420: Chapter 193 Heavenly Father’s Court Welcos Epic Level Weakening_3 420: Chapter 193 Heavenly Father’s Court Welcos Epic Level Weakening_3 Gentle, kind, beautiful and magnanimous, exceptionally smart, she would never believe the nonsense of societal trash, willingly letting herself be tricked into the garbage can as a al on the plate.
After taking a couple of steps, Veronica realized Wayne hadn’t followed, and she looked his way curiously.
“Those two guys must be after , let go see what they’re up to.”
Wayne explained, “I should take care of the rough stuff, rember to take a bath when you get back, you stink, not sweet anymore.”
Every sentence precisely provoked Veronica’s anger, not a single word used correctly.
Veronica turned her head and walked away, but after two steps, she stopped again.
“Wayne, is this what Mister Lando taught you, and what I can’t learn?”
“You can learn, he just doesn’t want to teach you.
I’m different, I know it even if he doesn’t teach .”
Wayne finished patiently, then gently said, “Hurry back, the scene is too ugly, it affects the glorious image of in your heart, I don’t want you to see this.”
Veronica laughed and left, her head held high, not sure for whom she was being proud.
Wayne’s deanor suddenly changed, and with a cold gaze, he walked towards the deck, “What did I say?
There’s a traitor in the Magic Departnt, these people can’t withstand the test, even the Imperial Envoy’s movents are leaked, wait until I return to the capital to report to Old Buddha, I will pull you all out and have you all killed.”
At this mont, two petty thieves boarded the lifeboat, paddling and wandering on the sea.
Their mission was to sabotage the cruise ship to delay the arrival of the investigating team, giving the Snow Family ti to destroy the evidence.
Opposing the Queen was impossible; the Queen could easily squash the Snow Family with a single hair from her thigh—they didn’t have the courage or the strength.
“The plan is going smoothly, let’s get back and get paid, and live it up for a while.”
“Aren’t you leaving Windsor with the boss?”
“Forget it, he’s already in a ss, maybe he can find sothing to eat and a place to stay in Frank, but we have nothing, I helped him this last ti on the Queen’s behalf, that’s loyalty enough.”
“Right, let’s go to the Republic of Ireland, I’ve heard the Church’s word is law there, and the boys are very open.”
“Hehehe —” x3
“Eh, why are there three sounds?”
“Maybe an echo…”
Can there be an echo out on the sea?
x2
The two of them exchanged glances and simultaneously pulled out their pistols, searching for the source of the sinister laugh, then saw a figure walking on the water towards them.
Black pants, white shirt, especially conspicuous under the moonlight.
Without another word, they aid their guns and fired.
Boom!
The sea churned violently, and their lifeboat, fragile as a dry leaf, was rcilessly overturned by the waves, becoming a coffin board that pressed them down into the deep sea along with a series of bubbles.
“Thank you very much for your help, otherwise the one ssing up the engine would have been .
I’m a kind-hearted person, I don’t like to do bad things; I was just about to struggle to death.”
Wayne put one hand over his chest as a sign of respect, the stable magic power beneath his feet dissipated, and his body rapidly sank, falling into the water.
Splosh!
A burst of white foam exploded, waves tossed, splashing in all directions.
The Undead Warhorse leapt out from the sea, exhaling purple flas from its nostrils, treading the waves at an astonishingly fast pace.
Under the moonlight, the grey cloak of the Death Knight fluttered, and the remnants of Death Essence spread across the sea’s surface, calming the waves, leaving behind a silence as still as death.
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In a certain sea area of the Irish Sea, a cargo ship marked with Windsor Shipping Company lay quietly afloat.
The engines were shut down, the propellers motionless, and all the lights were extinguished.
It was like a ghost ship, utterly silent.
Directly below the cargo ship.
A ten-ter-wide sphere of air was slowly sinking.
Several figures, evidently Mages, pushed out with both hands, resisting the surrounding pressure by manipulating the flow of water.
In the center stood a man holding a briefcase, its black cover crossed by white skeletal arms, and in the very center of the cover, set a white face that bore a strong resemblance to Hell.
The man’s na was Guy, a Golden Mage, and the highest-ranking official of the Death Church in Frank.
He acted under the command of the Death Knight, or more precisely, the Death Knight had relayed the Goddess of Death’s Divine Decree, ordering Guy to seal the Obelisk and bring it back to the Paris Underground Great Tomb.
Divine Decree above all, Guy imdiately set out, hijacked a ship from Windsor Shipping, and ca to the designated sea area.
Logically, this was not Guy’s job.
The Death Church had a highest-ranking official in Windsor, Guy’s colleague, the Golden Mage Sebastian.
Recently, Sebastian had gone missing.
For the ti being, let’s say he’d gone missing—anyway, that’s what the Death Knight said.
The Knight had been sowhat hysterical lately, now saying Sebastian had disappeared, now claiming to have been impersonated, and then saying Sebastian had been killed by him, restless and very much disturbed.
Living in the Underground Great Tomb with the Knight, Guy was panicked, fearing that one day the Death Knight might suddenly claim his life, so he swiftly obeyed the order and entered Windsor.
He had everything planned.
After sealing the Obelisk, he would have one of his underlings take the Sealing Book back to Paris, and he would stay in Windsor, taking over Sebastian’s estate, requesting a transfer from the headquarters.
No one could stand against the Death Knight.
The Underground Great Tomb was strong, and having him as a Golden Mage was not important.
On the other hand, Windsor, with its advantageous location, had seen the Life Alliance growing increasingly fierce in recent years.
Sebastian, an incompetent, was unable to spread the Goddess’s radiance and ought to be replaced by soone more capable, like him.
That way, not only could he avoid the deranged Death Knight, but he could also take over Sebastian’s legacy for a tidy profit.
Winning twice in a row would be perfect.
“Lord Guy, we’re almost at the seabed, a hundred ters down, and all is well,” said one of the n.
“Well done.
If the Knight Lord is pleased, there will be great rewards for you all,” Guy said offhandedly as he peered through the darkness of the deep sea, spotting a dim golden glow.
This task is too easy.
Guy could not fathom why Sebastian had failed such a simple mission.
“He’s not a fool.
Maybe it’s because the location of the target’s last appearance was too close to Lundan…”
Guy found an excuse for his colleague.
This ti would be different; they were a considerable distance from Lundan.
All set!
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