Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 187 - 112: Small Business, Aiming to Give Back to Society_2

Chapter 187: Chapter 112: Small Business, Aiming to Give Back to Society_2

Wayne guessed there might be a fourth, or even a fifth or sixth area in the warehouse, but he didn’t rush; instead, he began to peruse the Church’s treasured books in front of the bookshelves.

The books treasured in the cathedral could generally be divided into two categories: one was theology and faith, encompassing Heaven, Hell, and faith magic; the other was history, with well-known official histories as well as certain unofficial histories that could not be verified, making it impossible to discern true from false.

This was the foundation of Heavenly Father’s Court; many historians needed the assistance of the Court’s documentation to deduce what had happened at that time.

Wayne was very interested in this history and changed his request, saying, "I was careless just now, but I would like to add another request to borrow some ancient books for reading here. Don’t worry, I will return as much as I borrow. You can be my guarantor, and if there’s an issue, you can come directly to me."

If there really is a problem, where on earth would I find you!

Keith remained noncommittal, his attitude very ambiguous, hovering between yes and no, without giving a clear answer.

Wayne’s brow quirked, and he nodded, saying, "I understand the rules. I will help you catch the followers of the Thousand-Eyed Demon, so you won’t suffer any loss. If you don’t believe me, Your Grace, you can ask around in Lundan. I’m known for my integrity in business. You get what you pay for, and I’ve never received a negative review."

Wayne was confident in this regard; whether it was Hefei or Plank, all who had used his services spoke well of him.

Austin was an exception, with such poor quality that he left a malicious review without even using the service, which was not considered reliable.

Not to mention the Void Lord, an antagonist and moreover dead.

"Mister Wayne still runs a business?"

"Selling socks, a small-scale business. Doesn’t earn much, just for the sake of giving back to society."

Selling socks was indeed a small-scale business that wouldn’t make much money.

Keith did not pursue the topic further. He had received orders from above to unconditionally agree to all of Wayne’s conditions, and borrowing books was not such an unreasonable demand. He nodded and agreed.

He turned and continued to lead Wayne to the fourth area of the warehouse.

Why don’t you keep asking!

Wayne looked exasperated; Keith had not inquired about what kind of socks he sold, cutting off his opportunity to show off abruptly.

Not like Darcy, whose subordinates knew how smoothly to brown-nose their leader.

But indeed, he was an honest man!

Wayne silently made his assessment; faced with his high demands, Keith didn’t bargain or conceal the existence of the fourth area.

In this materialistic age, such honest people were really rare.

A rare opportunity, thus he should take more advantage today!

Wayne had no qualms; doing business was like this, sellers motivated by profit, honest people too embarrassed to haggle, rightfully paying a ’stupidity tax.’

Keith stopped in front of a white wall at the end of the warehouse; he removed the crucifix hanging from his neck, murmuring something under his breath.

A halo of white light expanded, illuminating a circular pentagram magic array on the wall. The pentagram combined with the Crucifix, very much in the style of Heavenly Father’s Court.

Keith placed the crucifix onto it; the symbol of the Crucifix on the magic array remained unchanged, while the pentagram rotated clockwise once, and a door slowly opened.

"This is the sealed treasury of Saint Dominic Cathedral, housing a large collection of the clergy’s articles of faith, as well as the heirlooms of nobles from various eras. Mister Wayne, you may select one item," Keith said, looking at the treasury with a trace of reluctance in his voice.

"Do you have any articles of faith from churches other than Heavenly Father’s Court?" Wayne asked.

"No."

Keith shook his head; they had all been sent to the headquarters.

Wayne didn’t dwell on it and continued, "Do you have any items related to the faith of the Evil Gods?"

"There are a few, this way please."

The fourth area of the warehouse had eight storage racks, with items related to the Evil Gods being set aside separately.

Wayne glanced over them quickly; most were just various opened bottles and jars, and even if there were intact Evil Instruments, all had varying degrees of damage.

In other words, junk.

He didn’t waste time and skipped the heirloom racks of the nobility to go to the one with articles of the Holy Light, as Keith began to introduce them, rattling off their histories like precious family jewels; each one had its own story.

"These several Bibles are the legacies of former Bishops, containing their devout faith. Each one is a treasure, effective against the faith in the Evil Gods of Hell. Mister Wayne might consider them," Keith enthusiastically promoted like a salesman.

Wayne raised his hand to touch it, indeed feeling a hint of sanctity, but The Book of Greed kept silent, indicating it was just an ordinary object of faith.

"This is a Holy Knight’s sword, a relic brought by the former bishop from the Papal State, very powerful," Keith said expressionlessly.

Wayne couldn’t stand seeing a Knight’s Sword without picking it up to play with it. The encounter was not very friendly, and The Book of Greed didn’t even bother to glance at it, too lazy to speak.

This item and I are not fated!

Not every Knight’s Sword represents the legacy of a God-chosen Knight. The Heavenly Father’s Court might have a similar tradition, but it definitely wouldn’t be placed in a small parish like Jianhe County.

"This is the Holy Grail used by Pope Noah III, a sacred artifact, an incomparable treasure, stored in the cathedral for hundreds of years," Keith said with a pained expression.

The Holy Grail, made of Gold and encircled with Silver Crucifix patterns, was adorned with scattered gemstones that shimmered brilliantly, its artistic value very high.

The Holy Grail was large, requiring both hands to lift it. Wayne hoisted it with one hand, and The Book of Greed rolled its eyes, confirming this item was somewhat desirable.

It’s worth taking; there’s profit to be made.

Wayne was about to agree right then and there, but as his gaze caught the top shelf where the Holy Grail was displayed, he put down the Grail and pointed at the wooden box above, "Bishop Keith, about that box..."

"It’s just a piece of Shroud!" Keith’s face distorted fiercely, his eyes bloodshot, as if possessed by a Devil.

Wayne’s eyelids twitched wildly; his intuition told him that the Shroud was the real treasure, but it also warned him that it was enough, and that the other party was getting desperate.

You didn’t need intuition to see that, just looking at the expression was enough.

Wayne gave an awkward smile, "Bishop Keith, you’re overreacting, I was just asking, I didn’t intend to take it for real."

Hearing this, Keith’s expression softened considerably. Although his superiors had ordered him to agree to all of Wayne’s requests, no matter how unreasonable, the Holy Shroud had wrapped the body of Saint Dominic, an invaluable treasure, the pride of the cathedral, even if the superiors had agreed, he could not possibly consent.

"Bishop Keith, may I take a look at that Shroud?"

"Just a torn piece of cloth, nothing notable."

"..."

Good Lord, is that something a clergyman should say?

Wayne rolled his eyes and, after another trial, decided it was best to quit while ahead, selecting the Holy Grail as the object of transaction for his appearance fee this time.

The deal was struck, and Keith heaved a sigh of relief, reverting to the more amenable bishop he normally was.

Wayne watched with confusion; Keith was far too nervous, and although Wayne could have taken what he wanted by force, that was not his nature, there was no need for Keith to worry.

"Mister Wayne, let me introduce you to the Holy Grail of Noah The Third," Keith said with a smile, leading Wayne away from the fourth area of the storage room, locking the door and sealing it in one go, his movements very swift. "Unlike other popes, Noah The Third lived in a tumultuous era. At the dawn of the sixteenth century, Devils from Hell emerged en masse, spreading numerous evil beliefs among mankind..."

"That was a dark age too, the Holy See suffered heavy losses, numerous clergy fell victims to the claws of Devils."

Keith made the sign of the cross over his chest and continued, "Pope Noah III was a very rigid man. He created seven Holy Grails, filled them with the evil blood, and then purified them collectively. The very Grail you held earlier is one of them, working within the darkness to serve the light, a very special sacred artifact."

Wayne did not take the Holy Grail with him today, simply confirming Keith’s asking price. He could only take the Grail after the deal was done. Upon hearing this, he nodded and turned to ask, "And the Shroud?"

"..."

"No offense, I was just inquiring, purely out of curiosity."

"The Holy Shroud wrapped the body of Saint Dominic, the man for whom our cathedral is named. He fought against Devils and perished. Mister Wayne, if you’re interested, I have a biography of the saint that you can borrow," Keith still on his guard.

"Borrow a few more, I also noticed some interesting history books just now," Wayne took the opportunity to increase his ask.

Someone once coined the classic "window theory;" Keith was in that exact situation now. The books, which were only to be lent after the deal was complete, were now immediately agreed upon for borrowing because Keith was in a good mood after keeping the Holy Shroud safe.

Wayne carefully selected from the bookshelf, wrapping up five books in cloth paper one after the other.

"As mentioned before, I won’t be involved in the investigation, I’m only responsible for capturing people, call me anytime. Bishop Keith, let’s be honest, do you have any leads?"

"Yes, Julian has provided me with a list."

Keith sighed, "Shamefully, the followers of the Thousand-Eyed Demon might be hiding in Theological Seminary. The students have been exposed to too much theology and mythology, they yearn for Heaven but are inevitably fascinated by Hell."

Wayne shrugged, glad to be a Liberty Mage without such troubles.