Restarting the myth.

Chapter 163 Angel Traps

Mona took the jewelry box but didn't open it immediately.

As long as there is no hand on her butt, Mona's IQ is always online. She feels that there is something else behind Archibald's words, which is too hidden and she can't figure out the deeper meaning for a while.

Protecting her master was her job as a contracted slave, and she would do her best even without the Pope's orders.

The Pope specifically asked the envoy to give repeated instructions and also sent a reward in his personal name...

"Mona, open it and see what this good stuff is?" Wayne poked his head out.

Mona opened the jewelry box and presented it to Wayne. There was a cross pendant in front of it. There was nothing special about its appearance. Many clergymen had one. Mona herself had one, and she could transform into a tactical team uniform by holding it.

The Pope’s gift couldn’t be so simple. Wayne glanced at Mona and asked her to accept it first and go back to study it slowly.

Archibald smiled and waited for the two to finish their eye contact, then said, "Mr. Wayne, the Pope's gift has been delivered, and my gift is next."

"You have a present too?"

"It's natural."

Archibald smiled warmly and said, "After all, you are a reincarnated angel with a high status. Any envoy from the Papal States who comes here will try to leave a good impression on you, and I am no exception."

Look at his art of speaking, even his flattery is so fresh and refined, he is handsome and speaks nicely, he deserves to be able to enter the Pope's bedroom at such a young age.

Wayne nodded repeatedly, indicating that he was photographed, and raised his eyebrows: "Archibald, I will accept your gift, but I still say that I am not an angel, and everything is a misunderstanding. When the truth is revealed in the future, don't blame me for not making it clear in advance."

"I understand what you mean."

"..."

No, you don't understand!

Wayne sighed, faith makes people firm, religion makes people ignorant. Such a handsome and smart man is no worse than him, but he insists on believing in the Golden Rule Bible.

Empiricism is killing people!

Having said that, Wayne also knew that if the clergy did not even believe in the Golden Rule of the Bible, there was nothing in the world worthy of their trust.

Therefore, he, the fake angel, is actually a real angel, which cannot be explained. Only when all the seven reincarnated angels show up can he clear his name and prove that he is a human being.

Then let's wait. Now that things have come to this, we can only leave it to time.

"Mr. Wayne, I heard that you are a businessman in the secular world?"

"I'm a part-time businessman. My main job is a detective. This is a personal hobby of mine and a small business. I just want to give back to society." Wayne said truthfully.

Mona nodded secretly on the side. Being a detective was the best cover. She could fight against evil and the devil under the pretext of investigation. That was what she had done before.

"I also heard that you participated in the bidding of Albeid Steel Company..."

At this point, Archibald took the initiative to explain: "Please don't misunderstand me, I didn't investigate deliberately, I just wanted to find an opportunity to please you."

He continued, "From what I understand, your business negotiations are not going well, and Al Beid Steel Company is not inclined to cooperate with you."

"That's right, I'm ready to give up."

"You are so kind. With your status and position, you could have forced Albert Steel to finalize the contract and directly decide the final ownership. But you didn't do that. You chose to treat everyone equally." Archibald sighed repeatedly.

Mona nodded and said honestly, she was just a passerby and her master had a very good temper.

This is not okay, it is easy to suffer losses in society.

"Mr. Wayne, please allow me to go a step further."

Archibald smiled sincerely and said, "I will arrange for the people of the Holy See to contact Grand Duke Charlotte and the Prime Minister. As long as they nod, Albed Steel Company will definitely choose you as its new partner."

Luxembourg is a constitutional monarchy. The current Grand Duchess Charlotte is the head of state and commander-in-chief of the armed forces. She has legislative and executive powers and the right to dissolve parliament.

Unlike other offline monarchies, the Grand Duke of Luxembourg holds enormous power and is able to influence the country.

Wayne frowned: "To be honest, I don't care whether we can achieve cooperation or not. Success is good, but failure is also fine. There is no need to use the power of the Holy See to oppress a small country that is already in a difficult situation."

He did not lie about the cooperation. The four-nation summit will be held in September, and you can guess what will happen in the next few years with your toes.

World War!

Once the war breaks out, Luxembourg will surrender at the speed of light, and Prussia will also hold a passionate military parade in front of the Grand Ducal Palace.

What good is the deal if it is still taken over by Prussia? We may not even be able to recover our costs.

In addition, he is very opposed to introducing the supernatural into reality, and if possible, he hopes that the two worlds will never overlap.

Windsor did a good job in this regard, at least he did enough work on the surface!
"Mr. Wayne, you misunderstood what I meant. The Vatican will not oppress any country. Times have changed, and we do not have the ability to do so."

Archibald smiled slightly. "Coincidentally, Luzern is a country with a very devout faith. About 99% of the people believe in God."

Wayne: (a`a)
It’s not 100%, it’s too rigorous!

Why don’t you just say that this is the Vatican’s back garden?
Also, you are good at pretending, very elegant and graceful. Don’t pretend in front of me anymore.

Knowing that Archibald was capable of handling everything, Wayne stopped refusing and only made one request: "Don't let me get involved with the Vatican because of this matter. My current identity is the pastor of the Natural Church. If I suddenly have a position in the Vatican, it will be very troublesome for me to do things."

"I see."

Archibald put away his smile and nodded. A business that people outside were fighting for was decided in just a few words here.

Afterwards, the two discussed the Pope's hobbies for more than an hour.

Although Wayne did not meet the Pope in person, he had a direct and three-dimensional understanding of him. When a nun in uniform passed by the Papal Palace, the Pope cast a critical look at her and did not retract his gaze until the nun's back disappeared.

It can be summed up in three words – LSP!

At ten o'clock in the evening, Wayne ended the chat with reluctance.

He waved his hand and grasped the Holy Lance Pendant that was suspended in the air: "Archibald, I look forward to meeting you next time, yes, if there is a next time."

"Mr. Wayne, I am looking forward to it too."

The two said goodbye to each other. Wayne raised his hands and put them around Mona's slender waist. His fingertips slid down and his big hands wrapped around her roundness, trying to prove something in this way.

It had the opposite effect.

“It makes me want to touch you.”

Archibald waved to the side and said, "Titus, come here and learn from others how they serve as servants. Why are you so stupid?"

The nun stepped forward shyly, standing next to Archibald, her buttocks lost, her face flushed, and she whispered, "Master, don't touch me, this is the Cathedral of Our Lady... Let's pray together."

"What does it have to do with me? She's not my saint."

Archibald smiled and looked at the nun beside him, whispering in her ear, "Titus, you like me doing this, don't you?"

"No, no, it's impossible."

Titus blushed and shook his head desperately, actively changing the subject: "Master, why did you take on this mission? I thought you would reveal your identity to Mr. Wayne."

"There's no need for that. He has no memories, and neither do I. We are strangers, so why should we pretend to be familiar with each other?"

Archibald laughed out loud as he thought of something. "The Pope assigned a task to Sister Mona. He has bad intentions. Let me guess. Did the Pope assign a task to you as well?"

Titus' ears turned red. He shook his head first, then nodded: "Maybe... yes."

"I don't quite understand the details of this. What exactly is the mission? How should I cooperate with you? Do you have any teaching materials?"

"..."

The nun said nothing, and smoked.

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The black limousine returned to the hotel. Wayne sat on the sofa, playing with the Holy Lance Pendant, a very sophisticated magic prop, engraved with the words of the Golden Rule, and tested by the Book of Greed, and it was of extremely high quality.

Wayne divides magic props into several grades.

Not to mention the small props made by magicians, mushrooms and sunflowers all belong to this level.

Further up are the Sun Gem, Moonlight Dagger, and Dark Ring, which are slightly stronger, one level higher.

The highest is undoubtedly Shadow Nightmare, which has its own transformation effect. The value of the Chosen Knight has never depreciated, and the Holy Lance of Heaven cannot be compared with it.

Although the Holy Lance cannot transform, it does have its merits. By engraving his thoughts into it, Wayne can control its size at will.

This is a knight's lance, which is over two meters long when half-released and over five meters long when fully released. It can continue to expand in size as the user injects magic power into it.

The Holy Lance has no blade, and its main method of attack is sprinting, which places extremely high demands on the user.

Wayne played with it for a while, then stopped hanging it around his neck. A crack appeared on his chest, and several tentacles stretched out and took away the Holy Lance pendant.

In a sense, this can also be considered a portable space.

Mona was still studying the Pope's gift. After a while, she said to Wayne in confusion, "Boss, this cross necklace can also help me transform. It is of a better quality than before, but it must have two owners. I cannot open it with my mind alone. It should be specially made for the angel's servants."

As she spoke, Mona unbuttoned her collar and took out the necklace from the warehouse.

Wayne: (a)
I'm sorry to have wronged you. You represent light, but you have always been shrouded in great evil.

"Bring it to me and see."

"Why are you unbuttoning it? I mean the necklace. Day by day, can you please be as pure in thought as I am?"

Wayne took the two necklaces and compared them. The slightly warmer one was the old model, while the new version had no difference in shape. As Mona said, it took two minds to open it.

He tried, but failed to engrave his thoughts the first time. The second time, the Golden Rule Holy Light opened the way, and he once again proved himself and successfully left a mark.

"It's strange. I have more authority over the necklace than you do, but it doesn't work for me. It can't help me change my clothes..."

Wayne was halfway through his words when he thought about it and realized that the white nun combat uniform looked great on Mona, with its curvy figure and long legs. If it was used for religious propaganda, the leeks would rush over waving banknotes.

There is no need to wear it on him, it is too eye-catching.

He handed the pendant to Mona and asked her to change her clothes to see its quality.

The moment Mona took the pendant, Wayne let out a light exclamation, and in an instant, his face became terribly solemn.

I see. No wonder he needs to think in two different ways. The Pope...

He's a fucking genius!
"Boss, is there something wrong?"

"I haven't got any clue yet. You change first and I'll see." Wayne said seriously.

Mona didn't understand what was going on, so she hung the new cross pendant around her neck. Before she could even recite the spell, she just changed her mind and completed the transformation in an instant.

She looked at the white uniform on her body with surprise. It not only saved the pre-swing time, but also suppressed the fluctuation of magic power, greatly enhancing the concealment effect.

Not only that, the golden cross pattern painted on the uniform is also more brilliant than before, with surging holy power and a strong amplification visible to the naked eye, which strengthens the belief in holy light in her body to a higher level.

"Boss, this equipment is very powerful!"

Mona was extremely delighted. Under normal circumstances, her power was amplified to an incredible level. If she could borrow the golden rule of her master through the stigmata, her power would be further strengthened with the double amplification.

With this power, she doesn't have to worry about being abandoned by her master and can always stay by his side and serve him.

"You are so naive, this is just the beginning. It is more powerful than this, far beyond your imagination, so powerful..."

Strong enough to fool me nine times in one night!
Wayne crossed his hands and placed his chin on them, his eyes narrowed and a light of unknown meaning flashed through them: "Mona, my mind can control the combat suit on you."

"Is there such a thing?"

Mona was surprised and asked, "Is it a means of restricting servants to protect you, the master, from harm?"

If so, Mona felt that this design was unnecessary. The Golden Rule Contract was the best restriction, and she would not and could not disobey Wayne's orders.

"No, it's even scarier... I can't explain it clearly, so you'll know if I try."

Wayne didn't waste any more words, and in a bit of hurry, he shaped the combat suit directly through his thoughts.

In a flash of white light, the white uniform disappeared, replaced by a white bikini.

Mona just stood there in a daze, her face getting redder and redder. She squatted on the ground with her hands on her chest, mumbling incoherently.

The general meaning is that this equipment is broken.

Don't be silly, it won't go bad if you get pregnant!

"Stand up. This equipment is a bit strange. To ensure your safety, I must take a good look at it. Now, take your hands away and don't block my research."

"Cococo..."

"There's nothing to worry about. This is serious research, part of science. Don't let your imagination run wild."

"..."

Mona didn't believe it. Research might be serious, but the clothes she was wearing were not serious at all. There was so little fabric, how was the difference between that and being naked?
At that moment of embarrassment and annoyance, countless random thoughts flashed through my mind, and one of the voices became louder and louder.

She is the servant of the angels, and she will do her best to satisfy whatever the angels like.

Moreover, she has always had impure thoughts about her master. She will have physical contact with him whenever she has the chance, and will create opportunities if there is no chance.

Her modesty made her cautious. Before, she had the idea but didn't dare to take any big action. Now that she had an excuse, why not do it!

The voice was so loud, and every word pierced Mona's heart. She suppressed her shame, clenched her fists and slowly lowered them.

A white light flashed, and the original white combat suit returned. Then Mona changed into a bunny girl swimsuit and was given two white bunny ears.

What a powerful magic item. It can turn into anything you want.

But why are they all white? Is this the last stubbornness of the Holy See?
There is also a golden cross pattern, which is always there no matter how it changes. Does it have any deep meaning?

White background with gold cross...

Angel Traps?
You know what, it's quite dazzling.

Wayne raised his eyebrows. Looking through the surface, it was confirmed that the Holy Father's Church was a pimp. The Pope did not give a gift to Mona, but clearly gave him two gifts.

What benefits does pimping bring to the Vatican?
Reincarnated angels don't have their own blood. If someone dies, the child will also be of human blood, so the potential won't...

It's hard to say. Thinking can change everything. Even children with human blood conceived by angels have potential that is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Furthermore, the children of angels can go to heaven with letters of introduction to seek partners, and perhaps they can get in through the back door!
After a rough review, Wayne barely guessed the Pope's intention. The routine was okay, but angels should not be interested in women/men. Can this arrangement be used to take hostages?
"Why think so much? What does it have to do with me? I'm just taking a look."

Wayne continued to control his mind and tried school uniform, nurse uniform, police uniform, stewardess uniform, Victoria's Secret, investigator, knight girl, etc. one by one, and his disguise became more and more outrageous.

When Mona was almost broken, he couldn't help but feel eager to try.

The power of death was introduced into his body, and Wayne's mind suddenly became clear. His thoughts led Mona's clothes back to their original state.

"That's all for tonight. I'm fine."

"..."

Mona looked confused. Is this the end? Did it ever begin?
so fast!
"Continue tomorrow night, this outfit is great and has inspired me a lot of creative ideas."

Wayne rubbed his hands. With this equipment, his inspiration would never run out and he would definitely be able to design new hit products.

Can earn money again!

(End of this chapter)