Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 903 - 336 This Dignified Appearance Couldn’t Possibly Be an Undercover_3

Chapter 903: Chapter 336 This Dignified Appearance Couldn’t Possibly Be an Undercover_3

"Go, the faster the better."

With the Cathedral Lord’s assistance, Wayne reshaped his body and returned to his original human form. He placed the statue in his chest and called for Mona to return to Saint Patrick Cathedral.

"Boss, you really have a knack for attracting devils!"

"Don’t talk nonsense, it was clearly you who brought me here. The one attracting devils is you," Wayne rolled his eyes.

Mona looked at Wayne, nodding in agreement, admitting that attracting devils wasn’t wrong.

Wayne knew what Mona was thinking, probably another role-playing scenario. He grumbled, "I’ve become rusty—only after the Evil God reminded me did I remember the church has a storeroom. Saint Patrick Cathedral has a high status; there’s probably a lot of good stuff in their storeroom."

Mona’s mouth twitched slightly, foreseeing that today the Cathedral would be invaded by devils, and the treasury plundered completely.

...

"Envoy Sir, this is the former Guardian Knights’ captain’s Holy Sword. It cannot fall into the hands of devils, please reconsider!"

"Neither can this scepter; these are holy relics, significant to the Holy See."

In the Cathedral storeroom, several white-bearded old men tugged at Wayne’s sleeve, subtly reminding him that enough was enough. It was okay for the storeroom to be burgled—everyone gets a little fire during the holidays—but you can’t burn the place down to an empty shell. That’s going too far.

Wayne quit while he was ahead, not caring what the old men thought, with a sufficient reason: "It’s not that I want these items, but the devil specifically asked for them. You’re sad, as am I, but as an undercover, there are times when you can’t help it... That robe looks nice, the devil specifically wanted that."

I think you’re the devil!xN

The white-bearded old men were fed up, one of them said, "Envoy Sir, we handed over what was due yesterday; if the devil takes more, we’ll all be in trouble again."

"That’s true, you all failed to protect the Cathedral, allowing devils to come and go freely and steal treasures, it’s your undeniable responsibility. I will report this to His Holiness the Pope," declared Wayne in an official manner.

"..."xN

"Don’t worry, it’s just talk, I won’t make things difficult for you. What do you think I left Hodgson for, really just to avoid scaring the quarry?" Wayne snickered.

The white-bearded old men saw the light and felt as light as a feather with no burden, commending him profusely.

"Envoy Sir is brilliant!"

"Far-sighted, full of cunning plans, tough."

"Tough and brilliant!"

Ashamed to associate with worms, Wayne had nothing to say to this group of insectoids. Like shopping at a supermarket, he swept a bunch of valuable or seemingly impressive relics into his Personal Space. Soon, he came before the Holy Grail.

The Holy Grail sounded holy, but in reality, it was just an ancient chalice made significant due to the distinguished status of its user, embellished with gemstones added by successors, giving it an opulent and high-status appearance.

Rounding up, it’s equivalent to a chalice used by an idol, hyped up by fans to an unaffordable price.

The chalice the Cathedral Lord specifically requested was made entirely of gold, with thick and smooth walls, flowing with golden luster, as if liquid sunshine had been solidified within it. A gentle tap would produce a resonant and deep echo.

It was the sound of gold.

"What’s the story with this chalice?" Wayne weighed the Holy Grail in his hand.

"Envoy Sir, this is a relic of Saint Patrick; he spread the light of his father throughout Ireland, he’s a saint."

A white-bearded old man explained the history of Saint Patrick Cathedral’s construction; the Holy Grail had been used by Saint Patrick himself and was the Cathedral’s most precious treasure.

"The devil says the Holy Grail once carried Divine Blood..."

"Perhaps it was Saint Patrick’s blood," the old man said. That part of history was untraceable, and they were unclear about it.

Wayne glanced around, picked a few vessels similar to the Holy Grail, and bundled them all together for the taking. He did not find anything special about the Holy Grail; it was just an ordinary gold chalice. The devil wanted not the Holy Grail itself but the traces of blood inside it.

...

"Saint Patrick must have been a descending angel, but what does the devil want with the blood of angels?" The black sedan drove toward the outskirts of Durin City, with Wayne sitting in the passenger seat feeling suspicious.

The Holy Grail and vessels similar to it were placed in the back seat; he was unsure which was the Grail the devil needed, so he brought them all.

"Boss, according to the Holy See’s records, the Hell Entrance is sealed by Heaven, preventing devils from freely entering the Mortal World, not even by projecting thoughts, and the blood of angels or Devil’s Blood from the Mortal World can help the devil open a passage into the Mortal World. Maybe that’s why," Mona explained as she drove.

"You sure know a lot."

"I’m just speculating."

Mona was a professional nun, specializing in studies of faith for thirty years. Her reasoning might not be entirely correct, but it was certainly more reliable than Wayne’s layman ideas. Wayne didn’t think too much about it; the priority was to find these devils and take them out one by one.

Half an hour later, the sedan stopped at a desolate piece of land, devoid of people and far from the main road, quite secluded.

After successfully stealing the Holy Grail, Wayne contacted the Cathedral Lord, who provided coordinates and mentioned someone would be waiting.

Mona opened the car door to get out, Wayne transformed into a cluster of tentacles and clung to her, pretending to have successfully parasitized her. Using Mona, a pure nun, he was able to sneak in and steal from the Cathedral storeroom.

With an indifferent countenance, Mona arrived at the meeting point, adorned with six tentacles, each holding a vessel.

She personally detested these tentacles, feeling violated deep inside. Just as the feeling surfaced, it dissipated as she remembered the fierce battle from the night before.