Restarting the myth.

Chapter 72 Blood Faith
Abo was a water-dweller, bound to the Tame and its upstream tributaries; strictly speaking, his territory was much larger than Abin's.

The inclusion of tributaries means that Abo's territory will expand further during heavy rains.

The drainage outlet of the city of Lundang is connected to the mother river. Even without heavy rain, Abo can move freely in the sewer. Except that the smell of domestic sewage is a bit strong and the heavy metal content of industrial sewage exceeds the standard, there is nothing wrong with it.

"How disgusting! Did you just step in shit?" Wayne said with disgust.

Abo immediately refuted that although he was dead, he still retained the good habit of hygiene. He came through the flood control drainage channel instead of the smoky sewer.

This reminded Wayne that Abo was a living map of the sewers in Lundan and knew the distribution of the sewers in Lundan better than anyone else.

Of course, the butler Fla is not bad either.

As Wayne's unique and excellent butler, Flah knew many tunnels that were not connected to the River Tame, air-raid shelters and underground private passages used exclusively by the rich, which were of great strategic value.

With Abo as a living map, Wayne became more confident in his control of the sewer and decisively changed his schedule.

He would catch up on sleep and journal entries during the day, and spend the entire night in the sewers, familiarizing himself with the terrain while searching for fellow elementalists for refuge.

Don’t be afraid, fellow villagers, I’m Wayne, and I’m here to save you.

Speaking of the essence of life, Wayne had to complain that the four elements satisfy the essence of life, but there is loss in the accumulation process and it does not always maintain an upward trend.

The most intuitive way to incur loss is to use magic, especially basic magic related to the four elements.

Every time Wayne uses basic magic, such as Earth Wall, he consumes the earth element stored in his body.

According to the theory in the book, all magician apprentices are like this. Their hexagram has not yet been ignited and connected, their thinking has not been qualitatively upgraded, and they are unable to directly control the free elements in the outside world. This is a process that every magician must go through.

So, Wayne rarely uses elemental magic anymore.

When other people’s elements are used up, they can meditate for a while to replenish them, but he can’t do that. There are too few transport captains, so where can he find a second Lord of the Void!
In fact, it can be used. With precise control of the mind, the proportion of magic adjustment can be reduced, and basic magic will not consume much of the four elements.

To put it bluntly, Wayne took a breath in the sewer and the four elements he had consumed were replenished.

But he didn't want to.

This is what squirrel disease looks like.

Wayne has an obsessive-compulsive disorder of hoarding supplies. He has been like this before he traveled through time. He hoarded a lot of things that he thought were useful. Even if time has proven that these things are useless, he is reluctant to throw them away, believing that he can use them in the future.

His hoarding behavior occurs not only in real life, but also on the Internet. Whenever he thinks something is useful, he will subconsciously collect it in his favorites, shopping cart, hard drive, and cloud drive.

For a while, he was even addicted to categorizing and organizing Japanese, Korean, European, American, classical, fantasy, and two-dimensional works. This meaningless behavior made him happy.

Asking is to be prepared.

To sum up, Wayne's squirrel disease is in the late stage and cannot be cured. Without the Internet, he began to collect things related to magic, including pistols, crowbars, javelins, the four elements, and magic books.

It is conceivable how exaggerated the scale of his warehouse will be one day in the future.

Abo took Wayne through the sewers, pointing out the iron ladders and exits, explaining which road and street were above and what landmark buildings were around.

Wayne had an amazing memory but an average sense of direction, and after going around in circles a few times he started to get confused.

He rewoven his memory network, his brain processed information, summarized and converted text into images, deepened his memory impression, and a map of Lundang divided into two layers gradually became clear.

"The bar above is controlled by the Black Snake Gang. Following the congressman's orders, Black Snake Gang leader Johnny has restrained his subordinates and is lying dormant, no longer expanding his territory. He has been keeping a very low profile in recent days." Abo pointed at the manhole cover above.

"I'm not interested in trash. Take me to the councillor."

Wayne said while riding on horseback: "The Black Snake Society is the dog of the congressmen. Without the support of the congressmen, they are nothing. Instead of working their way up step by step, it is easier to deal with the congressmen directly."

But that’s not what you just said, you even asked me to make a list!
Abo felt helpless, as he had no idea that Wayne just wanted to go around in the sewer a few more times, treating the undead as if they were not human beings, and tormenting his disobedient undead brothers in various ways.

Abo didn't say anything, but changed direction and continued to lead the way.

This move was exactly what Abo wanted. The Black Snake Society was the lackeys of the congressman. If the congressman was to be shot a hundred times, the members of the Black Snake Society would have to be shot at least fifty times. But he hoped from the bottom of his heart that these social scum would die from legal sanctions.

Compared with mysterious deaths, it is more gratifying to see criminals punished by law, and it can make people believe that there is still fairness and justice in the world.

It is not a justice that is linked to mystery, but a justice that is closely related to reality. People do not need to pray for God's mercy, they only need to make a phone call to get legal assistance.

The same is true in reverse. God is too far away and too empty, and his deterrent effect on criminals is far less than that of the law, which is close at hand. Both are being judged, but being judged by God and being judged by the law, the former is more like a great principle that guides people to be good, while the latter is a real violent deterrent.

Abo hopes that after the congressman's death, his master will hand over the congressman's minions to him to deal with. Without the congressman's protection, the minions will lose their umbrella of protection and will not be able to turn over.

He will use the iron fist of the law to punish this group of evil parties and give a warning to other evil parties, telling them to think carefully before committing crimes and decide whether their brains are harder or their guns are harder.

While leading the way, Abo said these words in an attempt to test Wayne's attitude, but to his surprise, Wayne agreed very readily.

Eh, could it be that beneath the master's evil appearance, he has a completely different heart of justice?

Wayne saw what Abo was thinking and sneered, "That's right, but why do we have to choose one over the other, instead of trying to do both?"

"Master, I don't understand what you mean."

"You are right. God is too ethereal. It is a belief, a moral concept that can restrain good people but cannot scare bad people. We cannot expect bad people to have moral concepts. It is far better to take them to the execution ground than to preach to them."

Wayne said: "But some bad guys are not afraid of the execution ground, such as Congresswoman Doreen who will meet soon. She has the ability to silence the law. She knows that she will not be sent to the execution ground. There are many bigwigs who will pardon her crimes. At this time, we have to change the way of fighting violence with violence."

"The law is set to be fair. Some people feel that they are special and are not included in the fairness. So we should support them and tell them what is truly unfair."

“Hehehe——”

At the end, Wayne laughed heartily and said in a concise sentence that it was the other party who made the first move.

Abo was silent, feeling that his master had opened a door for him, but soon he frowned and said, "If you... no, I mean, if I keep implementing this idea, my original intention will change little by little because of the power of reckless behavior. Then I will think that I am special, even more excessive than them. The dragon slayer will eventually become an evil dragon. I will think that I am a god, that I am above everything and can dominate everything. What should I do then?"

"We'll talk about it later."

"..."

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Councillor Doreen has a small rental house in Neerendam, which she advocates for being clean.

In fact, she only lives in a rental house when she is campaigning for votes. Normally, she lives in a big mansion in the West District, and her neighbors are all members of parliament.

A-Bo pushed open the manhole cover and crawled out, with water stains dripping from his trouser legs, and walked step by step towards the congressman's house.

Wayne looked at the exit with a dilemma. He could get out, but Yulia...

Yulia snorted, leaped forward and crashed into the wall. Rippling purple arcs of light appeared on the wall, and a space door opened, carrying Wayne to the ground.

Abin followed closely behind and jumped out.

Wayne looked at the ground behind him and saw the Skull Owl flap its wings and fly out. He raised his arm to catch it: "Yulia, I didn't know you had this ability."

"Master, you never asked."

"I told you not to talk back to me."

Wayne jumped off his horse, released the owl, and walked to the front door of the mansion. He said sourly, "You can make more money if you lose it, but you can make endless money if you lose your conscience. She used to be a reporter for a newspaper, and then she became a politician. She has earned so much in just a few years. It's really enviable!"

Abo shuddered when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "Master, she has fallen, you won't."

"You can't make so much money by falling into depravity, abortion is better." Wayne said subconsciously, and then he suddenly realized and felt that he had discovered the truth.

Abo was speechless. Maybe it was really possible.

Wayne raised his hand and grasped the door handle. The corrosive power of death surged out, and he easily pushed open the door.

There was no noise of prying open the door or unlocking it, and no fingerprints or even the door handle were left. Without evidence, he would not be caught by the police. Wayne liked the Death Knight's vest more and more.

It’s just that the name of the alias is a bit unsatisfactory. It would be more perfect if it was changed to the Dark Knight.

The mansion was dark and Congressman Doreen was not at home. He found the safe containing cash and account books. Wayne helped open the door and they divided the stolen goods on the spot. Abo got the account book and Wayne got the Queen's portrait as well as jewelry and gold.

Abo was stunned.

In his subjective impression, the master was a solitary knight who wandered in darkness, his body rotting but his spirit still upholding the spirit of chivalry, who regarded money as dirt and women as nothing.

result……

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he saw a smile on the skull's head.

Abo didn't say anything. When the stolen goods were handed over to the police station, it was often passed through several departments, and the amount of the stolen goods would be greatly reduced.

As long as the decisive evidence is still there, all of this... can be tolerated.

He took a deep breath, sat on the sofa, and hid his figure in the dark shadows, waiting for Councillor Doreen to return home.

pat!

Wayne turned on the light, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the artworks on the wall. He didn't know much about art, he only knew that artworks were often associated with hype and money laundering.

"Master, can you turn off the lights? It will scare away the congressman. We should..."

"You should go to the basement. The congressman is at home. Her basement is quite big." Wayne said without turning his head.

Abo was stunned when he heard this and walked quickly towards the basement.

There is a door in the middle of the corridor behind the living room. When you open it, you can see a staircase that extends downward until it disappears into the darkness.

Abo's eyes could see very clearly even in the dark. He found the secret door in the basement and pushed it open gently, revealing a different world inside.

There is a very long corridor underground, covered with bright red carpet, decorated with murals and wall lamps. There is an exit, or entrance, every seventy or eighty meters.

Abo analyzed the location of the villa complex on the ground and felt a chill in his heart. Thinking about the missing girl who was kidnapped by the Black Snake Society, the chill disappeared and his heart was filled with flames of anger.

He stepped onto the carpet and followed the scent of perfume in the air to the door of what looked like a conference room.

There were double doors, and next to them was a coat rack with seven or eight coats and top hats hanging on it.

Abo picked up a hat, put it on his head, lowered the brim, pushed open the door with both hands and walked in.

The decoration of the conference room is even more luxurious, with a huge crystal chandelier hanging, composed of hundreds of exquisite crystals, illuminating the entire room.

Under the chandelier is a carefully arranged round dining table with a diameter of about five meters, covered with white napkins and exquisite tableware.

In the corner is a gramophone with a strong classical flavor, and soft music is playing.

The perfect combination of elegance and luxury, coupled with a glass of champagne, is definitely an excellent banquet experience.

But there is one place that is out of tune with the overall layout of the restaurant. On the wall opposite the door, there are strangely shaped symbols painted on it. Curved lines outline a figure that looks like a person covered with tentacles, or an octopus with its tentacles spread out.

The simple image was too abstract. At first glance, it looked like blood graffiti, and Abo was unable to tell what totem it was.

He didn't pay attention to this scene, and his eyes were coldly fixed on the guests at the dinner.

Including Doreen Johnny, who Abo has been investigating, there were a total of eight congressmen at the scene. They leaned back on the soft sofa seats, closed their eyes and hummed along with the beat of the music. Everyone had an official smile on their face, looking calm and easy-going.

The congressmen were so engrossed in the music that they didn't even notice someone pushing the door and walking in.

Abo looked at the dining table and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. The disgusting food he had imagined was not on the table. Instead, it was all precious ingredients, all Frank cuisine.

"Dorine Johnny, you're under arrest!" Abo spoke coldly, ready to ask where the missing girls were being held.

Councillor Doreen did not respond, but just enjoyed the ocean of music with a satisfied smile on her face.

Abo frowned, the scene seemed familiar, the eight congressmen were in a trance, as if they had taken some contraband drugs after a meal.

"Their minds are not in their bodies. They can't be woken up."

Wayne walked into the restaurant and looked at the strange patterns on the wall. He had seen similar patterns in magic books, which were related to the belief in an evil god.

Teacher Yujie provides magic reading materials related to evil gods in order to prevent students from making bad friends and getting involved with unclear people. She is worried that too much detail will arouse students' curiosity. There are not many records about evil gods in the magic reading materials, just a few words - blood faith.

This is an evil god who lives in hell. Different from the goddesses of darkness and death, he is one of the main enemies of the Church of the Heavenly Father.

To a certain extent, the evil gods of hell are primitive and barbaric, and their horror is far greater than darkness and death.

(End of this chapter)