Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 633 - 263: Goddess Envoy, Misty Sea_2

Power was not among them.

The fourteen Resentful Spirits, no matter how they were arranged, were bound to cause trouble; in the end, the influence would transform into power, and he would need to take responsibility for that power. Even thinking about it gave him a headache.

"Boss, have them patrol Lundan at night. Wraiths can hide in the thick fog and have no physical bodies, making them well-suited for this job," Mona suggested.

She understood the nature of her master. That was why Ah Bo’s job came about; rather than letting the Resentful Spirits idle, it was better to expand this team. After all, without tasks, the Resentful Spirits would become useless.

Besides, with so many women of different characters gathered together, not finding something for them to do would sooner or later lead to trouble.

By that time, if the team’s unity broke down, it would be difficult to manage.

Wayne accepted the suggestion and arranged the patrol duties. Remembering the mysterious person who attacked the Randao Family and the Hell Devil that coveted the Death Knight’s body, he indeed needed a night-time intelligence organization that covered Lundan.

It wasn’t good to always be on the defensive. He wanted to take the fight to the enemy’s doorstep.

"The task will be this: the twelve of them will split into two teams, responsible for patrolling at night; you two will collect intelligence. We’ll see how it goes after a while," he said.

"We will follow your commands." x2

"..."

Looking at Otilia, who had taken on the identity of a Resentful Spirit, a pang of sympathy flashed in Wayne’s eyes. This girl, who once chased after freedom, had after all lost it.

"Otilia, can I ask you out to a movie tomorrow?"

"Hmm..."

Otilia hesitated slightly, looking at the palm stretched out before her, raised her hand to grasp it, and nodded firmly.

He was a good person, after all!

That night, Wayne stayed over at Mona’s house. Recently, the heavy workload made him realize ever more how indispensable his secretary was.

Just like Butler Philark.

Austin carrying Megan everywhere wasn’t without reason.

By the same token, considering his relationship with Mona, Wayne believed that there must be something between Austin and Megan; it was just that Old Login stubbornly denied it.

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Somewhere in Lundan, a Magic Department stronghold.

The desolate land bore warning signs of a military research institute, and a fully armed squad was stationed around it.

From the captain to the soldiers, no one knew the details of the research institute; they only knew that the garrison changed every three years and scrutiny was strict. This research site held an extremely important strategic value.

The barren ground, overgrown with weeds, concealed a Magic Fortress that extended deep underground, with a complex network of passages and layers of barriers sealing it, obscure to both sight and understanding.

Invisible threads spread from this center, encompassing the entire underground of Lundan—looked at from the opposite perspective, these threads enveloped the whole of Lundan.

In the darkened study, a slender man rested with his eyes closed. Apart from the desk in front of him, the room was overwhelmed with bookshelves, and tens of thousands of volumes covered numerous beliefs, including some obscure faiths that had been eradicated from the God-chosen Continent long ago.

Allen Woodson.

There were three deputy ministers in the Magic Department: Obu, Ivette, and Allen.

The first had already died and would not be discussed further; the second was highly trusted by the Queen; the third, Allen, lived a secluded life, hardly ever appearing in the Magic Department.

They all shared one trait in common: they came from the Tulip Family.

Allen was charged with an important duty: to watch over the fog of Lundan, prevent the haze from spreading uncontrollably, avoid the creation of confused Magical Beings, and avert Lundan’s downfall into ruins.

This demanding, energy-consuming job weighed heavily with responsibility and was thankless, a perfect fit for someone of Allen’s subdued and no-nonsense character.

But was a Legend, a Legendary Mage who believed in freedom; how could he be just a simple, honest man?

Relative to his peers, Allen only seemed more honest by contrast.

Moreover, Allen was only responsible for overseeing the Lundan fog. The true control did not lie in his hands. Allen agreed to the thankless work solely because the Queen had offered him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

Suddenly, a dense aura of darkness spread in the study, interrupting Allen’s rest and causing him to frown deeply.

The visitor stepped through a door of darkness, cloaked in a Black Robe that covered the entire body, with an indiscernible presence like transparency yet possessing an all-encompassing void—it was peculiar.

This was Darkness!

"Mr. Allen, how have you considered my proposal?"

"Not well. Although you are an envoy of the Dark Goddess, your words lack proof. Why should I believe a random person and betray my own country?" Allen replied without turning around.

"I’ve already said, you wouldn’t be betraying your country; you would just be making a choice for your future," the Black Robe figure replied calmly. "Twilight Deadlock is under the control of a false Knight, but you, you are the true Dark Knight; you have the right and the duty to reclaim it."

"Just because I master the magic of Dark Faith, I become a Dark Knight?" Allen chuckled softly.

When he first met the person who claimed to be the envoy of the Dark Goddess and learned this news, Allen admitted he was tempted.

To become a God-chosen Knight was something to excite anyone who heard it.

But such happiness came too suddenly, too inexplicably; without a single warning sign, Allen, after calming down, suppressed his desire, stating he needed to consider it more.

The Black Robe figure provided too little information, for instance, never mentioning who the false Knight was, causing Allen to feel his intelligence was being underestimated.

He couldn’t resist the temptation of becoming a Dark Knight; the bait was too alluring, but it was precisely because of the Dark Knight’s formidable power that he knew well the dangers lurking behind it. Until everything was made clear, he would not agree.