By the way, in Wayne’s fantasy, the Goddess of Death was a history teacher, with long, straight black hair, a beautiful disposition, and a cool, strict exterior, hiding a tender heart that yearned for understanding.
With his devout faith, even if he truly believed in the Heavenly Father, the latter was only the principal of the school next door, and he wouldn’t get the Stigmata.
Life is tough, Wayne sighed. He did want to believe, but as he kept believing, the high and mighty goddesses suddenly switched to black stockings.
The Heavenly Father didn’t wear those; they went right over His head!
"Mister Wayne, look at this Holy Sword, passed down for three hundred years, embodying the lifelong faith of a Holy Knight, forged of mere iron but long since shaped into a Divine Artifact by his thoughts."
"Run-of-the-mill stuff, Mona, take it."
"Mister Wayne, what about this robe? It comes from the Papal State, and the identity of its owner can’t be traced, but it’s said to be what an Angel wore when descending to earth."
"That’s fine too, Mona, take it with you."
The St. Paul Cathedral, as the Holy See’s headquarters in Windsor, had a storage area ten times the size of Saint Dominic Cathedral, packed with countless treasures, each a rare gem.
Gunther reeled off the items as if listing his own possessions, not worried in the slightest about Wayne claiming them for himself.
They were all on the same side; taking them was part of the fight against the Devil, so go right ahead.
Although Gunther’s descriptions were very detailed and the treasures were indeed treasures, for Wayne, who had tasted the Golden Rule, these trinkets were hardly interesting. After roaming around three times, he found nothing that caught his eye.
But a thief never leaves empty-handed; not being able to use them didn’t mean he wouldn’t take them. He had Mona pack them up one by one to temporarily store at her place.
He planned to build a storage facility in a while, a place to keep the treasures he stumbled upon; it was best to hold onto them – they might come in handy later!
"Eh, what’s this area...?"
Wayne focused his gaze and discovered a new world.
Among the St. Paul Cathedral’s collection were Magic Tools from other churches. He immediately thought of the slate, searched and sensed around, and shook his head in disappointment.
The slate was not in St. Paul Cathedral.
But without the slate, there were other things – these six Sunstones looked good, a complete set.
Wayne remembered that the 15th of this month was Verily’s birthday, and he was worrying about a present besides stockings and pencil skirts. It was like finding a pillow when dozing off, so he didn’t hesitate to take them.
According to the disclaimer, all losses from the cathedral would fall on Gunther’s head.
If that was the case...
"Mona, this Moonlight Dagger, this Dark Magic Mirror, these seeds in the bottles and jars, pack them all up and take them."
Wayne, with a straight face, said: "These are Heretic’s Evil Instruments, the cathedral has stored these sinister objects for so long, ensuring they wouldn’t be tainted by evil spirits is hard. Although there are many choirboys here, with their excessive yang energy, we can’t sacrifice any more of them."
Take them all, he as an Angel would personally suppress them.
As he spoke, Wayne grabbed a handful of gemstones and stuffed them into his pocket, then after thinking for a moment, took two more handfuls and handed them to Gunther and Mona.
Sharing the blessings, bearing the sins together – he was an angel, and tonight, none of them were innocent!
Mona caught the gemstones with a puzzled face, looking at Gunther in astonishment as she saw the Archbishop silently slip them into his pocket, and she followed suit.
Mona: I’m learning from the Archbishop.
Gunther: A reward from the Angel.
"Mister Wayne, your identity is of great importance. I will contact the Papal State and send the message over as soon as possible."
Gunther followed Wayne out of the storehouse, "If it’s convenient for you, I’d like to schedule a time and arrange a private flight out of Windsor. In a more conducive country, I hope to have an Envoy from the Papal State meet with you."
"No meeting, I have a big mission, no time to meet them."
Wayne waved his hand and walked towards the back door of the cathedral. He could never meet with people from the Papal State, not even the Pope.
Mona hurried to catch up with her master and drove him home.
Watching the Angel’s retreating figure, Gunther slowly exhaled. No matter what, they had found the person.
This was a good thing!
"Gunther, about the Angel’s temperament..."
Artley emerged from the corner, having prepared food, but now it seemed like a wasted effort.
"It’s fine, there’s still Mona."
Gunther smiled faintly; he had known from the start that the Angel would not be easy to handle, hence why he had Mona enter into a contract with him. In terms of the outcome, everyone had a bright future ahead.
"But what about the Papal State, we can’t just not meet."
"I will have Mona sweet-talk them."
Artley: No one is going to get killed, right?
Gunther: Wouldn’t that be even better? The Pope himself would be happy, we’d all get promotions. You’d be an Archbishop before you know it."
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