Capítulo 1604: Chapter 511: From Death Knight to Death Knight_4 “Also, Saine, they just want to repay kindness, no other intentions…” “Small-minded, I’ll sneak to the hall later and hold your little hand!” Wayne flipped the bird upwards and leisurely returned to Grew’s palace, where he pulled out books related to curses from the study to read. This time, Aztemo didn’t interfere, instead offering existing knowledge. As long as Wayne studies diligently and makes progress every day, he’ll have whatever he desires, and she’ll personally accompany him to read. Sounding quite interesting, Wayne couldn’t resist; he saw the history teacher he’d been dreaming about in a one-on-one lecture at The Eternal Hall. Fair-skinned, beautiful, with a pleasing temperament, and wearing red-bottom black high heels. He had been waiting for this day for a long time. Lundan, Buckingham Palace. In the back garden, Michael donned a white robe with gold trim, putting up a sun umbrella, and relaxed on a beach chair reading a book. Beside him were the Holy See clergy, led by Risa, busy flipping through files, organizing documents, and compiling outlines of the plot, all flustered and frantic. Every now and then, Risa would take time out of their busy schedule to praise Michael, saying things like how hard it is for the Vice-Regent to write the Bible. The more Michael looked at Risa, the more favorable they seemed; if it weren’t for the latter’s Seven Virtues demeanor, he’d have already absorbed her into his ranks as Vice Commander of the Michael Angel Legion. Wayne brought Secretary Mona to the back garden, waved his hand signaling Risa and others not to salute; he, as the Saint Heir, disliked the religious and feudal systems, advocating that everyone is born equal. After speaking, he made Michael get up from the chair. “What kind of level is this, even I, the Saint Heir, don’t have a seat, and yet you brazenly lie there.” Wayne lay on the beach chair, lazily stretched, snapped his fingers, and the secretary began to massage his shoulders. Squinting his eyes, he hummed in satisfaction, feeling quite at ease. Michael stood next to him with a foul expression; rank suppresses people, and the Vice-Regent had no qualification to snarl at the Saint Heir, yet resentful, he decided to later seek trouble with Pride and Felster. Isn’t there a need to share memories? Well, here’s a section to share. “My Kingdom of Heaven Vice-Regent, the one close to divine, strongest angel, right hand of the Divine Throne, the honorable Michael, how’s the progress of the Bible compilation?” Wayne adeptly spoke, having figured out the process of faith. That’s right, it’s me, Michael deserves to be so magnificent! Michael couldn’t resist the praise from the Saint Heir, gradually straightened his back, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled upwards, a smile that couldn’t be suppressed. Whenever the Saint Heir spoke, the Vice-Regent felt comfortable. He immediately bowed and said: “Lord Son of the Holy, the last chapter of Revelations is polished, and the other sections are being sorted out; do you want to approve Revelations?” “No need, I was just asking, once the final product is out I’ll return it for rewrites.” Wayne waved his hand, his scoundrel-like expression was exceedingly annoying. Michael looked disgusted, but chose to let it go considering Wayne frequently spoke blunt truths. “By the way, my Vice-Regent, why haven’t you asked about the affairs in Hades?” “You’ve returned safely, no need to inquire further.” Michael slightly shook his head, seeing Wayne displeased, had no choice but to ask: “My Lord Son of the Holy, was your Hades journey smooth?” “It was alright, the Goddess of Death is already one of us.” Michael’s expression turned odd; what exactly does ‘one of us’ mean, could you clarify? The Saint Heir’s journey deep into Hades, even sacrificing themselves to exorcise demons and protect the path, will surely be included in future propaganda; if not explained clearly, there’s a risk of wrongfully portraying associates. Michael wanted to ask but feared giving Wayne an opportunity to show off, feeling torn and bored. After hesitating for a while, he said: “With your strength, Hades is within easy grasp; why did it take ten days?” “It initially required three days, subsequent study and further training delayed it by a week…” Wayne squinted back. Aztemo offered some intriguing knowledge which caught Wayne’s interest, adhering to the mindset of hard work offsetting mediocrity, he didn’t use the Book of Greed for an easy grab but attended seven days of tutorial classes with the history teacher. The source of thɪs content is novel✶fire.net At the start, Aztemo wasn’t very willing, holding up the goddess posture, only consenting to wearing high heels. Due to the longing for the faith from their dependents, they gradually wore smart suits and white shirts, the last two days included black stockings, a teaching whip, and glasses. Aztemo adapted amusingly quickly, which completely baffled Wayne. It’s known that Saine, far weaker in strength and will than Aztemo, held out quite a while longer; Aztemo’s shift from Goddess of Death to history teacher took merely seven days. Or perhaps even shorter, the moment she donned high heels she willingly accepted the role of a dependent. It could only be said, a goddess is indeed a goddess, understanding that struggling was futile, straightforwardly skipping ineffective steps, stern towards others, yet even sterner towards themselves. Too stern, Wayne prudently decided not to provoke, promptly swallowing the unmastered knowledge and ending the tutorial session decisively. Just as Sukra summed up from experience, Wayne’s shameless nature preferred unruly stubbornness; if they laid down, he would instead maintain a respectful distance. Upon returning to the Mortal World, Wayne conveniently brought along the senior team from the Death Church. The Pope and Great Prophet are two white-bearded old men, Legends chosen by Grew after a long search; at Wayne’s request, Laisha was designated to resume her former occupation. The current Holy Maiden Sukra successfully resigned, having labored for the church half her life, finally enjoying a long-awaited break. For the rest of her days, she needs only relax and read books or snack. Living in Wayne’s house, spending Wayne’s money, without having to submit, delightful indeed. Now, the person is already lounging in the Dark Saintess Manor, sealed by the sofa, motionless, eyes squinted with immense pleasure. Wayne had Mona arrange a grand villa elsewhere for the current Death Holy Maiden Laisha, according to his wishes; though Sukra had resigned, her essence belonged to Death, thus she should ideally move in with her instructor Laisha. Sukra refused outright, opting to move the sofa into the bedroom rather than living with family. Firstly, the family doesn’t understand, only disciplining layabouts to go out and work; secondly, the Dark Saintess Manor is full of plot lines; Dreyne and Vizi’s bickering alone offered plenty of amusement, perfect for passing time, far better than watching the teacher’s bitter face. The two old men weren’t managed by Wayne, tossing them the Philosopher’s Stone, placing Lundan as the future headquarters of the Death Church, allowing them to start from scratch, better to sooner raise the roomful of the Death Church. Aztemo became Wayne’s dependent, no need to fear polluted knowledge, earthly beliefs bear no effect anymore, but Wayne promised her future freedom, hence for the long run, the Death Church reconstruction is necessary. Wayne narrated the Death Church situation; Michael showed no interest, indifferent and causal, deeming it inconsequential, not a concern even if it became a trend. “By the way, inform Hell’s Pride, there’s a Nature Goddess spy on their side.” Wayne instructed: “Night Monarch Setoras is by the Nature Goddess, you should remember this devil, ask Pride to be cuffed and not dispose them, just be watchful.” Michael furrowed his brows: “Who is Setoras, does Hell have this devil?” The standard response from Pride, Wayne waved dismissing it. After lazing on the recliner for a while, he got up, wrapped an arm around Mona’s slender waist heading towards Dark Saintess Manor, having recuperated for ten days, phew, the historic teacher’s tutorial done; it’s time to petition the principal about the upgrade!