Restarting the myth

Alex watched the Landau siblings leave and shook his head slightly. They were too enthusiastic. He was not suitable to deal with such people. ♦♦  ♦♦

"Why did you agree to form an alliance?"

Dusha kicked her brother: "That guy named Wayne is not honest. Don't talk to him anymore. You are not on guard at all, otherwise you will be sold out by him without knowing it."

Alex nodded. His sister was smart since she was young. She said Wayne was not honest, and she must be not honest.

"And that Veronica, the relationship between them is weird..."

Dusha kicked her brother again, frowned and didn't know how to describe it. She gestured a few times: "It's like siblings but not like siblings, it's very strange, maybe they are cousins!"

"What's the difference? Wayne protected his sister to become a saint, and Veronica is the real candidate. It's enough to know this."

Alex told his sister not to think too much. At least Wayne was right. This is Prussia. The six-member group will work together to clean up other candidates. If you don't want to be eliminated early, you must form an alliance.

The arrangement of the villa also proves this point. The headquarters hopes to see the fight escalate so as to decide the best saint.

"That's right."

Dusha nodded in agreement. With Prussia's powerful enemy approaching, the century-old friendship between Windsor and Frank is indestructible. The only way to go is to form an alliance.

"You can trust them in the early stage of the alliance, but forget about it in the later stage. Don't invest too much emotion and really treat the other side as a friend."

Dusha warned her brother, and then changed the subject: "Try to talk to Veronica more. Don't waste such a handsome face. If you can make her give up voluntarily, my chances of winning will be greater."

Alex smiled bitterly and looked more melancholy.

Before he could refuse anything, Dusha added: "And Wayne, he is too enthusiastic about you. After all, he is a Windsor. If you work harder, you may be able to take down both of them."

The smile on Alex's face froze. Now he was not melancholy, but depressed.

…

Speaking of the Landau siblings, Wayne returned to the living room, brewed a pot of black tea, and said while stroking his chin, “That guy named Alex is easy to deal with. Let’s talk a little more. If I sell him, he will have to count the money for me.”

Pah!

Veronica slapped the hand on her chin off and punched Wayne in the chest.

Wayne took the opportunity to pull her into his arms, but after a while, Veronica pushed him away with a red face.

“Don’t mess around, what if someone sees you?”

“That makes sense.”

Wayne nodded in agreement, and then pulled up his tiger skin: “But Teacher Senna said that you should listen to me obediently. You should do whatever I tell you to do. Come here and let your brother hug you.”

I’ll give you a punch!

As Veronica thought about this, her fist had already hit Wayne in the face.

Wayne covered his nose and hummed: "It's hard to become the Son of God. Even if Alex is as handsome as me, he is Dusha's bodyguard. Referring to his peaceful personality, he is also Dusha's thug, and his strength will be very strong."

Veronica turned her head and laughed secretly. Forgive her for being straightforward, Alex is much more handsome than social trash.

"What are you laughing at?"

Wayne rolled his eyes. What's the use of being handsome? He can only move one square at a time and can't get out of the range of the nine squares.

He is different. Sometimes he is a car, locking the target and stepping on the accelerator; sometimes he is a cannon, ignoring the impregnable defense line; sometimes he is a horse, moving and fucking.

"I'm not laughing..."

Veronica tilted her head and looked at the social trash. No matter how she looked at it, she couldn't find any advantages. She wondered why she liked this kind of stuff.

Forget it, anyway, I like it, so let it be.

"When I was chatting with Alex just now, I was observing Dusha. The little girl is very quiet, but she is a tough opponent. Don't talk to her if you have nothing to do, so as not to be deceived by her." Wayne reminded.

"Don't underestimate yourself. She can't be more deceiving than you."

"That's true."

"..."

You are still proud!

Veronica snorted coldly and punched Wayne in the face. Whether she was happy or not, this was her way of expressing intimacy.

It can be seen that Willy is really her good sister.

"I feel that Dusha is a tough opponent. Please allow me to use the beauty trick. Give me a month and I will let her give up her right to vote." Wayne said confidently.

"What about other candidates? Are you going to use this trick too?" Veronica taunted.

Wayne pondered for a moment and said seriously: "Let's see. If there is enough time, I may be able to take them all down..."

Bang!

As expected, he was punched.

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Time flies and it's March.

Being in the headquarters of the Church of Nature, Wayne restrained himself somewhat and did not dare to be too close to Veronica. The limited physical contact was maintained at the level of brother and sister.

The brother was responsible for provoking anger, and the sister was responsible for physical contact.

Wayne became friends with Alex next door, and had a good relationship with Dusha. He noticed Dusha's vigilance but ignored it, and continued to consolidate his sunny and warm big boy personality.

On this day, two postmen came into the manor and delivered letters and parcels to two villas respectively.

Wearing the thinking ring, Wayne stared at the postman in front of him with a pair of dead fish eyes. He was tall and strong with tendons, just like the big guy of the Church of the Sun.

The ring told him that the postman was none other than Senna, the teacher's teacher.

Coach, I want to learn this!

Wayne looked at the postman's pectoral muscles and was very greedy. He wanted this magic.

Akito doesn't tell secrets. If he learns this trick and dares to transform into Auston and go to find the queen, he will know if they are having an affair.

"The package comes from Lundam, just sign here."

The big postman winked at Wayne playfully, which made Wayne's balls ache. He hurriedly accepted the package and closed the door with a bang.

The postman smiled slightly and quickly left the manor.

From behind, the postman delivering letters to Villa No. 8 followed. The two looked at each other and each put away their disguises.

Senna is wearing a black robe and has a beautiful face. Facing her is a...

Mandrill.

The big monkey is tall and strong, with strong forelimbs and sharp claws. It has gray hair covering its whole body and the bright stripes on its face are particularly eye-catching.

"It turns out to be the Oracle High Priest Senna. Why, after the last failure, you have found a new goal?" The mandrill spoke human words, with a strange tone and a voice like a ghost.

Senna did not answer directly and said: "Great Prophet Tubie, it is a bit unexpected that you would be interested in the saint."

The Oracle High Priest is the top administrative executive at the headquarters of the Church of Nature. His status is second to the Pope and he has great power.

The Great Prophet is a high-ranking official in the Natural Church headquarters. His status is equivalent to that of the Pope. He has the right to speak but does not have absolute real power. His daily job is to convey God's will.

The gods here do not refer to the goddess of nature, but to the three subordinate gods of the goddess of nature.

The goddess of death has three subordinate gods and three agents, the observer, the judge, and the executor.

The same goes for the goddess of nature. Her three agents are the prophet, the dreamer, and the destroyer.

Referring to the names of Congshen, it is not difficult to find that the two goddesses are in direct opposition to each other. Even Congshen's responsibilities are very similar. They are mortal enemies.

By the way, in terms of status, the saint is not inferior to the pope and the great prophet. She listens to the oracles of the goddess of nature, and her duties are slightly superior to the pope.

However, after twenty years of change, the new person is helpless. Without fist power, there is no power. The power belonging to the saint has been controlled by the Pope and the oracle high priest for a long time.

The oracle high priest and the pope have a direct superior-subordinate relationship, while the saint and the great prophet are independent, which has a sense of separation of powers.

In fact, this is not the case. The Pope has great power and is qualified to mobilize all members of the Natural Knights except the leader.

The saint and the great prophet, the former conveys the oracles of the goddess, and the latter conveys the oracles of the three major agents. If they do not open their doors for three years and only open one sentence, they cannot check and balance the pope and have no power to check and balance the pope.

As a result, the person who checks and balances the Pope becomes the subordinate of the Pope, the oracle high priest.

There is only one pope, the top leader of the church, and the number of oracular high priests varies, with a maximum of no more than five. Because there is no change in the pope, the oracle high priests have to wait until the pope retires if they want to take over.

There are only two situations for a pope to retire, one is to go to the Kingdom of God, and the other is to run out of life.

The second type will not be considered, and only the first type will be considered. The current pope has been in office for a hundred years, claims to be in his prime, can serve the church for another hundred years, and insists on staying on earth.

Pope: I finally got to this position. I have only been sitting here for a hundred years, and my butt is still not warm. If I leave now, I have not endured it in vain!

Oracle High Priest: What do you mean, let us survive for another hundred years?

Don't worry about scarcity but worry about inequality. The principle is the same everywhere. When placed on the pyramid of power, there are many examples of fathers and sons killing each other, and brothers fighting against each other.

The kind of person who has been waiting for seventy years has a really good temper.

The oracle high priests could not get rid of the Pope, so they could only try their best to fight for power. Under the internal consumption of resources, the natural church could not be unified.

The power of the pope and the oracle-high priest has become huge, which will naturally squeeze the interests of the saint and the great prophet.

The saint gives it to her face to face, and she has no say in changing it every twenty years.

The Great Prophet can survive, because there is no talk of a change of leadership, and because his strength is unclear and he talks about it all the time, his position in the church is as stable as an old dog.

Senna didn't understand why the great prophet, who had never participated in the selection of saints, suddenly intervened. The old madman should not be eager for power.

One person and one monkey looked at each other for a moment, and Mandrill took the lead to break the calm: "The Pope has won the past few times. His power has reached its peak. He can win, but he cannot win all the time. This will affect the development of the church."

"It makes sense, I think so too." Senna nodded in agreement, curious about the strength of the two candidates in the Frank Division.

The Great Prophet never takes action, and the two candidates are definitely not simple.

"In addition, I received the oracle from the prophet. This time the selection of the saint is very important. The war on earth is about to begin. Unlike the last world war, this time there will be a real winner..."

Mandrill said gloomily: "Wars will lead to more wars. A major reshuffle will determine the future world situation, and the church will inevitably be involved."

"This is the case for our Church of Nature, the same is true for the allies of the Life Alliance, and this is even more true for the Heavenly Father's Church that has been dormant for many years. By then, the world will be full of devils..."

"The Pope cannot decide who the saint is. The war of faith is too dangerous. The church needs a saint with powerful talents."

Mandrill talks eloquently, and every sentence is based on the principle of justice.

Senna nodded repeatedly. As for her true thoughts... As long as the Great Prophet supports Veronica instead, she will support the Great Prophet.

Very true.

"Great Prophet, according to what you said, the war is about to break out. The Pope will not suppress his own realm. He is about to leave the world and go to the Kingdom of God..." Senna paused: "This should be possible, right? "

"That's right."

The mandrill affirmed: "The pope will not stay in the world for too long, unless he does not care about his own life. In the next few years, the church will re-elect the pope."

"So, who does the great prophet think is more suitable?"

"I think High Priest Senna is very suitable. You have paid a lot for the church, and you have extremely powerful strength. You are also a person favored by God and have dragon blood..." The mandrill boasted.

"Great prophet, who else have you said similar things to?"

"No, only you."

That means there is one more.

Let's make a bold assumption that all the oracle high priests have said it.

Senna smiled and nodded, and began to brag about business with the great prophet. The two finalized the alliance and reached an alliance relationship at the speed of light.

After the bragging, they turned around and left.

The contract written in black and white can still be torn up, but the verbal contract...

I can only say that it is better to have it than not. At best, it is a verbal promise, similar to paying back the money in a few days.

...

Villa No. 4.

Veronica was wearing an apron, preparing afternoon tea in the kitchen. Those who know about the cooking skills of a young lady know that it is just a few simple snacks, which will not kill people.

In comparison, Willie is simply a good wife, with superb cooking skills, and everything she cooks is delicious.

Teaming up with the good mother Chris, they just make up a good wife and good mother combination.

Wayne came to the restaurant with the package, and after opening it, a bottle of dragon blood came into view.

"Veronica, I have something good to show you."

"Wait a minute, wait until I kill these eggs..."

"???"

Wayne didn't understand, and didn't dare to say or ask. He silently hid the dragon blood in his sleeves and looked through the other things in the package.

Several books, several maps, a letter, two black tights, and a handbag full of magic gems.

Wayne spread out the tights and studied them. The black texture felt cold to the touch, and the fabric was suspected to be magic metal with excellent ductility. There were men's and women's styles, and he and Veronica just happened to have one each.

After opening the letter, the first line is a detailed description of the tight uniform.

Forged from sub-dragon scales, it has superior defense and elasticity, ensuring that the user will not burst completely when transforming into an elf or half-dragon form.

In addition, the tight uniform also has the ability to reshape thinking. The user can use his or her own thinking to change the appearance and turn it into daily clothing.

The biggest advantage is that it is resistant to high temperatures. When using dragon blood to purify blood, it will not be embarrassing to wear the uniform.

"Good stuff, Veronica just needs it."

Wayne quickly stuffed the two uniforms into the drawer and continued to browse the letter.

Senna is a senior executive of the church headquarters and a person who participates in formulating the rules. She is not unfamiliar with the selection of the saint. Not only is she not unfamiliar, she is also one of the question setters.

The letter explains the importance of several maps, tells Wayne the test questions, and several magic books are reference answers, so that Wayne and Veronica can master the above faith magic or divine arts as soon as possible.

Because the question was not only set by Senna, she dared not guarantee that she would pass the exam if she learned it. She could only say that, except for Wayne and Veronica, other candidates could not answer the questions she set.

"Good fellow, I have taught you the rules."

Wayne complained speechlessly, and his perception of Senna declined again. He was glad that the teacher did not become such a woman.

"It's strange. The teacher's dragon blood comes from Senna. She herself should not have much brains. Could it be that she also met her own Auston?"

"Asshole, who do you say has no brains?"

Veronica walked out of the kitchen with a plate and glared at Wayne fiercely. She heard it all. The social garbage was talking bad about her behind her back.

If you have the ability, don't eat the snacks she cooked by herself.

Wayne skipped the topic wisely, raised his hand to pick up the small snack with a unique appearance, and put it in his mouth to taste it slowly.

Sweet on the left, bitter on the right, no taste in the middle...

A piece of snack can actually taste three flavors. If you don't know, you would think Wayne is tasting perfume!

"How is it, is it delicious?"

"Well, it's almost as good as Willy."

Wrong answer.

Veronica punched Wayne in the face. She knew it wasn't delicious, but she had worked so hard for a long time. No matter whether it was delicious or not, Wayne could only say it was delicious.

"Although it's not delicious, I like it very much..."

Wayne picked up the plate and drank the snack, then licked the plate clean, and said with a painful face: "Take back what I said before, it's really delicious."

That's more or less!

Veronica snorted coldly, picked up the map and looked at it: "What are these, are they teaching materials for passing the level?"

"Almost, after all, we have someone above us."

Wayne put the letter away and walked quickly towards the basement: "Come with me, there is one more thing that cannot be revealed, so as not to be seen by the two guys next door."

Speaking of this, he was curious about what was in the package next door.

Seeing Wayne's solemn expression, Veronica quickly followed him, looking back at the plate that was licked cleaner than a dog, and her steps were slightly excited.

In the basement, Wayne turned on the wall lamp, pretended to draw a magic circle on the ground, and then turned back suddenly and opened the container of dragon blood.

Veronica's pupils shrank suddenly. She never expected that she would be calculated by social scum again.

Three times, three consecutive routines, she didn't defend once.

The flames swept down, and Veronica bathed in the flames without a trace, staring blankly ahead, and gave up thinking directly.

Wayne looked around and was amazed. It was worthy of him. After just a few days of taking care of her, the dragon blood girl grew strong.

The growth is gratifying, and the future is promising.

"Hey, I've been watching for a long time, why didn't you curse today?"

Wayne waited for a long time, but didn't hear the poor vocabulary, so he hurriedly urged. He knew that Veronica, who had evolved many times, could now speak.

"My mother told me not to reward you casually." Veronica cast a contemptuous look, as if looking at a wet garbage.

Teacher, what did you teach Veronica?

Auston is Auston, and students are students. How can you draw an equal sign!

Wayne looked depressed. Seeing Veronica's smug look, he snorted immediately, walked quickly to the living room, and took out the battle suit woven with Asian dragon scales from the drawer.

He put on the men's style, touched Veronica, and was not burned by the flames. He hugged her from behind openly.

"You, where did you get the clothes?"

Veronica's tongue twitched, and she moved her neck with difficulty. She looked down at Wayne's big pig's hoof, and then looked at the female combat uniform placed on the chair, and immediately figured out the origin.

The combat uniform was sent together with the dragon blood.

Veronica was furious, angry, and furious. After the third dragon blood enhancement, she could move her limbs, turn around in slow motion to knock down the social garbage, ride on it and start repairing.

"Pervert! Scum! Bastard! Trash!"

"Go to hell! Go to hell--"

The reward may be late, but it will never be absent, and it will even be doubled due to the delay.