Restarting the myth.

Chapter 112: The Lord of Greed, the Seven Demon Kings
On the other side, in the library basement.

Quinton was entangled in vines and tied to a stake. To prevent him from resisting, Darcy planted a mushroom on his head.

The fungi will continuously drain the prisoner's physical strength. It is a simple and efficient sealing method. It cannot be said to be very sophisticated, but it is definitely practical.

Wayne sat in a corner of the basement, took out a white handkerchief from his coat pocket and covered his mouth and nose.

He thought this action was effeminate, but the butler Fla insisted that asking was elegant. With Fla's insistence, he developed a habit from doing it.

Darcy fed Quinton a mouthful of hallucinogenic mushrooms, and because the latter was not a human being, he increased the dosage.

One question, one answer, Quinton confessed everything while he was dizzy.

Quinton is a biologist majoring in natural sciences at Jianhe University. He is not a magician trained within the system. His combat awareness is crude and he can only control insects to launch insect swarm tactics.

Everything he learned, including the alchemy book and the evil god statue, came from a mysterious man.

According to Quinton, the mysterious man was dressed in a suit and tie, a standard social elite appearance. There was nothing special about his features, and they were very vague. He could no longer remember them.

The clues came to an abrupt end.

"He is just a puppet, being used by others."

Darcy sorted out the information on hand and frowned, "The belief in the evil god has nothing to do with our Natural Church. It is the Heavenly Father Church that should be worried."

That's true, but I played for a whole night, traveled long distances, and rushed to rescue people. It's not that easy for the opponent to take the person away without any indication!

"Nonsense!"

Wayne glared at Darcy and said, "It is because there are too many people like you who do not care about anything that chaos has been bred. Our beliefs may be different, but what we are protecting is the same. Don't think like this again."

Darcy nodded, whatever the leader said was what he did.

"My teacher always taught me that if you can't tell who is just and who is evil, then you should protect the good. I have always believed this." Wayne said with a straight face.

"Who is Musi's teacher?"

Darcy was very curious about which powerful predecessor could train a magician as powerful and just as Wayne.

"She serves at the Lundan headquarters as the high priestess."

"..."

Darcy was silent. His leader felt wronged. If his teacher was the high priest, he would never be satisfied with an ordinary first-level priest.

This is not gilding at all, it's clearly avoiding suspicion!
Darcy corrected his attitude again, and Wayne nodded with satisfaction: "Work overtime tonight to get the report out. Contact the London headquarters tomorrow morning and send the report over as soon as possible."

Wayne admired Darcy's hairline very much. He was obviously a pure Windsorian and should be good at staying up late to finish a report.

"Master Musi, I have already contacted the Lundan headquarters."

"Oh, what do they say over there?"

"The headquarters is waiting for a reply from the Heavenly Father Church. If nothing unexpected happens, the prisoner and the evil god statue will be handed over tomorrow."

In other words, the headquarters is still pulling for it. We can give it, but it cannot be free of charge.

Wayne nodded. The statue of the evil god revealed something weird and was a hot potato. He didn't care, but it was hard to say about the other magicians in the stronghold. If he sent it away early, everyone could sleep well.

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The next morning, the literary girl Ottilia came uninvited and read a book in a corner of the library.

It can be seen that she really likes reading, and immersing herself in the ocean of knowledge is happier than anything else.

Ottilia was not the most beautiful Wayne had ever seen, but she was undoubtedly the purest, like a lily that had not been polluted by the world. People couldn't help but want to hold it in their mouths to protect the delicate flower from wind and rain.

Because of her outstanding appearance and temperament, a boy would stop and chat with her from time to time. Wayne shook his head and asked someone to bring Ottilia into the office and allocate funds to buy a desk for her so that she would not read outside anymore.

Wayne’s idea was very simple. Even if he didn’t get such good cabbage, it would rot in the vegetable garden.

Ottilia gave Wayne a grateful look and sat alone in a corner, in a world of her own.

After yesterday’s surprise inspection, no civil servant dared to be late anymore, and the latest one arrived at the office ten minutes early.

At nine o'clock, Bishop Keith came to the library and invited Wayne to visit the university town.

Wayne readily agreed. The university town was one of his goals in coming to Jianhe County. Lately, he has been smelling more and more like money, and he wanted to try to be influenced by the literary and artistic atmosphere to see if that could improve his condition.

By the way, let's change Veronica's appetite and read some more literary diaries.

He thought of the bridge over the River Cam, Cambridge, also known as Cambridge.

"Is Pastor Wayne's first visit to Jianhe County?"

"Yes, I have a great admiration for literature and have submitted an application to the headquarters. Jianhe County is my first choice for work location." Wayne talked nonsense without hesitation, not missing any opportunity to establish his character.

Since it’s just awkward chat anyway, you might as well say more nice things to yourself.

As expected, Keith highly praised Wayne's pursuit of literature. The bishop was also a smart man. He did not continue to delve into the topic of literature, but expressed his willingness to act as a tour guide and introduce Cam River University Town to Wayne.

The University of Cam is the second oldest university in Windsor with a long history and dozens of colleges scattered across the city of Cam.

These dozens of colleges are highly autonomous, have independent enrollment targets, and compete with each other. They are collectively called Cam River University.

The president of Cam River University is only symbolic and only appears at major celebrations, such as attending graduation ceremonies to present degree certificates, and rarely intervenes in university affairs.

Therefore, there are as many deans as there are colleges, who are responsible for the governance and administration of the colleges and are the real power holders.

Like Bishop Keith, he is the honorary president of the seminary.

"With the bishop's devout faith and accomplishments, he is only an honorary dean?" Wayne exclaimed in surprise.

Keith shook his head, not sure whether Wayne really didn't know or was pretending to be stupid, and continued: "The Holy See and the royal family signed an agreement that the seminary can be retained, but it cannot teach faith and magic. Dean Julian's research attainments in theology are more suitable than mine."

Wayne nodded. As expected of an old royal family, their methods were very powerful.

The two men walked and stopped, and Keith seemed to do it on purpose. He brought Wayne to the gate of the seminary, and as luck would have it, they ran into Dean Julian head-on.

Julian is tall and thin, wearing a well-fitting suit. He is a theological researcher, not a magician.

When he saw Keith, he immediately grabbed his wrist, as if he had seen a savior: "Keith, you're finally here. Last time I told you..."

Halfway through his words, Julian looked at Wayne and asked, "Who is this gentleman?"

"This is Mr. Wayne, not an outsider, and a very close friend of mine. Please continue. It's okay."

"..." Seeing that the two of them were singing the same tune and not exposing them, Wayne shrugged and stood aside to listen.

Some time ago, strange graffiti appeared in the university town, scattered in various corners. These graffiti were chaotic and purposeless, and did not attract attention at first, until graffiti appeared inside the seminary, which attracted Julian's attention.

Studying theology inevitably leads to attention to the enemies of God the Father. Julian keenly noticed that the graffiti was related to the evil gods of hell and immediately contacted Keith.

It happened that the strange fog had just appeared, and Keith paid close attention to it. The investigation came to no avail, which led to the unexpected encounter between the two today.

Wayne nodded secretly, confirming that Keith already had knowledge of the Thousand-Eyed Demon's whereabouts, and that inviting Darcy to go to Nanjianhe County to investigate was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

The old guy is so mean and mean. When he saw that Darcy was no good, he decisively abandoned him and asked me to be the new cannon fodder!

Wayne figured out the whole story and planned to leave by making an excuse.

It’s not that he is unwilling to help, but a lean camel is bigger than a horse. No matter how much the Holy See of the Heavenly Father is suppressed by the royal family, its size is there.

The 'God' in the God's Chosen Continent has nothing to do with the goddesses, but refers to the Heavenly Father and the Creator, who is the only God.

"The Thousand-Eyed Demon is one of the seventy-two demon kings of Hell..."

Keith began to talk about the evil god of hell. Wayne did not rush to speak, but listened quietly. After a while, he asked, "Bishop Keith, I have seen believers of blood in Lundan. What is the status of this evil god of blood in hell?"

"The Bloody Monarch, also known as the Bloody Tyrant, is one of the seventy-two demon kings..."

"The strength of the demon kings varies. Each has its own territory and they attack each other, causing constant wars between them."

"The Blood Tyrant is only average among the demon kings, but his father is very scary!"

Keith said solemnly: "His father is one of the seven deadly sins corresponding to the seven archangels, one of the seven demon kings at the top of hell, the demon king of wealth and greed. We generally call him the Lord of Greed."

Wayne: (a`a;)
Lord of what?
Wayne subconsciously glanced at the Book of Greed in his body. Is it possible that his golden finger is related to the demon god who is in charge of greed and desire?
The Book of Greed rolled its eyes and expressed its dissatisfaction with Wayne's guess. What level is he? How dare he use the same title with us? Go to hell and swallow him.

It is impossible to go to hell, and Wayne will never go to hell in this life.

He would rather get into the goddess' bed!
Wayne was intrigued and asked Bishop Keith to explain in detail the seven demon kings, especially the Lord of Greed.

"Pride, envy, wrath, laziness, greed, gluttony, and lust are the seven devils of hell, the origin of all original sins." Julian took over the topic. His attainments in theology far exceeded Bishop Keith. When it came to the belief in the evil god of hell, he was more professional.

"The Lord of Greed lives in the Golden Kingdom of Hell, tempting people to fall with money and power. His magic is pervasive. As long as money and power exist in the world, he can never be destroyed."

"The symbols of the Lord of Greed are the crow and the fox..."

Julian explained each one to Wayne in great detail, from greed to arrogance, from rage to laziness, from jealousy to gluttony.

Wayne: "..."

So, what about lust? Why don’t you mention it at all?

Wayne didn't mean anything else, he didn't care, the key point was that his friend wanted to hear it.

In addition, if the seven demon kings are existences in the concept of laws, he combined it with reality and guessed that lust was the most powerful among the seven demon kings.

"The last is lust."

Julian swallowed, his throat was dry after explaining the science for so long, but looking at Wayne's eyes full of curiosity, the dean felt that he needed to continue.

"Cough cough!"

Bishop Keith clenched his fist and coughed lightly, saying that the point was too far off the mark.

Julian slapped his head, returned to the original topic, and explained the Thousand-Eyed Demon to Wayne in detail.

"The Thousand-Eyed Demon is half human, half insect, with thousands of legs and thousands of eyes. According to records in books, the cultists who believe in the Thousand-Eyed Demon can extract the souls and thoughts of others and use their power for their own benefit..."

I want to hear lust!

Wayne glared at Keith and waited for a long time. When he was about to talk about the most terrifying and evil of the Seven Demon Lords, an interruption brought them back to the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

Let's state the facts and reason. What's so scary about a thousand legs? What's really scary are two legs. Throughout history, both in the black and white worlds, countless heroes have failed at this hurdle.

Having said that, Wayne couldn't help but become interested in the Thousand-Eyed Demon. It seemed so cool to be able to extract the souls and thoughts of others and use them for his own benefit.

Curious, can you extract the four elements from another person's body?
Wayne remembered that Planck said that in the Silver Cross stage, magicians still had to obtain the four elements through meditation to strengthen their own life essence.

When he was in the hexagram stage, the amount of the four elements he consumed was extremely exaggerated. In the silver cross stage, the amount must be even more. Just thinking about that scene is terrifying.

If the Thousand-Eyed Demon's followers could extract the four elements from other people's bodies, the good god Wayne wouldn't mind paying homage to them.

"The Thousand-Eyed Demon's symbols are centipedes, millipedes, and centipedes, which lurk in dark and humid areas. His followers also have the characteristics of these insects, hiding in the dark and never exposing themselves to the light..."

Julian was halfway through his words when Bishop Keith took over the topic: "The same is true for this insect plague incident. If I'm not mistaken, the black magician last night was not the mastermind. He was just a pawn being used."

Keith had captured a few similar chess pieces before, but the noise wasn't as big as Quinton's.

The mysterious existence is hidden in Jianhe County and can be regarded as Keith's old rival. However, the other party knows him very well, but he doesn't even know what the other party looks like or which evil god he believes in.

It was not until the statue of the Thousand-Eyed Demon was dug out that Keith basically confirmed the other party's beliefs. He looked at Wayne with burning eyes and solemnly extended an invitation.

"The power of the Heavenly Father's Church in Windsor is very weak. I hope to get help from the Church of Nature. Pastor Wayne, maybe our beliefs are different, but what we are guarding is the same. You are a powerful silver wizard, and I hope to get your help." Bishop Keith became more and more excited as he spoke.

Wayne: (_)
It sounded familiar. He had just told Darcy last night that he suspected the other party had installed cameras in the basement of the library.

"I can help you, but I will not participate in the investigation. I am only responsible for arresting people. All actions have nothing to do with my identity as a pastor of the Natural Church." Wayne drew a clear line first.

Keith was delighted.

"Also, since we are participating in the operation as mercenaries, let's not talk about justice all the time."

Wayne stretched out his hand and spread it in front of Bishop Keith as a matter of course: "Be realistic, what's your price?"

Let's be frank. He was thinking about the little trick of attracting people and had a strong interest in the followers of the Thousand-Eyed Demon. But that was not enough. If he agreed directly, he would seem naive and easy to be deceived.

When doing business, you have to have both fame and fortune. There is nothing shameful in asking for money.

"..." x2
Looking at Wayne's big, white and clean hands, Julian and Keith were both silent, especially the latter. He couldn't understand why the higher-ups wanted him to get slaughtered.
He can satisfy any request. Does that mean he will give the cathedral's treasure, the Holy Shroud, to Wayne?

That doesn't make sense, everyone has different beliefs.

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