Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 846 - 322: Outsourcing at Every Level, This Time It’s Secure

Chapter 846: Chapter 322: Outsourcing at Every Level, This Time It’s Secure

The Royal Autonomous Town of Windsor, Windsor Castle.

Located on the south bank of the Themes River, about forty kilometers from Lundan, as one of the largest and oldest castles on the God-chosen Continent, it holds certain strategic significance geographically. Now it’s a royal palace and also one of the king’s administrative residences.

Queen Sophia was very fond of vacationing here, no, she was very fond of working here.

And vacationing incidentally.

The castle’s architectural area is vast, embracing various styles, rich in historical and artistic essence, and extraordinarily charming.

Windsor Castle opened some areas to the public, but the majority of it was strictly prohibited from entry, and in some places, even members of the Royal Family had to apply to the Queen in advance for signed authorization before being allowed in.

Like the renowned St. George’s Church.

Made of white marble, grand and solemn, with spires soaring into the clouds and symmetrical geometric shapes exuding a Neoclassical style, it was both imposing and imbued with a sense of sacred inviolability.

The interior columns and relief designs were exquisitely crafted, the whole extremely luxurious, especially those golden frescoes made with gold, artistic achievements of great heights.

As everyone knows, the Windsor Royal Family doesn’t get along with Heavenly Father’s Court, having tugged at each other for many years, both wishing they could stab the other to death.

Yet within Windsor Castle lay St. George’s Church, and the Holy Light Knights permanently stationed, with their High Knight Herman being extremely loyal, one of the two Legendary Mages that Queen Sophia trusted the most.

Unlike the turncoats of the Magic Department, Ivette and Herman were fiercely loyal; even now, with the Lando Family taking charge, the two only expressed loyalty to the Queen.

Individuals like Austin could employ them, the two comforting themselves with the reasoning that Austin treated Queen Sophia well and was a qualified prince.

The prince was the Queen’s lawful husband; being loyal to the prince wasn’t demeaning.

The Royal Family’s regard for St. George’s Church wasn’t just for the Holy Light Knights and a trustworthy leader, but St. George’s Church also served as the royal tomb for Royal Family members, with monarchs from recent centuries being buried here.

Such as the long-deceased Prince Douglas, whose grave was at this location.

Despite being sworn enemies, expressing venomous words, their bodies were quite honest, unwilling to let go of each other even in death.

Very absurd.

But if the Windsor Royal Family had Heavenly Blood flowing in their veins, everything could be explained.

Windsor Royal Family: We, angelic descendants, proudly bear the Union Jack, what merchandise are you from Heavenly Father’s Court, servants who worked for my ancestors, without my ancestors, you beggars would have starved to death, and now you dream of lording over me!

At that moment, the sun had set, and the crescent moon was just appearing.

Lights inside and outside the church were brightly lit, and a squad of white-robed guards patrolled back and forth. Due to the heavy losses from earlier devil attacks, High Knight Herman intensified the nighttime patrol.

Within the castle, flags fluttered, a white background with a red crucifix, deeply connected to St. George’s Church.

There is such a legend on the God-chosen Continent: Heavenly Father’s knight Saint George slaying the dragon, the dragon’s blood spilled forming a pattern of a red crucifix on the ground, giving rise to the origin of the St. George’s Cross.

Incidentally, Windsor’s Union Jack is a combination of the St. George’s Cross (†) and St. Andrew’s Cross (×), serving as the national flag of the United Kingdom.

As for Saint George himself, his reputation is incredibly high in the martial world... how high exactly...

One could say that those who know, know; those who don’t can refer to the Er Ye.

Saint George’s Er Ye, simple and clear, now everyone understands.

Coincidentally, Wayne’s stage name was also George, and in that monster movie King Kong, the character he played was named George.

Initially just a coincidence, the script was written by Director Wallace, because George was a common name in Windsor, equivalent to Zhang Wei, chosen on a whim.

Looking back, Wayne, with Austin’s backing, had just pulled off a cleaning of the court, and complete royal power fell into the loyal hands of the Lando Family.

One could only say that all was an arrangement of fate.

Tonight the wind was particularly boisterous, a big rain last night combined with the thick fog far from the city center around Windsor Castle made for very high visibility, with the flags’ wave-like traces visible to the naked eye.

Archibald, dressed in a black suit, entered St. George’s Church.

The cautious man purposely disguised himself, his blond hair and blue eyes changed to black hair and black eyes, ready to blame any discovery on devils.

After all, one more debt for the devil was of little concern; another smudge on their name wasn’t going to make any difference.

The change in appearance didn’t affect Archibald’s affable demeanor, black hair tied back, his smile warm, his expression elegant, and his gentlemanly manner so convincing that the patrolling Knight Order members subconsciously overlooked him.

A good man.

What harm could a good man do? No need to search, just let him through and be done with it.

Archibald made his way, smiling and laughing, receiving not the slightest hassle along the way. In the church’s inner hall, he respectfully saluted, explained his purpose for this evening’s visit, and seeing that the Crucifix had no objections, he slowly moved forward, deeper into the core area of St. George’s Church.

The place was heavily guarded, with four knights clad in white robes with golden crucifix patterns silently standing watch, while around them, dozens of knight statues with swords in hand. High Knight Herman himself personally oversaw this area.

One Legendary Mage and four Golden Mages, along with dozens of Magic Statues and a whole ground of magical traps and prohibitions, made the church impregnable, not even a fly could get through.

Archibald strolled among the statues, smiling here and there, leveraging his personal charm, bypassed the procedures of inspection and questioning, and arrived smoothly in front of Herman.