Restarting the myth.

Chapter 240 The Third Dragon Blood Enhancement
Alex watched the Landau siblings leave and shook his head slightly. They were too enthusiastic. He was indeed not suitable to deal with such people.

"Why did you agree to form an alliance?"

Dusha kicked her brother and said, "That guy named Wayne is dishonest. Don't talk to him anymore. You don't have any guard at all. Otherwise, he will sell you out without you even knowing it."

Alex nodded. Her sister was smart since she was young. She said Wayne was not honest, definitely not honest.

"And Veronica, the relationship between them is weird..."

Dusha kicked her brother again, frowned, not knowing how to describe it, and gestured a few times: "They look like siblings but not like siblings, which is very strange. Maybe they are cousins!"

"What's the difference? Wayne protected his sister and became a saint. Veronica is the real candidate. Just knowing this is enough."

Alex told his sister not to think too much. At least what Wayne said was right. This is Prussia. The six-man group will work together to eliminate other candidates. If they don't want to be eliminated early, they must form an alliance.

The arrangement of the villa also proves this point. The headquarters hopes to see the fight escalate so as to determine the most outstanding saint.

"Right."

Dusha nodded in agreement. With Prussia as the enemy, Windsor and Frank's century-old friendship was indestructible, so the only way out was to form an alliance.

"You can trust them in the early stages of an alliance, but forget about it in the later stages. Don't invest too much emotion and really treat the other party as a friend."

Dusha warned her brother, and then changed the subject: "Try to talk to Veronica more. Don't waste such a handsome face. If you can make her give up voluntarily, my chances of winning will be even greater."

Alex smiled bitterly when he heard this, and his expression became even more melancholy.

Before he could refuse, Dusha added, "And Wayne, he is too enthusiastic about you. After all, he is from Windsor. If you work harder, you may be able to take down both of them."

The smile on Alex's face froze, and now he was no longer sad, but depressed.

……

As for the Landau siblings, Wayne returned to the living room, brewed a pot of black tea, and stroked his chin as he said, "That guy named Alex is easy to deal with. Just talk to him for a while, and after I sell him off, he'll have to count the money for me."

Snapped!
Veronica slapped her hand off her chin and punched Wayne in the chest.

Wayne took the opportunity to pull the person into his arms, but after a while, Veronica pushed him away with a red face.

"Don't mess around, what if someone sees us?"

"Makes sense."

Wayne nodded in agreement, and then said, "But Teacher Senna told you to listen to me and do whatever I tell you to do. Come here and let your brother hug you."

Give you a punch!
As Veronica thought this, she punched Wayne in the face.

Wayne covered his nose and hummed, "It's hard to become the Son of God. Even though Alex is as handsome as me, he is Dusha's bodyguard. Considering his peaceful personality, he is also Dusha's thug. He must be very strong."

Veronica turned around and smiled. Forgive her for being blunt, but Alex was much more handsome than the social scum.

"what are you laughing at?"

Wayne rolled his eyes. What’s the point of being handsome? He can only move one square at a time and can’t get out of the range of the nine-square grid.

He is different. Sometimes he is a car, locking onto the target and stepping on the accelerator; sometimes he is a cannon, ignoring the impregnable defense line; sometimes he is a horse, fucking as he goes.

"I didn't laugh..."

Veronica tilted her head and looked at the social scum. No matter how she looked at him, she couldn't find any good points. She wondered why she liked this kind of stuff.

Forget it, I like it anyway, so let’s just leave it like this.

"When I was chatting with Alex just now, I was observing Dusha. The girl doesn't talk much, but she is a meticulous opponent. Don't talk to her unless necessary, or you will be fooled by her." Wayne reminded.

"Don't underestimate yourself. She can't be a better liar than you."

"That's true."

"..."

You are still proud!

Veronica snorted coldly and punched Wayne in the face. Whether she was happy or unhappy, this was her way of expressing intimacy.

This shows that Weili is really her good sister.

"I have a feeling that Dusha is a tough opponent. Please allow me to use her beauty to lure her into giving up voluntarily." Wayne said confidently.

"What about the other candidates? Are you planning to use the same trick?" Veronica asked sarcastically.

Wayne pondered for a moment and said seriously: "See, if I have enough time, I might be able to take them all down..."

boom!
Of course, he got punched.

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Time flies and it is March.

Being at the headquarters of the Church of Nature, Wayne restrained himself somewhat and did not dare to be overly intimate with Veronica. The limited physical contact was maintained at the level of brother and sister.

The older brother is responsible for stirring up the temper, while the younger sister is responsible for physical contact.

Wayne became friends with Alex who lived next door, and had a good relationship with Dusha. He noticed Dusha's vigilance but ignored it, and continued to consolidate his image as a sunny and warm big boy.

On this day, two postmen entered the manor and delivered letters and parcels to two villas respectively.

Wayne was wearing a thinking ring and staring at the postman in front of him with a pair of dead fish eyes. He was tall and strong with a body full of tendons, just like the big guy of the Church of the Sun.

The ring told him that the postman was none other than his teacher's teacher, Senna.

Coach, I want to learn this!

Wayne looked at the postman's pectoral muscles and was extremely envious. He wanted this magical skill.

Let's be frank, if he learns this trick and dares to transform into Austin to find the Queen, we'll know if the two of them are having an affair once we try.

"The package is from Lundan, just sign here."

The big postman winked at Wayne playfully, which made Wayne feel a pain in his balls. He quickly took the package and slammed the door.

The postman smiled and quickly left the manor.

Behind them, the postman who was delivering the letter to Villa No. 8 caught up. The two men looked at each other and put away their disguises.

Senna was wearing a black robe and had a beautiful face. She was facing a...

Mandrill.

The big monkey is tall and strong, with sturdy forelimbs, sharp claws and teeth, gray hair covering its entire body, and the bright stripes on its face are particularly eye-catching.

"It turns out to be the high priestess Senna. How come, after the last failure, you have found a new target?" The mandrill spoke in human language with an eerie tone and a ghostly voice.

Senna did not answer directly, and said: "Great Prophet Tubie, it is a bit unexpected that you are interested in the Saint."

The High Priest of Oracle is a senior administrative official at the Natural Church Headquarters. His status is second only to that of the Pope and he holds enormous power.

The Great Prophet is a senior official at the Natural Church headquarters. His status is equivalent to that of the Pope. He has a say but no absolute power. His daily job is to convey God's will.

The gods here do not refer to the goddess of nature, but the three subordinate gods of the goddess of nature.

The goddess of death has three subordinate gods, three major agents, the Observer, the Judge, and the Executioner.

The same goes for the goddess of nature. Her three main agents are the prophet, the visionary, and the destroyer.

Referring to the names of the subordinate gods, it is not difficult to find that the two goddesses are diametrically opposed to each other. Even the duties of the subordinate gods are extremely similar. They are mortal enemies.

By the way, in terms of status, the saint is not inferior to the Pope and the great prophet. She listens to the oracles of the goddess of nature, and her responsibilities are implicitly superior to those of the Pope.

However, the saint is replaced every twenty years, and the newcomers have no one to rely on. Without fist power, they have no power. The power of the saint has long been controlled by the Pope and the high priest of the oracle.

The High Priest of the Oracle and the Pope are in a direct superior-subordinate relationship, while the Saint and the Great Prophet are independent, which has a sense of separation of powers.

In fact, this is not the case. The Pope has great power and is qualified to mobilize all members of the Knights of Nature except the Grand Master.

The saint and the great prophet, the former conveys the oracle of the goddess, and the latter conveys the oracle of the three great agents. They will not open for three years, and when they open, they will only say one sentence. They cannot check and balance the Pope and have no right to check and balance the Pope.

Therefore, the person who checked and checked the Pope became the Pope's subordinate, the High Priest of the Oracle.

There is only one Pope, the head of the Church, and the number of oracle high priests varies, but no more than five. Because there is no replacement of the Pope, if the oracle high priest wants to take the position, he can only wait until the Pope retires.

There are only two situations in which the Pope retires: one is to go to the Kingdom of God, and the other is that his life span ends.

The second option is not considered, and we will only look at the first option, where the current Pope has been in office for a hundred years, claims to be in his prime, can still serve the Church for a hundred years, and insists on staying on earth.

Pope: I have worked so hard to get this position. I have only been sitting here for a hundred years and I am still sitting here. If I leave now, all my hard work will be in vain!
High Priest of Oracle: What do you mean? Let us endure for another hundred years?

What is worrying is not the lack of wealth but the inequality of wealth. This principle is the same everywhere. In the pyramid of power, there are many examples of fathers and sons killing each other, and brothers fighting each other.

Those who wait for seventy years have really good tempers.

The high priests of the oracle could not outlast the Pope, so they could only try every possible means to fight for power. With the internal consumption of resources, it was natural that the church could not unite as one.

The power of the Pope and the High Priest of the Oracle has grown so huge that it will naturally squeeze the interests of the Saint and the Great Prophet.

The saint gave it to him as soon as they met, and he had no say at all since it was changed every twenty years.

The Great Prophet can hold on, because there is no such thing as a change of leadership, and his strength is unknown, and he talks nonsense all day long, so his position in the church is as stable as an old dog.

Senna didn't understand why the Great Prophet, who never participated in the selection of the Saint, suddenly intervened. The old madman shouldn't be eager for power. The man and the monkey looked at each other for a moment, and the mandrill was the first to break the silence: "The Pope won the previous times. His power has reached its peak. He can win, but he can't win all the time. This will affect the development of the church."

"That makes sense. I think so too." Senna nodded in agreement, curious about the strength of the two candidates in the Frank division.

The great prophet never takes action, so the two candidates must be extraordinary.

"Also, I received a prophet's oracle that this Saint Selection is very important. The war in the human world is about to begin. Unlike the last world war, this time it will determine who is truly superior..."

Mandrill said grimly: "War will lead to more wars. The great reshuffle will determine the future world situation. The church will inevitably be involved."

"This is true for our Church of Nature, our allies in the Life Alliance, and even more so for the Heavenly Father Church that has been dormant for many years. By then, the world will be filled with demons..."

"The Pope cannot decide who the saint is. The war of faith is too dangerous. The church needs a saint with powerful talents."

The mandrill spoke eloquently, and every word he said was based on righteous principles.

Senna nodded repeatedly. As for her real thoughts... as long as the Great Prophet changed his support to Veronica, she would support the Great Prophet.

It's true.

"Great Prophet, according to what you said, the war is about to break out, the Pope will not suppress his own realm, he is about to leave the world and go to the Kingdom of God..." Senna paused: "It should be possible, right?"

"Yes."

The mandrill confirmed: "The Pope will not stay on earth for too long, unless he does not care about his own life. In the next few years, the Church will re-elect the Pope."

"So, who does the Great Prophet think is more suitable?"

"I think High Priest Senna is very suitable. You have given a lot to the church and you have extremely powerful strength. You are also favored by God and have dragon blood..." The mandrill boasted a lot.

"Great prophet, who else have you said similar words to?"

"No, it's just you."

That means there is more.

Let's make a bold assumption and say this to all the oracle high priests.

Senna smiled and nodded, and began to exchange business ideas with the Great Prophet. The two finalized the alliance and reached an alliance relationship at the speed of light.

After the whistle, they turned around and left.

A written contract can be torn up, but a verbal contract...

All I can say is that having something is better than having nothing. At best it’s just a verbal promise, like paying back the money in a few days.

……

Villa number four.

Veronica was wearing an apron, preparing afternoon tea in the kitchen. Those who knew about the young lady's cooking knew that it was just a few simple snacks, not enough to kill people.

In comparison, Weili is a good wife with excellent cooking skills, and everything she cooks is delicious.

Teaming up with good mother Chris, they form a perfect combination of good wife and good mother.

Wayne took the package to the restaurant and after opening it, a bottle of dragon's blood came into view.

"Veronica, I have something great to show you."

"Wait a minute, let me kill these eggs..."

"???"

Wayne didn't understand and didn't dare to say anything or ask. He silently hid the dragon blood in his sleeve and looked through the other things in the package.

A few books, a few maps, a letter, two black tights, and a handbag full of magic gems.

Wayne spread out the tights and studied them. The black texture felt cold to the touch and the fabric looked like magic metal with excellent ductility. There were men's and women's versions, and he and Veronica just happened to have one each.

When I opened the letter, the first line was a detailed description of the tight uniforms.

Forged from sub-dragon scales, it has top-notch defense and elasticity, ensuring that the user's clothes will not be completely exploded when they transform into an elf or half-dragon form.

In addition, the tight-fitting uniform is also mind-reshaping, and the user can use their own thoughts to change the appearance and turn it into daily wear.

The biggest advantage is that it is resistant to high temperatures. When using dragon blood to purify the blood, you won’t be embarrassed when wearing a uniform.

"Good stuff, Veronica just needs it."

Wayne quickly stuffed the two uniforms into the drawer and continued to read the letters.

Senna is a high-ranking official at the church headquarters and is involved in formulating the rules. She is no stranger to the selection of the Saint. Not only is she no stranger to it, she is also one of the people who set the questions.

The letter explained the importance of several maps, told Wayne the test questions, and provided several magic books as reference answers, so that Wayne and Veronica could master the faith magic or divine arts as soon as possible.

Because Senna was not the only one who set the questions, she couldn't guarantee that she would pass the test if she learned it. She could only say that, except Wayne and Veronica, other candidates could not answer the questions she set.

"Good fellow, I think you guys have learned the rules clearly."

Wayne complained speechlessly, his sense of Senna declined again. He was glad that his teacher did not become such a woman.

"That's weird. The teacher's dragon blood comes from Senna, and she herself shouldn't be very smart. Could it be that she has also met her own Austin?"

"Asshole, who are you calling brainless?"

Veronica walked out of the kitchen with a tray of food and glared at Wayne fiercely. She had heard it all. The social scum was talking bad about her behind her back again.

If you can, don't eat the snacks she cooked herself.

Wayne tactfully skipped the topic, raised his hand to pick up the snack with a unique appearance, put it in his mouth and savored it slowly.

Sweet on the left, bitter on the right, and tasteless in the middle...

A piece of dessert can actually taste three different flavors. If you don’t know, you would think Wayne is tasting perfume!
"How's it going? Is it delicious?"

"Yeah, almost catching up with Willy."

wrong answer.

Veronica punched Wayne in the face. She knew it wasn't delicious, but she had worked hard for a long time, so no matter whether it was delicious or not, Wayne could only say it was delicious.

“Although it doesn’t taste good, I like it very much…”

Wayne picked up the plate and drank the snack, then licked the plate clean and said with a painful look on his face: "I take back what I said before, it's really delicious."

That's pretty much it!
Veronica snorted coldly and picked up the map to look at it: "What are these, are they teaching materials for passing the level?"

"Almost. After all, we have someone above us."

Wayne put the letter away and walked quickly towards the basement: "Come with me, there is one more thing that cannot be revealed, lest the two guys next door see it."

Speaking of which, I'm curious about what's in the package next door.

Seeing Wayne's serious expression, Veronica quickly followed him, looked back at the plate that she had licked cleaner than a dog, and her steps were slightly excited.

In the basement, Wayne turned on the wall lamp, pretended to draw a magic circle on the ground, then turned around suddenly and opened the container containing dragon blood.

Veronica's pupils suddenly shrank. She never expected that she would be schemed against by social scum again.

Three times, three times in a row, she failed to defend herself once.

The flames swept down, and Veronica bathed in the flames naked, staring blankly ahead, and gave up thinking.

Wayne looked around and marveled at her. As expected of him, the dragon-blood girl grew stronger after just a few days of care.

The growth is encouraging and the future is promising.

"Hey, I've been watching for a long time, why didn't you curse at me today?"

Wayne waited for a long time, but didn't hear any poor vocabulary, so he hurriedly urged her. He knew that Veronica, who had evolved many times, could now speak.

"Mother told me not to reward you casually." Veronica gave him a look of contempt, as if she was looking at a piece of wet garbage.

Teacher, what did you teach Veronica?
Auston is Auston, and students are students. This is ridiculous! How can they be equated?
Wayne looked depressed, but when he saw Veronica's smug look, he snorted coldly, quickly went to the living room, and took out a combat suit woven with dragon scales from the drawer.

He put on the men's version, touched Veronica, was not burned by the flames, and hugged her from behind openly.

"You, where did you get those clothes?"

Veronica's tongue twitched, and she moved her neck with difficulty. She looked down at Wayne's big pig's hoof, then looked at the women's combat uniform placed on the chair, and immediately understood the origin.

The battle suit was sent together with the dragon blood.

Veronica was furious, angry, and furious. After experiencing the third dragon blood enhancement, she could move her limbs, turn around in slow motion, knock down the social garbage, ride on it and start repairing it.

"Pervert! Scum! Bastard! Trash!"

"Go to hell! Go to hell—"

The reward may be late, but it will never be absent, and it may even be doubled due to the delayed distribution.

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(End of this chapter)