Restarting the myth.

Chapter 71 God, Don’t Care (ask for monthly ticket)
Outskirts of Lundang, northwest.

The vehicle drives out of the wide road and turns into a secluded tree-lined path. After driving for about 50 kilometers, you can see a towering wall surrounded by mountains and forests.

There are watchtowers on all four sides of the wall, with guards on duty 24 hours a day and searchlights patrolling at night, making it like a heavily guarded prison.

After passing three checkpoints in succession, what comes into view is an ancient castle surrounded by dense woods. It is built with natural logs and stones and dotted with vegetation, giving people a feeling of being one with nature.

The ancient castle fully displays the beauty of natural harmony. It is surrounded by wooden villas built later, which are connected to form a mountain villa community.

Butterflies and bees are busy flying among the flowers. A breeze blows by, casting mottled shadows of the trees, attracting birds to chase and sing.

It is a very cozy place that makes every visitor feel peaceful and comfortable, especially the row of wooden villas, which look like a holiday villa for aristocratic gentlemen.

Red Leaf Forest Madhouse.

Sidney parked his car in the parking lot, went to the office and put on a white coat. Although he no longer served as a priest, he still had a side job doing research in a mental hospital.

Hongyelin is not an ordinary insane asylum. The doctors and nurses employed are all magicians. Several attending physicians come from different churches and all have powerful strength at the level of gold mages.

Sidney stopped in front of the dean's office, checked his clothes, and then knocked on the door.

"Come in, there is no nurse in the room."

Sidney pushed the door open and came to the dean's desk. In front of him was a bald old man with a white beard and reading glasses.

Planck, the director of the Red Leaf Forest Asylum.

Planck was unkempt, wearing a greasy white coat. His beard had not been trimmed in a long time, and was tangled and hard. It hung stiffly on his chest, and made a thumping sound when it hit the desk.

He has a unique smell of an old man. He is often interviewed by the Human Resources Department because of bad habits such as molesting female nurses and borrowing money from patients and not paying it back. He occasionally speaks in a daze and suddenly swears during a meeting, making it difficult to believe his mental state.

Maybe this old man has gone crazy a long time ago.

Sidney once secretly investigated his own dean, who was a nonbeliever, or in other words, he believed in everything, including a little bit of every god.

Planck came from the Free Mages Union. Because several major churches wanted to appoint their own people as dean, they failed in nine consecutive votes and finally voted him out.

According to gossip, this old man is very likely a legendary wizard.

It should be true. After all, it is just gossip and its credibility is still very high.

Sidney respected Dean Planck very much. He once witnessed the dean causing a chief physician to become depressed and then killing him with the medicine. In less than two hours, a promising golden wizard was gone.

"Sidney, I heard that you were fired by the Church of Nature. So, are you here today to apply for a salary increase?" Planck said happily.

Sidney smiled and said politely, "That's not the case. Without my position in the Natural Church, I can devote more time and energy to serving patients, which is a good thing. I passed by your office to increase my workload."

"Okay, aren't you afraid of going crazy?"

"No, my faith in the goddess of nature is firm and unrepentant."

"It's hard to say. Your teacher was more determined than anyone else back then."

"..."

Sidney: If you want to talk like this, then I have nothing to say.

"No more joking, tell me what do you want from me?"

Plank opened the drawer of his desk and took out a large box of butter bread and showed it off. While eating, he said, "Excuse me, although you are mentally healthy, you are a very purposeful person. In the past, you always avoided me and would never come to my office unless necessary."

Sidney smiled awkwardly. This was why he didn't like the dean very much. He spoke directly and had no sense of language art.

However, there are also benefits to communicating with such people. There is no need to beat around the bush, just say what you want to say.

"This morning, several students called me to say that Lendan is in a difficult situation, and they have confirmed that the information about the appearance of the Death Knight is true." Sidney said in a low voice.

"So what? You don't think an old man like me can capture the Death Knight and lock him up in a mental hospital, do you?"

Gangplank bent his beard and licked the cream off it. "Not to mention that I can't do it, even if I can, the Death Knight is not a lunatic, why would I arrest him?"

Sidney: (_)
It made sense and Sidney couldn't refute it. The Death Knight was indeed not a madman.

"Another point, who confirmed the intelligence? Why do you think the Death Knight is really coming? He will not leave the underground tomb. This is a consensus. We have to believe in science."

Planck shrugged. "You can ask the church to try out airplanes and cannons. Times are changing. Don't always think about using magic to deal with the enemy. Ordinary people's imagination is also changing the world."

"For example, you are a golden mage, but in front of airplanes and cannons, you are just flesh and blood. Once you step into the forbidden magic area, a pistol can take your life."

Why would I go to the forbidden magic area if I have nothing to do?
Sidney was speechless. He knew if he didn't interrupt, the old man would talk all day long just like he did in a meeting. He opened his mouth and said, "Dean, I..."

"Don't interrupt me, I haven't finished yet."

"..."

Half an hour later, Sidney looked at the dean in front of him exhaustedly, his mind was tortured. He regretted his rashness very much. If he had known this would happen, he would have died together with the Lord of the Void.

"By the way, where were you just talking about? The part about the Geocentric Cult, right?"

Did I say that?
Sidney's mind was a mess. He recalled that this seemed to be the reason why he came to see Dean Planck. He simply took over the conversation and said, "Dean, my former teacher Marshall, the evil god of the Geocentric Church, the Lord of the Void, is still in the God's Chosen Continent. His mind is not lingering on the astral universe. I smell the scent of conspiracy. A disaster that will sweep across the God's Chosen Continent is about to come..."

"go on."

Planck put down the cream cake and his expression gradually became serious.

"The Death Knight leaving the underground tomb is the best example. I can't find the source of the disaster, but I guess the Lord of the Void must know something..."

Sidney's eyes gleamed. "My strength is not enough to find out where the evil god exists. I came to the dean to ask for help. I want to sever this sinful master-disciple relationship with my own hands."

"Sure, but it's hard to find the Lord of the Void with my own strength. I will contact other people and give you news in a while."

"Excuse me, Dean."

"It's nothing. You're going to go crazy if you don't get treated. This is what I should do."

Plank pointed at the door and said, "When you pass by the nurses' station, call Jenny and tell her that the dean has a magic that can make her grow bigger and she will show it to her alone."

Sidney, happy to escape, thanked him again and left the office.

He stood outside the door and breathed a sigh of relief. The old man really had some skills. If that set of rhetoric had not been outdated, he would have been on guard and given himself psychological hints. He would have confessed everything just now.

Sidney straightened his clothes and went to the nurses' station. He remembered the nurse named Jenny, who was from the Church of the Heavenly Father and was said to be the illegitimate daughter of a bishop.

As Sidney walked, he sighed, what a strange bishop, he actually took a different approach and didn't like little boys.

In the office, Dean Planck ate another large box of butter bread and shook his head at the door: "I respect the choice of fate and am willing to help you once. You'd better not go crazy, otherwise I will have to push you onto the operating table myself..."

He opened the filing cabinet behind him and took out a wooden box with a golden triangle painted on it. After opening it, he rummaged through the box and began to pick things up. The cross of God the Father, the pendant of death, the medal of the sun, the holy grail of blood, the ancient pentagram eye...

They are just some ordinary little things!
Finally, Gangplank pulled out a dark ring and held it tightly in his hand. He murmured with dark eyes, "We really need to confirm whether the Death Knight is real or not. He is too dangerous."

"And Marshall, why do you keep pestering Sidney? Is there anything in Lundan that is worth his nostalgia?"

"He actually regained his sanity and discovered the true meaning of balance?"

"He's not that smart..."

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sewer.

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

The undead warhorse ran back and forth, and Wayne controlled the warhorse to use the cavalry sprint skill.

The sparring partner was Abin, and the dog was chased and ran, wagging its tail happily as it ran.

There was another spectator on the sidelines, Axue.

The white owl stared with wide eyes at the three lively silly sculptures. The scene was too shocking to the eyes and it was hard to accept for a while.

If this is the true face of the Death Knight, then those souls who died tragically under the sword were unjust.

"Axue, come here."

Wayne was riding on horseback, and suddenly raised his arms, not knowing what he was thinking of.

Axue didn't want to get too close to the Death Knight, but was stared at by six blind men, so she flew over reluctantly.

A white snowy owl landed on the armor-covered arm, and Wayne scratched its head. It closed its eyes and opened its mouth, looking like it was enjoying it.

"I still like your rebellious look. This face now is too silly."

Wayne's dark eyes stared at the snowy owl through the white light. The power of death, which represented tranquility and eternity, wrapped around it and slowly poured into the body of the snowy owl.

Axue subconsciously wanted to resist, but it was too late. Death corroded its white hair and flesh, covering it with a layer of dry and ugly undead skin.

Axue let out a strange cry, flapped its wings and flew up. It tried to shake off the breath of death on its body, fearing that it would never be able to return to the embrace of the sun.

"It looks like you like it too!"

Wayne laughed loudly, and Yulia followed with a chuckle. Seeing this, Abin raised his head and howled.

Accompanied by an owl skeleton flying in the air and making a shrill cry, it looks like the villain's mother is opening the door for the villain, and the villain has arrived home.

Not long after, the second spirit of vengeance summoned by Wayne came along the sewer. Looking at the scene in front of him, he felt sad.

How could Abo not want to be a superhero!
"Abo, what's that expression on your face? Did you just crawl into the toilet?"

Wayne raised his arm, and Axue had no choice but to fall on it. Her pair of dark eyes stared at Abo, and she had a further understanding of the Death Knight's background.

The Death Knight trained one servant after another, it is impossible that he was bored. His plan was so big that it was most likely to massacre the nine million people of Lundan and create a second underground tomb.

"My great master, Abo comes here at your call." Abo came to the warhorse and knelt on one knee respectfully.

Abin on the side let out a low roar. He didn't like Abo very much. The latter was too ungrateful. He pretended to be respectful to his master but actually had selfish motives. If it weren't for the contract that bound him from betrayal, this fellow with thick eyebrows and big eyes would definitely lead the rebellion.

Oh, humans!

"How's the case going? Has your brother been sent to jail?" Wayne said condescendingly.

"The evidence collected half a year ago has been destroyed, and some insiders have chosen to remain silent for one reason or another. It is very difficult to investigate and collect evidence, and it may take some time," Abo said bitterly.

"tell me the story."

"The general situation..."

Abo advocates the justice and fairness of the law and worships it as a god, but there is not only law in the world, there is also money and power, especially the latter. When power is traded, the law chooses to turn a blind eye.

The investigation of the case was very slow, especially the evidence collection process, which was very difficult. A lot of decisive evidence was erased, and Abo had to start from the beginning.

The congressman seemed to have heard the news and knew that she was haunted by evil spirits. She spent a lot of money to hire several magicians of unknown origin and dismissed the underworld that had been serving her.

"Wait, what was the name of that gangster you just mentioned?"

"The Black Snake Society is a black force that has only risen in the last two years. Their boss is very smart and has always been serving the congressman." Abo said truthfully.

The financial backer behind the Black Snake Society is a rising political star, Doreen Johnny, a newspaper reporter turned congressman. According to Abo's investigation, Doreen has a boss, and she used the Black Snake Society to kidnap young girls and send them to her boss in exchange for her current political status.

Damn it!

Wayne's skull was dancing with white flames. He held the shadow nightmare in his hand but could only imagine what he could do to the magical girl. These social scum with beastly hearts didn't even know their own names when they got a little power.

Do you really think that darkness can cover up all crimes and there are no superheroes in the darkness?
"Abo, write down the list you found and lead the way. I plan to visit them tonight."

"Master, are you ready to..."

"Kill them all. My sword is already hungry. I want to see a river of blood."

"..."

It turns out that they are not stealing their business, that's great.

A Bo had a helpless expression: "My master, they are not qualified for you to take action personally. Give me some more time, and soon..."

"It didn't take long for new victims to appear."

"But, but..."

"The goddess of death that I believe in admires these evil parties very much and is ready to recruit them into her fold. What I have to do is to send them to her."

Wayne interrupted directly and added: "No buts, don't preach to God about human laws. That's your insistence, God doesn't care."

After saying that, he snorted coldly and put aside his evil fantasies for the time being. There was no rush to imprison the magical girl. There were plenty of opportunities. Tonight, the Death Knight would transform into a hero in the dark and use violence to suppress... suppress...

Wait a minute!
Wayne: (dish)
That's not right. According to this idea, he shouldn't be the Death Knight. It would be more reasonable to change his name to the Dark Knight!

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