Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 430 - 197 Succubus

The black sedan headed towards the Snow Family estate, with two other sedans trailing behind.

Wayne didn’t care; if they caught up, it was best to apprehend someone red-handed, so no one could accuse Lord Wayne of framing anyone, tarnishing his untarnished reputation.

The cars slowly left the urban area, with the road becoming a bit rough.

Wayne took the opportunity to scoot closer to Veronica, using the bumpy road as an excuse, much to Veronica’s teeth-gritting annoyance.

She didn’t say anything and just tolerated it silently.

She also gave herself credit for her wit.

Had she not been cautious and intervened beforehand, just at that last bump, Mona would have ended up in Wayne’s lap.

Pah, shameless!

Ten minutes later, the sedan stopped in front of a church. Under Veronica’s urging, Wayne opened the car door without any rush and took out a map to study.

Fasker City’s urban district wasn’t large, compared to Lundan, it was only a small patch of land. The Snow Family’s territory, not far from the city center, had been developed into an industrial zone.

Because of the local customs, there was a strong music atmosphere, and there were many drinkers; you could see bars on almost every street.

Take this territory for example; the church was located on a street full of bars, with the priests standing at the door all fairly tipsy.

"Sir Wayne, nice to see you again."

The following cars stopped, and the curvy Miss Maria approached with a smile, seriously discussing appointments with Mona. She wasn’t demanding, just asking for an hour of their time.

Going to such lengths to accommodate, her attitude was very upright.

Veronica disliked it, disliking Maria’s clothing, disliking Maria’s bulging bust, hating everything else all the same, and said with a dark face, "I am Wayne’s..."

"His what?" Wayne asked curiously.

"Nothing."

Veronica’s anger deflated as she found herself more distanced from victory.

Maria didn’t even take Veronica seriously, clearly seeing her as a naive college girl still learning the ropes, filled with naive notions of love. Sir Wayne would tire of such girls after some fun.

Mona seemed not much different, dumb and innocent; obviously, not very bright.

On the other hand, Mona, dressed professionally, flashed glimmers of wisdom through her glasses regularly. She was a confidant of Sir Wayne, unlikely to be replaced for at least ten years.

Maria didn’t aspire to become Madam Lando, as it wasn’t realistic. She aimed to be a lover from the start, confident in her allure and her magic, believing that with just one hour, Wayne would fall under her spell.

With that, the family crisis would then be thoroughly overcome.

"Sir Wayne, if you don’t mind, I’d be honored to act as your guide and show you the sights around here."

"Please and thank you, Miss Maria," Wayne said, looking around before continuing with the map, "I’ve heard that the Snow Family has many properties on their estate, including several holiday manors for VIP reception?"

"Yes, that’s right."

"Take me to the largest one; I’d like to sit down for a drink."

There were bars all over the streets, but he had to go to a manor; it was clearly an excuse for investigation.

Maria smiled faintly and promptly agreed.

The investigation team was late. Had they come ten days or half a month earlier, the items in the manor would have been found.

Now, they could search to their hearts’ content, even dismantle the factory—it wouldn’t matter.

Maria was full of confidence. Leading the way in the two sedans, she took Wayne into the largest holiday manor within the territory.

The manor’s architecture was rich in classical style: white walls, blue roof, and the décor was delicate, elegant, and romantic, immediately catching the eye.

The manor had a complete set of facilities, including a service team dedicated to fulfilling any request from the Snow Family’s guests; whatever it was, the professional team would serve with unwavering dedication.

Wayne nodded in satisfaction. The Snow Family was indeed wealthy; he decided he would take this business deal.

It’s no wonder the Queen was so intent on seizing their assets; not long after Obu left, the Magic Department came up with a long list of names. These new nobles, who had transitioned from other professions, were really ostentatious; the Queen would feel she was doing a disservice to her crown if she didn’t thoroughly plunder them.

"Sir Wayne, will you be staying the night here?"

"No, there’s a scent of sulfur here that reminds me of, reminds me of..."

Wayne struggled to find the right words, turning to the person next to him to ask, "What does sulfur signify again?"

"Hell!"

Mona pushed up her glasses, "There are clear signs of devil activity in this room; I can feel it."

Maria’s eyes widened. How did the conversation suddenly jump to devils?

"Right, hell," Wayne confirmed firmly, sniffing the perfume in the air, "Found it, the source is in the underground wine cellar."

Without waiting, he led the way.

Maria was stunned and quickly followed them, recalling something urgently.

The wine cellar was quite spacious, with eight rows of shelves filled with barrels of liqueur, and the fragrance was overwhelming.

To Maria’s astonishment, there was an Inverted Pentagram drawn haphazardly on the floor tiles, and on the wall was a totem with a rich scent of blood, giving off a hellish vibe.

"Mona, what devil does this totem represent?"

"It should be the Blood Tyrant, but the presence of the Inverted Pentagram on the ground also connects to one of the seven Demon Kings, Pride. With two devils appearing simultaneously, it’s too soon to conclude," Mona answered.

Under Wayne’s instruction, Mona pulled out a crucifix from the storage and pretended to recite a few spells.

The Holy Light spread out, and the Inverted Pentagram on the ground glowed red. The shadow of a bat symbolizing Pride slowly coalesced, unable to withstand the Holy Light, it let out a silent scream before vanishing.

However, the Blood Totem on the wall struggled longer. The red light flickered, and a fist-sized crystal of blood formed, resembling a fist-sized Ruby that rolled to Maria’s feet with a clink.