Papal State; this is a puzzle for you and the Death Church to solve." Wayne said ruthlessly, yet still led Sukra into the café.

Sukra collapsed into a chair within a second, letting out a comfortable hum.

She ordered a cup of coffee, saying to Wayne: "I’m very serious. Searching for traces of the Death Church in the Papal State is almost impossible. Even if I find them, the Death Church won’t dare to send strong people to hunt me down."

"Wrong, you should use reverse thinking to look at the problem now."

"You mean... the most dangerous place is the safest place, and the Death Church’s headquarters are hidden in the Papal State?"

"No, that’s too dumb."

Wayne rolled his eyes and replied: "After the Death Church reformed, Rone was controlled by the Devil Alliance. You’ve been guerrilla fighting all over the God-chosen Continent. For you, the Papal State, which extremely rejects heretics, is the safest place."

Sukra roughly understood what Wayne meant. If it weren’t for the Papal State being too far from Windsor, and she still needed to protect the up-and-coming rookie knight Wayne, and search for a way to save Rone, the Papal State indeed would be the best hiding spot from the Death Church.

After thinking for three to five seconds and her brain complained of being too tired, she decisively sought Wayne’s help: "Oh mighty Death Knight, you’re so smart, could you tell this humble maiden what to do?"

"Sukra, the first time we met, you weren’t like this. You were strong, brave, independent, with an incomparable willpower and perseverance, and I admired you a lot." Wayne couldn’t hold back, intensely complaining.

"Thirty years have passed by the Themes River, now it’s time for me to admire you!" Sukra felt no shame, as she was following Wayne and Rone, she only needed to handle the mood business.

As long as the mood business has a voice, it doesn’t matter if one is lying down or standing up.

Wayne shook his head, no longer insisting on bending Sukra straight, thinking from another angle: anyone who has worked hard for half a lifetime should be entitled to enjoy a little!

He devised a plan: "Actively seeking out the Death Church is too difficult. You can make them come to you; the method is simple. Proclaim the orthodox Death belief in the Papal State, and in three to five days, the main force of the Death Church should come knocking."

"In three to five days, I’ll be on the grill."

Sukra pointed to the eyepatch she wore, mentioning she heard the clergy now had changed tastes, no longer liking little boys but traditional women. This look of hers, very much like a witch, looked like nothing more than the rhythm of being locked in a basement.