Restarting the myth.

Chapter 113: Small business, just to give back to society

"Pastor Wayne, you want to..."

"Wayne is enough. I am now employed by the Heavenly Father Church in a private capacity." Wayne interrupted directly.

He was invited to help Keith as a pastor, which was a cooperation between the Natural Church and the Holy See of the Heavenly Father. After going through the procedures, the biggest share of the profits went to the higher-ups, and his own interests could not be guaranteed.

The boundaries must be clearly drawn, otherwise there is no room for negotiation.

"Well, Mr. Wayne, what do you want?"

I want the Light!
One more language, one more world;
One more skill means one more way out.

In the God-chosen Continent, belief in magic is language. The Book of Greed guarantees Wayne's language talent. He has the advantage of time, place and people, and is able to learn several foreign languages.

"Generally speaking, I definitely want money."

"That's great, I'll just..."

"but!"

Wayne took a deep breath, which made Keith's eyelids twitch. He was afraid of everything, but any problem that couldn't be solved with money would definitely be a big trouble.

"I know it's not easy for the Holy See in Windsor, and it's not easy to do business with money. If there's a problem with the accounts and the higher-ups investigate, you'll be in trouble and I won't suffer either." Wayne grabbed Keith and wanted to go to Cam River Cathedral.

He said before that he particularly admires literature and likes things with historical background, such as... antiques.

Keith looked embarrassed and said goodbye to Julian with a wry smile. He was sure to suffer heavy losses on this trip.

There are also differences between antiques. He only hopes that Wayne is uneducated and picks out a piece of jewelry that looks precious, ignoring items that look ordinary but are truly valuable.

……

Cathedral of St. Dominic.

The belief in the Church of the Heavenly Father is extremely old in the Chosen Continent. Its influence covers the entire continent and it is also the most mainstream belief.

Regardless of whether it is a chapel or a cathedral, it has a long history and outstanding artistic value. St. Dominic's Cathedral is no exception. With its white marble exterior, huge dome, exquisite rose window, and gorgeous sculptures everywhere, this church itself is a priceless treasure.

The Cathedral of St. Dominic is named after a saint named 'Dominic'.

This saint is well documented in theological books. He was devout in his faith and had made outstanding contributions. In order to protect a city, he bravely stood up to fight against the evil god of hell and did not fall down until his last drop of blood was shed.

Legend has it that his corpse stood with a sword in hand, which frightened the devil so much that he dared not approach and retreated back to hell on his own initiative.

Dominic's sacrifice was approved by God, and an angel came down to earth to lead his soul into heaven. From then on, he was transformed into an angel in the Bible.

It is hard to say whether it is true or not, but it is written in the book that there is indeed a saint named Dominic.

Wayne stepped into the cathedral and was amazed by the gorgeous decorations.

Before he traveled through time, he thought the decoration of the church was too outrageous. The church that dominated Europe back then was too damn rich. After traveling through time, the church in the God-chosen Continent was even more outrageous, directly elevating the money-making business to the level of art.

It's no wonder that the Windsor royal family wants to suppress the Vatican. Not to mention the common people, even the surplus food of the landlords has been earned by the Vatican. All the money and fame are earned by you, and the royal family is still doing nothing.

It must be cut, otherwise the royal family will become beggars on their knees!

Like the strongholds of churches and natural churches, the churches are crowded with civil servants. They are not ordinary believers, but disciples of the Holy Light who have been transformed from magicians, and almost every one of them knows some Holy Light magic.

When it comes to faith, it is more appropriate to call it theocracy.

Wayne followed Bishop Keith, walking and stopping from time to time, and saw many men and women in white robes on the way. They all looked to be in their twenties or thirties, very young.

He guessed that these young people were students from the university town, from the seminary, and a group of them would go to the church for internship every day.

That's right, rules are dead, but people are alive. You can't teach faith magic in a seminary, but that doesn't mean you can't preach in a church.

"Mr. Wayne, what are you looking for?"

Bishop Keith was very confused. Wayne looked strange, nodding and shaking his head, which made him feel that his faith was offended.

"Looking for a little boy."

Wayne blurted out the joke, but after he finished speaking, he realized that the joke was too hellish and not very friendly to the clergy, so he changed his words and said, "I mean, the little cutie in the choir, I heard that the church often organizes similar gatherings..."

The more he talked, the more he felt uncomfortable. Keith's mouth twitched as he explained dryly, "Mr. Wayne, a few special cases cannot represent the whole. There are perverts in every church."

Then came some difficult to understand words, something about old accounts from centuries ago, and that God would punish them. The words were not very confident, which made Wayne laugh inwardly.

The Vatican has too much dark history. To put it bluntly, it has too much power.

Unrestrained power often produces some weird and perverted things that are so bizarre and outrageous that they are beyond belief and so imaginative that they may not be unprecedented, but they are definitely innovative and unprecedented.

Keith knew how abominable the dark history of the Holy See was, so abominable that even he, a clergyman, could not bear to watch it. He stammered and passed the subject over, leading Wayne to the cathedral warehouse.

The warehouse was located in the garden behind the church, and Keith's signature was required to enter and exit. This was no exception when he entered the warehouse himself, as he brought an outsider with him this time, so he had to sign another line as a guarantee.

The warehouse is divided into three areas: front, middle and back. Depending on the preciousness of the items, the collections in the third area are the most precious.

books!

In any era, knowledge is truly a priceless treasure. Only when the rulers monopolize knowledge can they boldly formulate the rules of the times.

Wayne guessed that there was a fourth or even fifth or sixth area in the warehouse. He did not rush to the next area, but went to the bookshelf to browse the church's collection of books.

The books in the cathedral's collection can be roughly divided into two categories. One is theological beliefs, including heaven and hell, as well as belief in magic; the other is history, including well-known official histories and some unofficial histories that cannot be verified, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

This is the foundation of the Vatican. Many historians need to rely on Vatican documents to infer what happened at that time.

Wayne was very interested in this history and changed his words, "I was careless just now. I would like to add one more request. You can borrow some ancient books here to read. Don't worry, you can pay back as much as you borrow. You can be my guarantor. If you have any questions, come to me directly."

If there is really a problem, where can I find you!
Keith remained noncommittal and his attitude was very vague, hovering between yes and no, and he just wouldn't give a clear answer.

Wayne raised his eyebrows and nodded, "I know the rules. I will help you catch the followers of the Thousand Eyed Demon and will not let you suffer any loss. If you don't believe me, you can go to Lundan to ask. I am a business person of integrity. You get what you pay for. I have never received any bad reviews."

Wayne is very confident about this. Whether it is Sphynx or Planck, everyone who has used his product says it is good.

Aston is an exception. Its quality is too poor and people give bad reviews maliciously without even using it. It has no reference value.

Not to mention the Lord of the Void, he was a villain and he died.

"Mr. Wayne is still in business?"

"Selling socks is a small business. I don't make much money, but I just want to give back to society."

Selling socks is indeed a small business and you can't make much money.

Keith did not ask any more questions. He had received orders from above to unconditionally agree to all of Wayne's conditions. Borrowing books was not a demanding request, so he nodded and agreed. He turned around and continued forward, taking Wayne to the fourth area of ​​the warehouse.

You keep asking!
Wayne looked sighing. Keith didn't ask what kind of socks he was selling. The topic came to an abrupt end, interrupting his pretentiousness.

Unlike Darcy, his subordinates are just good and know how to flatter their boss smoothly.

But he is indeed an honest person!

Wayne made a silent comment. Facing his high asking price, Keith neither lowered the price nor concealed the fourth area.

In this materialistic age, there are really not many honest people like this.

This opportunity is rare, so get more today!
Wayne has no guilty conscience. This is how business is done. Sellers are profit-driven and honest people are embarrassed to bargain. They deserve to pay the IQ tax.

Keith stopped at the white wall at the end of the warehouse, took off the cross hanging around his neck, and muttered something.

A white light spread out, and a circular pentagram magic circle lit up on the wall. The combination of the pentagram and the holy cross was very much in the style of the Church of God the Father.

Keith pasted the cross on, the holy cross pattern on the magic circle remained unchanged, the pentagram rotated clockwise, and a door slowly opened.

"This is the sealed treasury of St. Dominic's Cathedral, which houses a large number of religious objects of clergy, as well as heirlooms of nobles from all ages. Mr. Wayne, you can pick one." Keith looked at the treasury, and spoke with reluctance.

"Are there any religious objects from other churches besides the Church of Heavenly Father?" Wayne asked.

"No."

Keith shook his head and sent them all to headquarters.

Wayne didn't think much about it and continued to ask, "Are there any items related to the evil god belief?"

"There are several. This way."

There are eight storage racks in the fourth area of ​​the warehouse, and items related to the evil god are placed separately.

Wayne took a quick look and saw that most of them were bottles and jars, all of which had been opened. Even if there were some well-preserved evil weapons, they were damaged to varying degrees.

In other words, waste.

He did not waste time, skipped the shelf of noble heirlooms, and came to the shelf of Holy Light Faith. Keith introduced them one by one, and he knew them like the back of his hand, and had a story for each one.

"These Bibles are relics of successive bishops. They contain their devout beliefs. Each one is a treasure that can restrain the belief in the evil god of hell. Mr. Wayne, you may consider it." Keith was as enthusiastic as a salesman.

Wayne raised his hand and touched it. There was indeed a bit of holy aura, but the Book of Greed did not speak, which meant that it was just an ordinary item of faith.

"This is the Paladin's Sword, a holy relic brought from the Papal States by the previous bishop. It's very powerful." Keith said expressionlessly.

Wayne hated the knight's sword the most, so he had to pick it up and play with it when he saw it. However, the result was not very friendly. He didn't even look at the Book of Greed and was still too lazy to speak.

This thing has nothing to do with me!

Not every knight's sword represents the inheritance of God's chosen knights. The Heavenly Father Church may have similar inheritance, but it will definitely not be placed in a small diocese like Jianhe County.

"This is the Holy Grail used by Pope Noah III. It is a holy vessel and a priceless treasure that has been kept in the cathedral for hundreds of years." Keith looked painful.

The Holy Grail is made of gold, surrounded by a silver Holy Cross pattern and dotted with scattered diamonds. It is sparkling and has high artistic value.

The Holy Grail was so large that it required two hands to hold it. Wayne held it up with one hand, and the Book of Greed rolled his eyes, confirming that this item had some merits.

If you can get it, you can earn it.

Wayne was about to agree on the spot. He glanced at the top shelf where the Holy Grail was placed, put the Holy Grail down, pointed at the wooden box on it and said, "Bishop Keith, in the box..."

"It's just a shroud!" Keith's face was ferocious and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was possessed by the devil.

Wayne's eyelids were twitching. His intuition told him that the shroud was the best treasure, but his intuition also told him that it was good enough, as the opponent was going to fight for his life.

You don't even need intuition, you can tell by looking at the expression.

Wayne smiled awkwardly: "Bishop Keith, you are too excited. I am just asking, I don't intend to really take it away."

Hearing this, Keith's expression looked much better. Although his superiors asked him to agree to all of Wayne's requests, regardless of whether they were reasonable or not, the Shroud of the Holy Shroud had once wrapped the remains of Saint Dominic, which was extremely precious and could be regarded as the cathedral's treasure. Even if his superiors agreed, he would not agree.

"Bishop Keith, can I see the shroud?"

"It's just a piece of rag, nothing fancy."

"..."

My god, is this something a clergyman can say?
Wayne rolled his eyes and tried again to come to the conclusion that he decided to quit while he was ahead and trade the Holy Grail as his appearance fee.

The deal was done, Keith breathed a sigh of relief, and turned back into the easy-to-talk-to bishop.

Wayne was full of question marks. Keith was too nervous. Although he could rob openly, he was really not that kind of person. Keith didn't need to worry.

"Mr. Wayne, let me introduce you to the Holy Grail of Noah III."

Keith smiled as he led Wayne out of the fourth area of ​​the warehouse, closing the door and sealing it in one go. His movements were very quick: "Unlike other popes, the era in which Noah III lived was very chaotic. In the early sixteenth century, the demons of hell came out in full force and spread a lot of evil beliefs in the world..."

"That was also a dark era. The Church suffered heavy losses, and countless clergy died tragically at the hands of the devil."

Keith raised his hand and made the sign of the cross before continuing, "Pope Noah III had a very strong character. He created seven holy grails to hold the blood of evil and then purify it. The Holy Grail just now is one of them. It works in darkness and serves light. It is a very special holy vessel."

Wayne did not bring out the Holy Grail. Today he just confirmed Keith's offer. He could take the Holy Grail after the deal was done. He nodded and asked, "Where's the Shroud?"

"..."

"I don't mean anything else. I'm just asking. I'm just curious."

"The Shroud wraps the body of Saint Dominic, who is also the source of the cathedral's name. He died fighting the devil. If you are interested, Mr. Wayne, I have a biography of the saint that I can lend you." Keith was still on guard.

"Borrow a few more books. I just saw some interesting history books." Wayne took the opportunity to raise the price.

Someone once said the classic window theory. Keith is in this situation now. The books that were originally required to be borrowed after the matter was accomplished, but because he was in a good mood because he saved the Holy Shroud, he directly agreed to Wayne's request.

Wayne carefully selected from the bookshelf and packed five books by wrapping them one by one with cloth paper.

"I've said before that I won't be involved in the investigation. I'm only responsible for arresting people and I'll be there whenever you call. Bishop Keith, let's be honest. Do you have any clues?"

"Yes, Julian provided me with a list."

Keith sighed. "To be honest, the followers of the Thousand Eyes Demon are most likely hiding in the seminary. The students have been exposed to too many theological myths. They yearn for heaven and are inevitably fascinated by hell."

Wayne shrugged, saying that free mages don’t have such worries.

(End of this chapter)