Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 901 - 336 This Dignified Appearance Couldn’t Possibly Be an Undercover

Chapter 901: Chapter 336 This Dignified Appearance Couldn’t Possibly Be an Undercover

The black sedan stopped at Cathedral Faith Headquarters.

After a night of intense fighting, the Cathedral Faith Headquarters had become ruins, with the chicken farm’s ground collapsed, revealing a huge pit that led a hundred meters underground when viewed from above.

The police department dispatched a large number of personnel to maintain order at the scene, stretched crime scene tape, and prohibited onlookers and reporters from approaching.

The more they were prohibited, the more intense the public’s interest became!

The entire area surrounding the Cathedral Faith was packed with spectators, some vividly describing the battle between angels and devils, some selling beer and soft drinks in the front row, and, as rumors became increasingly exaggerated, citizens of Dublin flocked to witness the "miraculous" site.

Back and forth, the whole town’s buzz was pulled into the fray.

In fact, there were no witnesses nearby when Mona was cleaning up the Cathedral Faith, and the townspeople had gone to sleep early. By the time they heard the commotion and ran out of their houses, Wayne and Mona had long since driven away.

The rumors of the battle between angels and devils were purely fabricated by the local Heavenly Father’s Court in the dark, creating rumors as an opportunity to "fleece the flock."

Due to such outrageous actions, numerous conspiracy theories regarding the Heavenly Father’s Court surfaced. With Cathedral Faith rolled into the mess, once the market completely matured, the Heavenly Father’s Court would enter the scene, stepping over the corpse of the Cathedral Faith’s "devil" to take over the market in one fell swoop.

That’s how market economies work!

Such rumors should just be heard for what they are; in other places, they might be credible. Indeed, it’s what Heavenly Father’s Court does, like in Lundan, where the scarcity of believers means they can employ this method. In the Republic of Ireland, there’s absolutely no need.

In fact, the devotees recruited by Cathedral Faith really had no faith to speak of; they just pretended to believe for the sake of free eggs.

Heavenly Father’s Court has a deep follower base in the Republic of Ireland. Without such schemes, they can avoid making mistakes. Sticking to the established routines would suffice to maintain control. Engaging in fusses like Cathedral Faith’s, on the other hand, could only bring trouble.

No need for that.

"This version is outdated. It wasn’t one angel; there were several. I came from Durin City, and last night there was also a great battle between angels and devils at Saint Patrick Cathedral..." Wayne squeezed into the crowd, seizing the opportunity to hone his rumor-mongering skills.

Having one more skill wouldn’t hurt, and this tactic was very effective against Austin.

"Young man, did Saint Patrick Cathedral really explode?"

"Do I look like I would lie to you? I was there, witnessed it with my own eyes. Boom! And then it was gone—huge mushroom cloud and all..."

Wayne vividly recounted the events, with twists and turns that took the listeners by surprise, quickly drawing a large crowd of spectators.

"Boss, it’s time to get back to business."

Mona, flanked by Wayne’s arm, placed a Sealing Skill on him and easily dragged him out of the crowd.

"Don’t leave just yet! I’ll come back after lunch to finish the story, same place."

Wayne waved goodbye to the crowd, then looked at Mona with dissatisfaction and complained, "You told me to look for the Devil, and I did just that. Now you tell me to do real work. Who’s the boss between us, anyway?"

"Boss, I’m just making suggestions," Mona tightened her hold on his arm and increased the force of the Sealing Skill.

"Tsk, you weren’t like this last night..."

Mentioning last night, Wayne had a peculiar expression. Mona played the angel well, unyielding and as cold as ice, especially when Chris held her hands down and she struggled intensely.

One might not know any better and think she was really repelled by it!

Of course, his portrayal of the Devil wasn’t half-bad either.

Seeing Wayne’s peculiar expression, Mona’s face blushed slightly. She turned her head away, avoiding eye contact. Though the process was awful, the outcome was positive; she felt like she had found herself again, freed from being manipulated by memories.

Wayne found this new tone intriguing. If they continued playing these roles, it was right up Mona’s alley, providing him with the perfect excuse to maintain an indifferent and disgusted expression when clapping his hands in the future.

One found mood, the other found self; both had a bright future ahead of them.

Wayne strolled around Ford Town with Mona, who claimed that Wayne had the constitution to attract devils, and if he was diligent enough, he would bump into one on one of ten trips out.

"People usually call this survivor’s bias; just because I encounter more devils doesn’t mean there’s a problem with my constitution."

The two entered a restaurant, ordered a few local snacks, and overheard other customers complaining about their eggs rotting at home; indeed, Cathedral Faith might be an evil cult.

After a simple meal and continuing their pointless wandering around Ford Town, they saw that it was past afternoon tea time and hadn’t seen even one devil.

"See, I told you, I don’t have a constitution that attracts devils, and there are no evil gods making a return to Ford Town," Wayne clapped his hands, preparing to return home to see if the clergy of Saint Patrick Cathedral had found any reliable information.

"Boss, I think you should take a look at the chicken farm."

Mona looked towards the blocked-off ruins of Cathedral Faith Headquarters, a hint of gold glinting in her eyes: "Since we’re here already, might as well go have a look. What if we encounter an evil god making a return?"

Her Sealing Skill was oppressive, leaving Wayne with no choice but to go towards the ruins along the direction of the force.

The place was under martial law, with not only police but also several clergy present. Harrington was also there and came up to greet Wayne and Mona immediately.

"Both of you are here again?"

Harrington looked slightly aggrieved, blaming them for running too fast and causing him to be surrounded by onlookers, kept busy all night until now without a chance to rest.

Running too fast wasn’t the point; the point was that they didn’t take him with them.