225: Chapter 127 You think it’s not important, but I do_2 225: Chapter 127 You think it’s not important, but I do_2 “The Alchemy Array is still being prepared, it should be completed in a couple of days, but the corpses will likely take so ti.”
Wayne bowed his head and said, “Hell’s faith is deeply hidden in Lundan.
I know the whereabouts of a few friends and plan to bring their bodies tonight; after that, I can only collect while I search.”
“Not bad, they did not choose their friends poorly.”
The Thousand-Eyed Demon praised again, seeing more and more potential in Bruce to beco a devil.
If only Hell wasn’t already overrun with demons and the territory not so limited, he would have liked to nurture him properly.
“There’s still one month left.
With your ability, you will definitely be able to complete the task.
Serve well, and your reward will not be ager,” the Thousand-Eyed Demon spoke deceitfully.
This pie sounds familiar; I seem to have drawn it sowhere before.
Wayne thought for a mont, it seed he had said sothing similar to soone before.
He imdiately bowed and said, “My master, pledging my loyalty to you is the greatest reward you could give .
I want nothing else.”
The Thousand-Eyed Demon was stunned at the words, seeing the silhouette of Sigma overlap with Wayne.
He sighed with regret, “If only I’d t you before the Blood …”
“My master, who is Blood?”
“Hahaha, right, who is Blood after all.”
The Thousand-Eyed Demon patted Wayne’s shoulder, fond of his talent, and intended to personally anoint Wayne after one month, to turn him into his own familiar.
After the Thousand-Eyed Demon left, Wayne sat on the couch with Mona approaching quietly and whispered, “There’s one more month, I feel he …”
“Shut up, what does it have to do with you?” Wayne glanced sharply at Mona.
Mona imdiately understood and slowly sat on Wayne’s lap, raised her hand to his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, “There’s one more month, I think …”
“What you think is unimportant, what I think is.” Wayne said expressionlessly as he stood up and flung Mona to the ground, “Flirting with your master is not allowed during work hours.
Once off-duty, you’ll have plenty of ti to take care of .”
Mona blinked, only then realizing her mistake.
She suppressed her curiosity and continued working in front of the Alchemy Array.
This guy is getting too familiar!
Wayne frowned at Mona, she showed no awareness of being controlled; today she dared to sit on his lap, tomorrow she might dare to sit on his face.
If this went on, Wayne feared it might lead to the Thousand-Eyed Demon becoming suspicious.
This won’t do; I need to send a ssage to the Holy See.
This too clever mouthpiece often has ideas of her own and needs to be put in her place soon.
Two hours later, the Alchemy Array began to take shape.
Wayne used ntal communication to tell Mona to stop today’s work, saying it would take two days to complete the Alchemy Array.
It wouldn’t be done overnight.
Why are you working so hard on a subcontracted job?
“Co on, let’s fetch the bodies.”
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West District.
Mona’s car was parked by the side of the road, with Wayne sitting in the back, waiting for her to return.
The master is kind-hearted and cannot bear to see scenes of bloodshed.
Thus, while outsourcing the Alchemy Array task, he also outsourced the collection of sixty-six corpses.
Mona walked out of the apartnt carrying a large suitcase, tossed it into the trunk, and then took off her high heels to start the car.
“Master, the target has been dealt with, no traces left at the scene.
I forged her handwriting, leaving a letter about going on a trip out of town,” Mona reported to the rearview mirror.
ntioning the word ‘master’, Mona still felt a bit uncomfortable.
‘Bruce’, strictly following the undercover operation’s rules, still refused to reveal his identity even when it was clear, so she played along, and after saying it a few tis, it was not as embarrassing as in the beginning.
Wayne opened the file, and under the dim streetlight, he could make out the information of the Hell’s believer.
She was a minor actress, devoted to the Lord of Lust, one of the seven Demon Kings; her private life was a ss, as beautiful as a flower, with a heart of a viper.
She worshipped the Lord of Lust, maintaining her youth and beauty by consuming tangibles and intangibles of passion.
It sounded very Succubus-like, and indeed it was.
According to Mona, the Lord of Lust the young actress worshipped took the form of a Succubus.
A flower of Hell, she was both the leading lady and the madam, her creations born into the form of Succubi.
The young actress garnered youth and beauty, and the n who bedded her were dood, with the least afflicted becoming impotent and the worst shortened by ten years of life.
“A believer of Lust …”
Wayne glanced at the driving Mona, “A woman like her wouldn’t even rit a glance from my master if she were given away, but you are different, clean and pure.
Had I not tagged you, moulded you into my shape, my master would surely have taken you away.”
Was this an intelligence report or rely a search for conversation?
Mona cautiously probed, “What would my master’s master do with after taking away?”
“How would I know?
Can’t you think for yourself?”
Wayne snorted, “That’s it for tonight.
Send the box to Outpost Number Three, you can leave now.”
“Master, do you have any further orders?”
“Yes, you talk too much.
If your curiosity is still so insatiable, don’t co to see anymore.”
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“Why such a strong curiosity?”
The scene shifted to the cathedral, where Gunther, slightly reproachful, said, “Don’t do anything beyond your mission.
You’re an undercover agent, preserving your own safety is the first priority.
Once you’re exposed, the intelligence flow stops.”
Mona nodded; in the latter half of the evening, she had learned to be more reserved with her words.
“Additionally, you needn’t et with every night; it increases the risk of exposure.
If you have important intelligence, just contact via the radio,” Gunther waved his hand, signaling for Mona to leave in disguise and began to analyze the new intelligence.
The Thousand-Eyed Demon was looking for pure virgins, which brought to mind many wicked rituals.
Gunther couldn’t determine which one without enough information and couldn’t figure it out for the ti being.
‘Bruce’ had delivered so of the most important intelligence to the Holy See.
Based on this intelligence, Gunther analyzed that Bruce wasn’t highly regarded by the Thousand-Eyed Demon, so the information he could gather was very limited.
In the short term, the Holy See would have to rely on its own intelligence system to gather significant information.
Within Windsor, the Holy See’s intelligence system had two branches.
Gunther chose to work with the Liberty Mage Alliance; he had already made contact, and judging by the ti, it was the mont to keep the appointnt.
He left the cathedral alone, drove for more than ten kiloters, and entered an unremarkable tavern.
In a private room on the second floor, three old n had been waiting for so ti.
“Gunther, you are late,” Dean Plank was the first to speak.
“I’ve brought the latest intelligence…”
Gunther pulled out a chair and sat down, closed his eyes to sense his surroundings, confird that the soundproof barrier was up, then said, “What about you?
Have you identified ‘Bruce’s’ identity?
Is he a mber of the Liberty Mage Alliance?”
“Right now, he doesn’t seem to be.”
“Then put him on the target list; we’ll deal with him all at once,” Gunther said.
“No need to rush, we have decided to keep him around,” Dean Plank replied.
Plank touched the ancient silver coin in his hand, aware that there was such a genius who, given the right artifact, could perform corresponding Faith Magic.
Coincidentally, this genius had recently stopped the Blood Monarch’s descent on Dragonheart Island.
Thinking big, they gathered various odd artifacts afterward and employed Blood Magic.
It made sense and was entirely logical.
However, there was no need to inform Gunther about this.
They were not that close.
As for confirming whether Wayne was Bruce, soone else had already taken the job voluntarily.
Plank didn’t have the sa level of clearance to intervene.
As they discussed, next door in the adjacent private room, Austin, with a slicked-back haircut, was sitting on the sofa playing with the ancient silver coin.
“Bruce…”
“Wayne…”
Although not yet certain they were the sa person, Austin was eighty percent sure.
If possible, he’d be keen to deliver the intelligence to the Thousand-Eyed Demon.
Stop hiding; you’ve got an undercover!
Too bad he couldn’t deliver.
Austin hated Wayne, but never considered putting his life in jeopardy.
Whether it was through seduction or gifting gear from an old man, the goal was only to push Wayne out of the sight of his wife and daughter.
If Wayne really was Bruce, he wouldn’t mind holding him in higher regard.
“Quite similar, isn’t it?” Austin spoke slowly.
Behind him, Butler gan nodded, “Sir, he looks almost exactly like you.
Miss is kind-hearted.
If anyone is to inherit the Lando Family legacy, he would be the best choice.”
Austin’s eyelid twitched; it was precisely because Wayne looked so much like him that he disliked him.
Also, don’t bring up his precious daughter and a cent barrel at the sa ti; his heart couldn’t take it.
“Sir, when do you plan to start ntoring him?”
“He’s working for the Devil; whether he can survive a month is still in question.
Why should I waste my ti on him?” Austin closed his eyes, “Arrange the schedule.
In one month, if he is still alive, invite him to my business eting.”
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