Restarting the myth.

Chapter 128 You think it's not important, but I think

"The portal, the black robe, the lackey of the Thousand Eyes Demon..."

Wayne received a message from Abin and wondered why the Thousand-Eyed Demon's minions targeted Chris.

He had seen this group of minions before, and every one of them was impatient and swearing.

There is no shortage of technicians in Lundan, so just spend some money. It is obviously not reasonable to go to such great lengths and risk exposing the Thousand Eyed Demon's plan.

They only have one life, they don't have the courage to do that.

Wayne thought about it and still couldn't understand the reason. He thought that the Vatican might know about it, so he revealed the information to Mona tonight and let the Vatican worry about it.

It's late at night.

Wayne crawled out of the sewer and looked at the car parked in front of Mona's house. He nodded secretly. A lean camel is indeed bigger than a horse. He got everything he wanted in one day.

He opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. Seeing Mona in the driver's seat with an expression that said 'I've seen through the truth', he snorted in annoyance.

You're a blue-level detective, but it took you two nights to figure out who the good guy is. You've lowered the standards of the detective world.

"Where?"

"Find a secluded place. This is not a suitable place to open a portal."

Wayne said slowly: "Remember to add the title of master next time. You were captured and enslaved by me. You should show your struggle instead of the cold dead face you have now."

Makes sense!

Mona nodded. The archbishop didn't say anything, but she had already confirmed that this bastard was really one of them.

Mona knew very well how difficult it was to be an undercover agent. She was exhausted after just two days of being undercover, and the despair of losing everything at any time was extremely difficult to bear.

The bastard is accompanied by the devil every day. His life may be in danger if he is not careful. The pressure he is under is unimaginable.

Thinking about it this way, she was just touched on the butt twice, so there was no need to keep insisting.

The truck started slowly, and Wayne raised his hand to stop it, and asked solemnly: "Are you wearing high heels?"

"Is there anything wrong?"

"Take off your shoes. Don't wear high heels when driving in the future." Wayne gave the order in his mind, indicating the seriousness of the matter.

Ten minutes later, the truck stopped at the roadside at the entrance of the alley.

Wayne sat in the car, opened the portal with the key, and asked Mona to move the alchemical materials in one by one, handling them with care and without any bumps.

Mona obeyed the orders obediently and busied herself with no complaints. At first glance, it seemed that she had been fully trained.

……

Ancient city ruins No. 3, square.

Mona looked at Wayne who was sitting on the sofa making tea, and finally understood why there were sofas, tea sets and fire racks among the alchemical materials.

"Don't be lazy, quickly set up the alchemy array. The task tonight is very heavy. After setting up the alchemy array, I have other tasks to assign to you." Wayne crossed his legs, put down his tea, and urged loudly. It was really inappropriate to slack off at work.

Mona's face turned dark, but she still had no complaints. She followed Wayne's instructions to build the alchemy array and worked very hard.

The materials needed for the alchemy array are not precious, but the quantity is extremely large. The drawing of the magic array also has extremely high requirements, and it is a laborious task that most people cannot do.

Wayne was unwilling to suffer this injustice. It was not so easy for him to work for the devil. Outsourcing it to the clergy would make money for everyone, and it would be a win-win situation for all parties.

"Bruce, it looks like you're enjoying it!"

The portal opened, and the Thousand-Eyed Demon's clone came to check on Wayne. Seeing Wayne lying on the sofa and slacking off while the female monk under his control was busy, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Yes, this operation is very devilish, and this kid has great potential.

"My master, welcome to your presence." Wayne stood up and bowed slightly, imitating the butler with one hand on his chest.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon was even more satisfied. Wayne's courtesy reminded him of his most proud disciple Sigma, and he liked him more and more.

Unfortunately, this dog once served the Blood Lord. Even if he took it away, the Blood Lord's faith would only be suppressed instead of disappearing completely. Ultimately, he could not be cultivated as a confidant.

"Mona, come here and pay your respects to my master." Seeing that the Thousand-Eyed Demon didn't speak for a long time, Wayne called the tool man forward.

Mona lowered her head and walked to Wayne, whispering "Master" in a low voice, feeling a little aggrieved, which was in line with her current personality of being helpless.

"What's going on? It seems that your servant still retains his will?" said the Thousand-Eyed Demon unhappily.

"Master, my power is too weak. I cannot completely control her will. I can only implant it in her mind so that she has to obey my orders." Having said that, Wayne looked at the Thousand-Eyed Demon eagerly.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon simply ignored it. He was just a clone and could not bestow more power.

He said slowly: "Bruce, power does not lie in strength, but in how you use it. You can erase her mind and make her a mindless puppet. If you can't do it, I can help you."

Mona's body trembled, she held her breath and lowered her head deeply.

"That's so boring. I prefer watching her struggle rather than a puppet on strings."

Wayne slapped Mona hard on the butt, and the latter's body trembled and her fists turned white.

"Hehehe————" x2
The two devils laughed loudly, and the Thousand-Eyed Demon nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, you are really a bad seed. It would be a pity if you don't go to hell."

"Thank you for the compliment. In fact, I learned from you."

Wayne said modestly: "I used two of the little tricks you taught me before on her, and the effect is beginning to show. She already knows how to actively ride people."

"Just play around, don't take it too seriously. Remember to destroy her after you're done, or she will destroy you."

The Thousand-Eyed Demon thought of a demon king that he couldn't stop, so he took the initiative to end the conversation and asked, "How is the preparation of the alchemy array going? Have you found the whereabouts of the sixty-six corpses I asked you to find?"

"The alchemy array is still being prepared. It will be completed in the next two days. The corpse will probably take some time."

Wayne lowered his head and said, "The belief in Hell is hidden very deeply in Lundan. I know the whereabouts of several friends and plan to bring their bodies here tonight. After that, I can only search and collect them as I go."

"Yes, they made the right friends."

The Thousand-Eyed Demon praised him again. The more Bruce looked at him, the more he thought he had the potential to become a devil. If Hell wasn't overcrowded with demons and there wasn't enough territory to go around, he would have wanted to train him well.

"There is still a month left. With your ability, you will definitely be able to complete the task. Work hard for me, and you will get benefits in return." The Thousand-Eyed Demon spoke nonsense.

This cake sounds familiar, I think I've drawn it somewhere.

Wayne thought about it, and it seemed that he had said something similar to someone before. He immediately bowed and said, "My Lord, showing your loyalty to you is your greatest reward to me. Apart from that, I don't want anything else."

The Thousand-Eyed Demon was shocked when he heard this, and felt that Sigma's figure overlapped with Wayne. He sighed with regret: "How great it would be if I had met you before the blood..."

"My Lord, whose blood is that?"

"Hahaha, you're right, whose blood is it?"

The Thousand-Eyed Demon patted Wayne on the shoulder, showing his appreciation for his talent. A month later, he would personally consecrate Wayne and turn him into his own familiar.

After the Thousand Eyes Demon left, Wayne sat on the sofa. Mona leaned forward and whispered, "There is still a month left. I think he..."

"Shut up, what does this have to do with you?" Wayne glared at Mona.

Mona understood instantly, slowly sat on Wayne's lap, raised her hand to hook his shoulder, whispered in his ear: "There is still a month left, I think..." "Your opinion is not important, it's my opinion."

Wayne stood up expressionlessly and threw Mona to the ground. "You are not allowed to kiss your master during work hours. You will have plenty of time to deal with me after work."

Mona blinked, then realized what mistake she had made, suppressed her curiosity, and went to the alchemy array to continue working.

This guy is becoming more and more disrespectful!
Wayne frowned and looked at Mona. He had no sense that he was being controlled. If she dared to ride on his legs today, she would dare to ride on his face tomorrow. If he continued to let her do this, he might be discovered by the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

No, we have to give a heads up to the Vatican. This mouthpiece is too smart and has its own ideas from time to time. We need to deal with it as soon as possible.

Two hours later, the alchemy array began to take shape.

Wayne sent a message through his mind, asking Mona to stop working today, saying that it would take two days to complete the alchemy array and it would not be finished in one night. Why are you working so hard as an outsourced worker?
"Let's go and grab the body."

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West End.

Mona's car stopped on the side of the road and Wayne sat in the back seat waiting for her to return.

The master is kind-hearted and cannot stand seeing too bloody scenes.

Therefore, while outsourcing the alchemy array task, the task of the sixty-six corpses was also outsourced.

Mona walked out of the apartment carrying a large suitcase, threw it into the trunk, got in the car, took off her high heels and started the car.

"Master, the target has been solved and there are no traces left at the scene. I imitated her handwriting and left a letter saying I was going to travel abroad." Mona said to the rearview mirror.

Mona was still a little uncomfortable with the word 'master', but 'Bruce' strictly abided by the undercover code of conduct and was unwilling to reveal his identity even though he knew the truth. She cooperated with the performance and said a few more words, which made her feel less embarrassed than at the beginning.

Wayne opened the file and saw the information of the Hell believers clearly under the dim street lights.

This is a small-time actor who believes in the Lord of Lust among the seven demon kings. He has a very chaotic private life. He is beautiful but has a heart as vicious as a snake.

She believes in the Lord of Lust and maintains her youth and beauty through internal and external means.

It sounds very much like a succubus, and it is indeed so. According to Mona, the Lord of Lust that the young actor believes in is the image of a succubus.

The most beautiful girl in hell, the top prostitute and the madam, all her creations are born in the image of succubus.

The young actress got youth and beauty, but the men who slept with her were miserable. At best, they would never be able to get back on their feet, and at worst, their life would be shortened by ten years.

"The believer of lust..."

Wayne glanced at Mona who was driving. "My master wouldn't even look at a woman like her even if she was given to me for free. But you are different. You are clean and pure. If I hadn't marked you and made you my shape, my master would definitely take you away."

Is this intelligence, or just plain chatter?
Mona cautiously probed: "What will the master's master do after taking me away?"

"How should I know this? Don't you think about it yourself?"

Wayne snorted coldly: "That's all for tonight. Send the box to base number three, and you can leave."

"Master, do you have any other instructions?"

"Yes, you talk too much. If your curiosity is still so strong, don't come to see me in the future."

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"Why are you so curious?"

The camera turns to the cathedral, where Gunther replies, "Don't do anything outside of your mission. You are an undercover agent, and your first priority is to protect yourself. Once you are exposed, your intelligence will be cut off."

Mona nodded. She had learned to be less talkative in the second half of the night.

"Also, you don't have to meet me every night in the future. It will increase the risk of being exposed. If you have any important intelligence, contact me directly via radio." Gunther waved his hand and asked Mona to leave in disguise, and began to study the new intelligence.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon was looking for a pure virgin, which reminded him of many evil rituals. However, due to insufficient information, he could not find out which one it was for the time being.

'Bruce' sent some of the most important intelligence to the Vatican. Gunther analyzed the intelligence and found that Bruce was not valued by the Thousand Eyes and the intelligence he could collect was very limited.

In the short term, if the Holy See wants to obtain important information, it can only do so through its own intelligence system.

The Holy See has two intelligence systems in Windsor. Gunther chose the Free Mages League. He has already contacted the other party. Calculating the time, it is time to keep the appointment.

He left the cathedral alone, drove more than ten kilometers, and entered an unremarkable bar.

In the box on the second floor, three old men had been waiting for a long time.

"Gunther, you're late." Dean Plank spoke first.

"I brought the latest intelligence..."

Gunther pulled out a chair and sat down. He closed his eyes and sensed it for a while. After confirming that the soundproof barrier was erected, he said, "What about you guys? Have you found out the identity of Bruce? Is he a member of the Free Mage Alliance?"

"At the moment, he is not."

"Then put it on the list of goals and solve it together when the time comes," Gunther said.

"There's no rush for this. We decided to keep him here."

Planck touched the ancient silver coin in his hand. He knew that there was such a genius who could cast the corresponding faith magic with the right props.

Coincidentally, this genius prevented the Blood Lord from coming to Dragon Heart Island some time ago.

If you are a little braver, you might pick up some strange props afterwards and use them to perform blood magic, which is reasonable and logically sound.

However, there is no need to tell Gunther about this since they are not that familiar with each other.

As for confirming whether Wayne is Bruce, someone has already taken the initiative to take the job. Planck's authority is not as high as the other party, so there is nothing he can do.

While they were discussing, in the box next door, Austin, with his slicked-back hair, was sitting on the sofa playing with ancient silver coins.

"Bruce..."

"Wayne..."

Although it has not been confirmed that it is the same person, Austin is already 80% convinced. If possible, he would be very happy to pass the information to the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

Don't hide, you have an undercover agent!
It’s a pity that I can’t give it to you!
Auston hated Wayne, but he never thought of killing him. The beauty trap and the old grandfather's gift of equipment were nothing more than a way to drive Wayne out of the sight of his wife and daughter.

If Wayne was really Bruce, he wouldn't mind looking up to him.

"Very similar, right?" Auston said slowly.

Behind him, the housekeeper Megan nodded: "Master, he is almost exactly like you. The eldest lady is kind-hearted. If anyone can inherit the Landau family, he will be the best candidate."

Auston's eyelids twitched. He hated Wayne because they were so similar.

Also, don't mention his precious daughter and the cement bucket at the same time, his heart can't take it.

"Master, when are you going to start training him?"

"He works for the devil, and it's unclear whether he can survive more than a month. Why should I waste my time training him?"

Auston closed his eyes. “Arrange the schedule. If he is still alive in a month, invite him to my business party.”

(End of this chapter)