Restarting the myth.

Chapter 154 I am an angel, how can I sleep in a cold bed? I asked the saint to come out to communicate with the spirit
"Owner!"

Mona stood up with joy, feeling the surging holy power in her body, and her eyes became wet with excitement.

Apart from the pain of splitting her mind at the beginning, the process of signing the contract was very joyful. The warmth of floating high in the sky and lying flat on the clouds made her feel like she was in heaven, and she couldn't stop at all.

The wings behind her were completely different from the wings condensed by holy light. They were neither energy nor absolute entities. It felt very strange, and she couldn't find the right words to describe it.

I just knew that it didn't hurt at all, just like my own hands and feet, I could summon them and control them as I pleased.

Gunther looked at the stigmata on the back of Mona's hand, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, and looked at Wayne with a smile: "Angel, aren't you going to say something?"

Wayne: (Д≡Д)
He looked at the stigmata on the back of Mona's hand, then looked at the floating Golden Rule Bible. What to say, how to say it, this question is too difficult!

Wayne widened his eyes and began to think about his life. Is it possible that he was really a reincarnated angel?
Then he thought again, it was absolutely impossible. The soul he traveled through did not belong to this world, so how could he be an angel?

Gunther had made it clear before that the stigmata were engraved in the souls of angels and could not be erased even by reincarnation. When he entered heaven, he showed no signs of the stigmata, proving that he was indeed not an angel.

The question is, why did Mona appear as soon as the contract was signed?

"Hmph, don't be too happy yet, I can still make excuses!"

Wayne raised his hand: "First of all, I don't have any stigmata. If you don't believe me, go next door. Mona, you come and check me out. Open your eyes and look clearly inside and out."

Mona nodded like a chick pecking at rice, wanting to see.

Look at that chicken!
You are a clergyman and you have wings. Can you be a little reserved?
Wayne rolled his eyes, skipped the physical examination, and continued: "Secondly, Mona's stigmata appeared after the contract was signed. She did not sign a contract with me, but a contract with the Golden Rule in my body."

"So?" x2
Gunther and Mona spoke at the same time, feeling exhausted. Even at this critical juncture he still refused to admit it. The angel's personality was really troublesome.

Atli looked around and found that he was excluded, then said, "So?"

"So to sum up, Mona's stigmata have nothing to do with me. It was the golden rule in my body that gave her the stigmata." Wayne looked certain.

That's right, that's it.

Ninety percent of the Golden Rule in his body comes from the reincarnation altar of the Lord of Pride, one percent comes from the Bible, one percent is negligible, and ninety percent is dominant.

The case is solved, Mona's stigmata were given by the Lord of Pride!

"Lord Angel..."

Gunther sighed and said, "Even a clergyman of legendary level can only borrow the Golden Rule with the permission of the angels and cannot hold the Golden Rule for a long time. Can you tell me how you did it?"

"of course……"

Wayne lost his temper in the middle of his words. Of course, it was the Lord of Pride.

I couldn't say this, I could only look at Mona eagerly: "Be good, tell the Archbishop, what did you just see?"

"The master has the Golden Rule in his body!"

"..."

Wayne was scratching his head anxiously. He knew the answer, but he felt very uncomfortable because he couldn't say it out loud to clear his name.

After a long while, he managed to say something self-deprecating: "I touched Mona's butt. I did it out of desire. I touched it when I wanted to. How could there be such a dirty angel? It's unreasonable, right?"

"You were trying to save me. It was inconvenient to reveal your identity while undercover, so you had no choice. I can understand." Mona smiled slightly, not caring at all.

In order to stop the devil and save Lendan, the angel knelt down and called the devil his master.

An angel could sacrifice herself to this extent, so what does it matter if she gets touched on the butt?

Besides, the angel didn’t really want to touch him. Touching wasn’t the purpose; the purpose was to make the devil let down his guard.

Gunther also looked at Wayne with a smile and said, "How about giving you some time and explaining it after you have finished editing it?"

After all, she is an angel, with a weird personality and a bad temper. In order to prevent the other party from getting angry and mad, just think about this in your mind.

"It's so hard for me."

Wayne sighed repeatedly and insisted on resisting to the end: "I am not, I really am not. Although all kinds of evidence show that I am, I know I am being wronged. This is a conspiracy of the devil. If I admit it, you will definitely hold me responsible in the future."

"Don't worry, no one will hold you responsible," Gunther continued.

"It's up to you. Anyway, I'm making this clear today. I'm not an angel. Mona's stigmata have nothing to do with me. If anything happens in the future, it will be all your own fault." Wayne stated the disclaimer.

Just in case, he asked Gunther to sign a document.

The terms were written in the capacity of the archbishop, stating that if it was later discovered that the angel was someone else, it would be Gunther's fault, and all losses suffered by the Holy See would have nothing to do with Wayne.

Gunther signed the disclaimer at the speed of light, so fast that it seemed as if he would not be able to take the blame if he was a step slower.

Wayne's eyes twitched. He had said all the nice things he could, but the other party insisted on offering the cathedral warehouse. Don't blame him for being greedy.

Where is the saint? Come out and sleep with me!

"Does our church have a saint? I'm sleepy and won't leave tonight. Ask the saint to come out and communicate with the spirits."

Wayne looked at Gunther unhappily: "You know what psychic means? I am a spirit, and the process of me injecting holy light into the saint is called psychic."

A similar situation can be exemplified by Abo and his girlfriend Timmy, but that is the Church of Death version of spiritualism, without holy light. The former is a death shooter and the latter is a undead knight.

After such a detailed explanation, Wayne thought Gunther should understand. Since he understood, he should bring the Saint over!
"Angel, there is no such thing as a saint in the Vatican."

Seeing Wayne giving up on himself and starting to act like a rogue, Gunther almost laughed out loud. So what if he was an angel? He was still completely obedient to him.

"I am an angel, how can I sleep in a cold bed? Tonight, Mona, you..."

As soon as Wayne pointed at Mona, he saw the latter nodding repeatedly. After a brief silence, he turned his finger to Atley: "Mona, your captain, go prepare some food, I'm hungry."

Atli was stunned for a moment and left the quiet room to prepare food.

"Well whoever, just eat and don't bring little boys here, I'm not like you."

Wayne yelled at the top of his voice, and seeing Gunther's face as pale as the bottom of a pot, he became even more smug, leaning against the cross, and said righteously: "It has spread in heaven that you shameless people are always fighting the devil for little boys. Don't be afraid, kid, I'm going in and driving the devil away, bah, you deserve to go to hell."

"..." x2
Gunther and Mona were both silent. Regardless of whether there was such a hellish joke in heaven, the fact that the angel's character began to collapse showed how bad his mood was.

We should stop while we are ahead and not force him to admit his identity.

Gunther asked Mona to retract her wings and hide the stigmata to avoid further provoking the angel. If the latter was so angry that he told passers-by about the hellish joke of the Church, it would be a lot of fun.

Angel: You know, little boys always leave the church crying.

Passerby: Is this true?
Angel: Why would I lie to you? I saw it all up there.

Thinking of this scene, Gunther broke out in a sweat. He didn't know whether other angels would do the same, but the one in front of him was really possible.

"Lead the way, I'm going to the warehouse to get some things. When I descended to the earth before, I left some treasures on earth. I calculated that they were picked up by St. Paul's Cathedral." Wayne covered the disclaimer in his arms. Although he was wrongly accused, he was not without any gain.

Gunther dared not disobey and took the initiative to lead the way. Mona followed closely behind Wayne and whispered, "Master, you and Bruce really think exactly the same way."

There was a hint of pride in his words!
Wayne glared at her unhappily, and knowing that Gunther could hear him, he raised his hand and hit her hard on the butt.

Snapped!
Did you hear that? This slap is for your face!
Gunther turned a deaf ear to it, as if he had been cursed by the devil to become deaf.

Mona gritted her teeth and snorted softly. She found her master, who was an angel. She signed a contract with the angel. Her body was filled with the master's power. Many joys gathered together. Today was her lucky day.

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Oh no, reward her!
Wayne's eyelids jumped. This nun was broken.

It should have nothing to do with him. He just trained her a few times, and his training route was to let Mona be a good undercover agent, not to ask questions that she shouldn't ask, not to do things that she shouldn't do, to obey orders obediently, and to complete the master's tasks wholeheartedly, all for Mona's good.

So, the reason why Mona is so bad is because of herself.

There is something wrong with her body!

Seeing that the master and servant in the back were no longer interacting, Gunther found the right opportunity to say, "The stigmata on the back of Mona's hand are mainly a cross, with the left and right ends tilted upward and then extended. The overall structure is similar to a scale, and can also be seen as a sword and a cross gauntlet respectively, indicating that the angel who signed the contract with her is mainly engaged in combat."

"This is nothing. Basically, every angel that descends is mainly responsible for fighting, but I have seen similar symbols in the Golden Rule Bible." Gunther narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressed his excitement, and said in a trembling voice: "This symbol corresponds to pride among the seven deadly sins. It symbolizes humility and justice. There are not many angels who hold this symbol, and each one is extremely powerful. Mona's master has a high status in heaven and is very likely to command a legion."

"Master is so powerful!" Mona's eyes lit up.

"Shut up!"

"Oh."

Seeing Mona lower her head and stop talking, Wayne felt no sense of accomplishment. His mind was not on Mona. After analyzing what the archbishop said, his eyes suddenly became clear.

there is only one truth!
Gunther's words confirmed his previous guess that the Lord of Pride was the culprit for Mona's obtaining the stigmata.

Wayne remembered very clearly that the reincarnation altar possessed both the energies of heaven and hell. This was necessary. If the Lord of Pride wanted to reincarnate through the altar, he had to erase the aura of hell from his own body. Even if he couldn't erase it, he had to find ways to cover it up so that the aura of hell was not so obvious.

Continuing along this line of reasoning, the Golden Rule Words chosen by the Lord of Pride can only be the opposing humility and justice.

He gained humility and justice through the Book of Greed, and because of a series of coincidences, he was regarded as an angel by the Golden Rule Bible and projected onto Mona, producing corresponding stigmata.

Very reasonable, full marks for the answer!
Wayne suddenly realized, yes, that's it.

The answer is almost ready-made and can be guessed by using your brain. If this reasoning is wrong, then he is a fool.

"but……"

There is still one question that Wayne can't figure out. Mona obtained the golden rule of humility and justice through him, so why doesn't he have any stigmata on his body?

Could it be that this thing discriminates based on the person, and won't approve it if they don't believe in God?

If this is the case, Wayne is really helpless and will never be able to obtain the enhancement brought by the stigmata in this life.

He doesn't have any faith at all. Take the faith magic of death as an example. This is the most powerful faith magic he has. Every time he imagines the goddess of death giving a small lecture, two long legs will be faintly visible under the goddess' black robe.

I’ve been wearing black stockings lately, and they don’t look as white anymore.

Even death is like this, not to mention other magical beliefs, such as the goddess of nature in the health room, the sun goddess in the gymnasium, the moonlight goddess in the music room, and the dark goddess who is the dean of studies and is in charge of ideology and morality.

By the way, in Wayne's fantasy, the goddess of death teaches history. She has long black hair, is beautiful and has a good temperament. Under her cold and stern appearance, she hides a gentle heart that longs to be understood.

With his devout faith, even if he really believed in God the Father, who was the principal of the school next door, he could not get the stigmata.

ε=(--;
Life is not easy, Wayne sighed. He wanted to believe it, but as he believed it, the goddesses who were high above him suddenly changed into black stockings.

The Heavenly Father didn’t wear any clothes, he just put them on his head!
……

"Mr. Wayne, look at this holy sword. It has been passed down for three hundred years and embodies the lifelong faith of a paladin. Although it is made of ordinary iron, it has long been shaped into a divine weapon by his mind."

"It's just the same stuff, Mona, take it."

"Mr. Wayne, how about this robe? It originated from the Papal States. The identity of the owner is unknown. Legend has it that it was worn by an angel when he descended to the earth."

"It's not bad, Mona, take it away."

"Look at this one..."

"Mona."

St. Paul's Cathedral is the headquarters of the Holy See in Windsor. Its warehouse covers an area ten times that of St. Dominic's Cathedral and contains countless treasures, each of which is a rare treasure.

Gunther described each item in great detail, knowing them like the back of his hand, without any worry that Wayne would take them for himself.

We are all one of us. If we take it, we are just fighting against the devil, so just take it.

Although Gunther's introduction was very detailed and the treasures were indeed treasures, for Wayne, who had tasted the Golden Rule, these small items could hardly arouse his interest. After walking around three times, he didn't see anything that caught his eye.

But a thief never leaves empty-handed, and just because he doesn't need the things doesn't mean he doesn't want them, so he asked Mona to pack them up one by one and send them to her home for temporary safekeeping.

After a while, he plans to build a warehouse to store the treasures he picked up, just in case they are needed in the future!

"Hey, this area is..."

Wayne looked closely and discovered a new world.

There were magic props from other churches in the collection of St. Paul's Cathedral. He suddenly thought of the stone slab, searched and sensed it, then shook his head regretfully.

The slab is not in St Paul's Cathedral.

Without the slate and other things, these six sun gems are good, they come as a set.

Wayne remembered that the 15th of this month was Willie's birthday, and he was worried that he had no good gift other than stockings and a tight skirt. When he dozed off and found the pillow, he didn't hesitate.

According to the exemption clause, all the losses of the cathedral would be charged to Gunther.

That being the case...

"Mona, pack up this Moonlight Dagger, this Dark Magic Mirror, and these bottles and jars of seeds and take them all away."

Wayne said with a dark face: "They are all evil weapons of pagans. If the cathedral keeps these evil things for a long time, it is hard to guarantee that it will not be contaminated by evil spirits. Although there are many little boys in the church and the yang energy is too strong, we can't sacrifice any more little boys."

Take them all away and let him, the angel, suppress them personally.

As he spoke, Wayne grabbed a handful of gems and stuffed them into his pocket. After thinking for a while, he grabbed two more handfuls and handed them to Gunther and Mona respectively.

We share happiness and sins together. He is an angel and no one is innocent tonight!
Mona caught the gem with a confused look on her face, and looked at Gunther in astonishment. Seeing the archbishop put it in his pocket silently, she followed his example and started packing it.

Mona: I learned from the master.

Gunther: Given by an angel.

……

"Mr. Wayne, your identity is of great importance. I will contact the Papal States and send the message as soon as possible."

Gunther followed Wayne out of the warehouse and said, "If it's convenient, I would like to make an appointment with you and arrange a special plane to leave Windsor and go to a country where it's convenient to talk, so that the envoy of the Papal States can meet with you."

"No, I have a lot of work to do and I don't have time to meet with them."

Wayne waved his hand and walked towards the back door of the church. It was impossible for him to meet with anyone from the Papal States, not even if the Pope came.

Mona quickly caught up with her master and drove him home.

Looking at the angel's receding back, Gunther slowly breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, the person had been found.

This is a good thing!

"Gunther, the character of an angel..."

Atli walked out from the corner. He had prepared food, but now it seemed that all his efforts were in vain.

"It doesn't matter. We still have Mona."

Gunther smiled slightly. He had known from the beginning that angels were difficult to control, which was why he let Mona sign a contract with them. As a result, everyone would have a bright future.

This is sure!

"What about the Papal States? We can't possibly not meet."

"I'll let Mona coax him."

"..." x2
Atlee: No one will be killed, right?

Gunther: Isn't that even better? If the Pope is happy, we can all be promoted, and you will be the archbishop in the future.

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Nine thousand five, please give me a monthly ticket!
(End of this chapter)