Chapter 112 The Lord of Greed, the Seven Demon Kings
On the other side, in the basement of the library.
Quinton is wrapped around a stake by vines, and to prevent him from resisting, Darcy plants a mushroom above his head.
The fungus will continuously drain the prisoner's physical strength. It is a simple and efficient sealing method. It cannot be said to be very clever, but it is definitely practical.
Wayne sat in a corner of the basement, took out a white handkerchief from his coat pocket, and covered his mouth and nose.
He thought this action was very girly, but the housekeeper Fula strongly insisted that asking means elegance. With Fula's insistence, he followed it and developed a habit.
Darcy fed Quinton a mouthful of hallucinogenic fungi, and because the latter was not a human being, he specially increased the dose.
One question, one answer, and Quinton was stunned.
Quinton is a biologist in the natural science category of Jianhe University. He is not a magician trained in the system. He has a rough sense of combat and can only control insects to launch insect sea tactics.
Everything he learned, including alchemy books and evil statues, came from a mysterious man.
According to Quinton, the mysterious man wore a suit and leather tie, and looked like a standard social elite. His appearance was nothing outstanding and was very vague. He could no longer remember it clearly.
The thread ends abruptly.
"He was just a puppet and was being used."
Darcy sorted out the information on hand and frowned: "The belief in the evil god has nothing to do with our Natural Church. The one who should have a headache is the Holy Father."
That's true, but I fought all night, traveled long distances, and rushed to rescue people. The other party wanted to take people away without giving any indication. How could it be that easy!
"Nonsense!"
Wayne glared at Darcy: "It's because there are too many people like you who care about nothing, which creates a breeding ground for chaos. Our beliefs may be different, but the things we protect are the same." Yes, don’t think like this again.”
Darcy nodded, and whatever the leader said was whatever he said.
"My teacher often teaches me this. If you can't tell who is righteous and who is evil, then protect the good. I have always believed in this." Wayne said with a straight face.
"Who is Muji's teacher?"
Darcy was very curious as to which powerful senior could train a powerful and righteous magician like Wayne.
"She serves at the Lundan headquarters and is the high priest."
"..."
Darcy was silent. The leader was wronged. If his teacher were a high priest, he would never be satisfied with an ordinary first-level priest.
There is no gold plating here, it is clearly to avoid suspicion!
Darcy corrected his attitude again, and Wayne nodded with satisfaction: "I will work overtime tonight to get the report out, and contact the Lundan headquarters tomorrow morning to send the report as soon as possible."
Wayne admired Darcy's hairline very much. He looked like he was a pure-blooded Windsor, and he thought he was an expert at staying up late to catch up on reports.
"Master Muji, I have contacted Lundan headquarters."
"Oh, what do you say over there?"
"The headquarters is waiting for a reply from the Holy See. If nothing unexpected happens, the prisoner and the statue of the evil god will be handed over tomorrow."
In other words, the headquarters is still pushing, and it can be given, but not for free.
Wayne nodded. The statue of the evil god revealed its weirdness and was a hot potato. He didn't care, but it was hard to tell the other magicians in the stronghold. If they were sent out early, everyone could have a good sleep.
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Early the next morning, the literary girl Otilia came uninvited and read books in a corner of the library.
It can be seen that she really likes reading, and she is happier than anything else by immersing herself in the ocean of knowledge.
Otilia is not the most beautiful one Wayne has ever seen, but she is undoubtedly the purest, like a lily that has not been contaminated by the world. People can't help but want to hold it in their mouths to prevent the delicate flower from being blown by the wind. Rain hits.
Because of her outstanding appearance and temperament, a boy would stop and strike up a conversation from time to time. Wayne shook his head and asked someone to bring Ottilia into the office, allocate money to buy a desk, and stop reading outside in the future.
Wayne's idea was very simple. Even if he didn't reach such a good cabbage, it would still rot in the vegetable field.
Otilia cast a grateful look at Wayne and sat alone in a corner, a world of her own.
After yesterday's surprise inspection, none of the civil servants dared to be late anymore, and the latest one arrived at the office ten minutes early.
At nine o'clock, Bishop Keith came to the library and invited Wayne to visit the university town.
Wayne readily agreed. University Town was one of his goals in coming to Jianhe County. Recently, the smell of copper on his body was getting stronger and stronger. He wanted to try to be influenced by the literary and artistic atmosphere to see if it could improve it.
By the way, to change Veronica's appetite, here are some more literary diaries.
He thought of the bridge on the Cam River, Cambridge, also known as Cambridge.
"Is it the first time that Pastor Wayne has come to Jianhe County?"
"Yes, I have a high regard for literature, so I submitted an application to the headquarters. Jianhe County is my first choice for a post." Wayne started telling lies and never missed any opportunity to establish his character.
It’s all awkward chatting anyway, so why not say more nice things to yourself.
As expected, Keith highly praised Wayne's pursuit of literature. The bishop was also a good person and did not continue to delve into the topic of literature. He expressed his willingness to act as a tour guide and introduce Wayne to the university town of Jianhe.
The University of Cambridge is the second oldest university in Windsor, with a long history and dozens of colleges scattered throughout the city.
These dozens of colleges are highly autonomous, have independent enrollment indicators, and compete with each other. They are collectively called Jianhe University.
The president of Cam River University is only symbolic. He only appears at major celebrations, such as attending graduation ceremonies and issuing degree certificates, and rarely intervenes in university affairs.
Therefore, there are as many deans as there are colleges, and they are responsible for the governance and administrative work of the college. They are the real ones with real power.
For example, Bishop Keith, who is the honorary dean of the seminary.
"With your devout faith and accomplishments as a bishop, you are actually just an honorary dean?" Wayne was surprised.
Keith shook his head, not sure whether Wayne really didn't know or was pretending to be stupid, and continued following the topic: "The Holy See and the royal family have signed an agreement, which allows the seminary to be retained, but cannot teach the divine arts. Dean Julian said His theological attainments are more suitable than mine.”
Wayne nodded, as expected of a veteran royal family with powerful methods.
The two of them walked back and forth, and Keith, as if on purpose, brought Wayne to the door of the seminary, and by chance, he bumped into Dean Julian head-on.
Julian is a tall, slim man with a well-fitting suit. He is a theological researcher, not a magician.
When I saw Keith, I immediately grabbed the other person's wrist, as if seeing a savior: "Keith, you are finally here. What I told you last time..."
Halfway through his words, Julian looked at Wayne: "Who is this gentleman?"
"This is Mr. Wayne, not an outsider. He is a very close friend of mine. It doesn't matter if you continue."
"..." Seeing the two of them singing and harmonizing, Wayne shrugged and stood aside to listen.
Some time ago, strange graffiti appeared in the university town, scattered in every corner. The graffiti was chaotic and purposeless, and did not attract attention at first. It was not until graffiti appeared inside the seminary that it attracted Julian's attention.
Studying theology will inevitably focus on the enemies of the Father. Julian keenly noticed that graffiti was related to the evil gods of hell, and immediately got in touch with Keith.
Not long after the strange fog appeared, Keith paid close attention to it, and the investigation went nowhere, leading to the unexpected encounter between the two today.
Wayne nodded secretly, confirming that Keith had already grasped the whereabouts of the Thousand-Eyed Demon, and inviting Darcy to South Jianhe County to investigate was not just a whim.
The old guy is wilted and bad. If Darcy can't do it, he will give it up and find me to be his new cannon fodder!
Wayne figured out the cause and effect, found an excuse, and planned to leave.
It's not that he doesn't want to help, it's that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. No matter how suppressed the Heavenly Father's Church is by the royal family, its own physical strength is there.
The 'gods' in God's Choice Continent have nothing to do with the goddesses. They refer to the Heavenly Father and the Creator. He is the only god.
"The Thousand-Eyed Demon is one of the seventy-two demon kings of hell..."
Keith began to talk about the belief in the evil god of hell. Wayne did not rush to speak and listened quietly. After a while, he asked: "Bishop Keith, I have seen believers in blood in Lundan. This evil god of blood is in hell." What’s the status?”
"The Blood Monarch, also known as the Blood Tyrant, is one of the seventy-two demon kings..."
"The demon kings may be strong or weak, and each has its own territory. They attack each other, and there are constant wars between them."
"The Blood Tyrant can only be considered a mid-range among demon kings, but his father is very scary!"
Keith solemnly said: "His father is one of the seven deadly sins corresponding to the seven archangels, one of the seven demon kings at the top of hell, the demon king of wealth and greed, we generally call him the Lord of Greed."
Wayne: (一`一;)
Lord of what?
Wayne subconsciously glanced at the Book of Greed in his body. Is there a possibility that his golden finger is related to the demon god in charge of greed and desire?
The Book of Greed rolled his big eyes and expressed dissatisfaction with Wayne's guess. What kind of class dares to use the same title as us, go to hell and swallow him.
It is impossible to go to hell, and Wayne cannot go to hell in this life.
He would rather get under the goddess's bed!
Wayne's interest was aroused and he asked Bishop Keith to elaborate on the Seven Demon Kings, especially the Lord of Greed.
"Pride, jealousy, rage, sloth, greed, gluttony, lust, the seven devils of hell, the beginning of all original sin." Julian took over the topic. His attainments in theology far exceeded Bishop Keith, and he mentioned the evil god of hell. Faith, he is more professional.
"The Lord of Greed lives in the golden kingdom of hell, tempting people to fall with money and power. His magic is pervasive. As long as money and power exist in the world, he can never be eliminated."
"The symbols of the Lord of Greed are the crow and the fox..."
Julian taught Wayne every science, from greed to arrogance, from rage to laziness, from jealousy to gluttony, each one in great detail.
Wayne: "..."
So, as for lust, why don’t you mention this?
Wayne didn't mean anything else. It didn't matter to him. The important thing was that his friend wanted to hear it.
In addition, if the seven demon kings exist in the concept of law, he combined with reality and guessed that lust is the most powerful existence among the seven demon kings.
"Lastly, lust."
Julian swallowed, his throat was dry because he had been covering science for too long, but looking at Wayne's eyes full of curiosity, the dean felt that he needed to continue talking.
"Ahem!"
Bishop Keith clenched his fist and coughed lightly, saying to the point, the deviation was too serious.
Julian patted his head and returned to the original topic, explaining the Thousand-Eyed Demon to Wayne in detail.
"The Thousand-Eyed Demon is half human and half insect, with thousands of legs and thousands of eyes. According to the book, cultists who believe in the Thousand-Eyed Demon can extract the souls and thoughts of others, and turn their power into For your own use..."
Want to hear lust!
Wayne glared at Keith angrily and waited for a long time. As he talked about the most terrifying and evil one among the seven demon kings, an interruption brought him back to the Thousand-Eyed Demon.
Let's put the facts and be reasonable. What's so scary about a thousand legs? What's really scary is two legs. Throughout the ages, black and white, I don't know how many heroes have fallen at this level.
Having said that, Wayne couldn't help but have some interest in the Thousand-Eyed Demon. He could extract the souls and minds of others and use them for his own purposes. It looked so cool.
I'm curious, can you extract the four elements from other people's bodies?
Wayne remembered that Plank said that during the Silver Cross stage, magicians still need to obtain the four elements through meditation to strengthen their own life essence.
When he was in the six-pointed star stage, the four elements he consumed were extremely exaggerated. In the silver cross star stage, he must have only consumed a lot more. That picture is scary when you think about it.
If followers of the Thousand-Eyed Demon can extract the four elements from other people's bodies, Wayne, the good god, would not mind paying homage to him.
"The symbols of the Thousand-Eyed Demon are centipedes, millipedes, and centipedes, which lurk in dark and humid areas. His followers also possess the characteristics of these insects, hiding in the dark and never exposed to the light..."
In the middle of Julian's words, Bishop Keith took over the topic: "The same goes for this insect plague incident. If I guess correctly, the black magician last night was not the mastermind, he was just a pawn being used."
Keith had captured a few similar chess pieces before, but the movement was not as big as Quinton's.
There is a mysterious existence hidden in Jianhe County. It can be regarded as Keith's old rival. However, the opponent knows everything about him. He doesn't even know what the opponent looks like or which evil god he believes in.
It wasn't until he dug up the statue of the Thousand-Eyed Demon that Keith basically confirmed the other party's belief. He looked at Wayne with stern eyes and solemnly issued an invitation.
"The power of the Holy See in Windsor is very weak. I hope to get help from the Natural Church. Pastor Wayne, maybe our beliefs are different, but the things we protect are the same. You are a powerful person." Silver Master, I hope to get your help." Bishop Keith became more and more excited as he spoke.
Wayne: (_)
Sounds familiar. He just told Darcy last night that he suspected that Darcy had installed a camera in the basement of the library.
"I can help you, but I will not participate in the investigation. I am only responsible for arresting people. All actions have nothing to do with my status as the pastor of the Natural Church." Wayne first drew a clear line.
Keith was overjoyed.
"Also, since we are participating in the operation as mercenaries, let's not talk about justice."
Wayne stretched out his hand and spread it out in front of Bishop Keith as a matter of course: "Be realistic, what's your price?"
Akito doesn't tell secrets. He is obsessed with the tricks of attracting people and is very interested in the believers of the Thousand-Eyed Demon. However, this is not enough. Directly agreeing will make him look naive and easy to deceive.
When doing business, fame and fortune must be equal. Don't be shy when asking for money.
"..."
Any request can be satisfied. Is it possible that if Wayne wants the cathedral's treasured relic, he also wants to give it to him?
There is no such truth, the beliefs are all different.
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Nine thousand words, please give me a monthly pass at the end of the month. If I don’t ask for it, I won’t get it.
(End of chapter)