The Legendary Mages no longer hesitated, they narrowed their encirclement and forced Planck to give up resistance. The latter, quite a rogue, simply laid down on the ground.
"Seal him, then have him lead the way."
At the same time at St. Paul Cathedral.
The crucifix hanging from the dome emitted a faint halo, and Archbishop Gunther sensed the anomaly right away. Suppressing the surprise in his heart, he began to calculate.
But he came up with nothing.
As a Golden Mage, this was clearly beyond his capabilities. Considering that the crucifix wouldn’t send a warning without reason, he quickly opened the Golden Rule Bible to contact the descent of an Angel.
Not just any Angel descended into the Holy Spirit Body, but also the reincarnated Angel, Wayne.
The Covenant Angel, upon receiving Gunther’s summons, descended into Renata. The Angel’s perception far exceeded Gunther’s, and quickly, guided by the crucifix’s indication, detected the anomaly at the Magical Department Headquarters.
Gunther: What, the Magic Department? That’s no problem, best if it’s blown up. The Pope himself likes that sort of thing.
The girl ’Renata’ spoke with an old-fashioned tone: "The crucifix signals a warning only when it senses the Devil. It’s a big affair. This is not just a catastrophe for Windsor but for the Holy See as well."
Gunther’s complexion turned grim: "I know, but what you don’t know is that because of last time’s event with driving away the Devil, the Royal Family has put pressure on the cathedral again!"
Renata fell silent, then after a while, said, "Let’s drive the Devil away first, we’ll talk about the rest later."
An Angel’s eyes saw only Devils and did not care about the Church’s interests on the God-chosen Continent. This was probably why the Pope had a love-hate relationship with Angels.
Gunther had no choice but to agree. He and Renata left first, heading straight for the Magical Department Headquarters.
Meanwhile, Artley contacted Mona by phone, mentioning key words like Magic Department and Devil. With the Devil’s formidable approach and the big scene stirring the crucifix, he told her to inform Wayne as quickly as possible.
Wayne was currently flirting on the river, employing all his learned tricks, charming Philomena to nearly forget her own surname, when he suddenly received Mona’s Telepathic Transmission. He stood up abruptly and looked in the direction of the Magic Department.
Philomena, listening to sweet nothings, found herself suddenly alone and nearly fell, but she stood up and grabbed Wayne’s arm: "What’s wrong, you look pale."
"There’s a scent of conspiracy..."
He glanced at Philomena: "Can you feel it, the Magic Department Headquarters has been sealed?"
The life and death of the Magic Department had nothing to do with the Moonlight Church. A bunch of rotten people, better off dead.
Philomena looked blankly into the distance, then shook her head: "It’s too far, I can’t perceive anything..."
As she said this, she curiously looked at her young boyfriend.
How do you know that, when you’re not even a Golden Mage?
Philomena believed the time was ripe. It was time for mutual pursuit and couple’s affection—Wayne was due to reveal some secrets.
"The one sealing the Magic Department is the Devil..."
Wayne did not say much. He directed the pleasure boat towards shore, ending the day’s date.
Philomena didn’t care about the Magic Department, but out of caution, she still had the twins accompanying her contact the Church outpost.
The Devil is on the prowl, everyone be on high alert!
The twins found a nearby phone booth and after trying, came back with grim expressions: "No one’s picking up, multiple phone numbers and no answer."
Wayne’s vigilance instantly soared to its peak. If both the Magic Department and the Moonlight Church outposts were unresponsive, what about the Naturalism Church, the Sun Church?
He stepped quickly into the phone booth, dialing two numbers. At the Naturalism Church, the office assistant spoke in a soft voice, while at the Sun Church outpost, some muscular coach spoke with tough assertiveness.
"Targeting only the Magic Department and the Moonlight Church..."
"The Moonlight Church again? Could it be that they’ve hit some bad luck recently?"
Wayne muttered to himself feeling that something was off. Without saying much, he hung up and contacted Austin. After several rings, he finally heard the other side’s voice.
After hearing Wayne’s account, Austin was extremely surprised: "Where did you get this information? Is it reliable?"
"Never mind if it’s reliable, the Devil is coming anyhow. The Magic Department’s been caught in a net. What can you do?"
"What can I do? As a Silver Mage, aside from having a bit of stinky money..."
Austin laughed lightly: "Go have a look at the Moonlight Church outpost, just look, don’t go in. As for the Magic Department Headquarters, I’ll send Megan to take a look. If she can’t handle it, all I can do is pray."
"May I ask, who do you pray to? What for?"
"I pray that Death’s footsteps be a little slower."
After hanging up, Wayne looked around but did not see Philomena and the twins; the three of them were already on their way to the Moonlight Church outpost.
He stepped quickly to the entrance of the alley, taking advantage of no one around, he leaped into the sewer and began a mad dash on horseback.
"Mona, where are you?"
Nine thousand five hundred words, asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month.
Double points during New Year’s, I beseech you for one.