Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 83 - 71 Blood Faith_2

Ah Bo hoped that after the councilor’s death, his master would hand over the councilor’s minions to him to deal with. Without the councilor’s protection, those minions without a protective umbrella wouldn’t be able to turn the tables.

He planned to use the iron fist of the law to punish the gang of villains and give other evildoers a warning, to make them think twice when committing crimes, to make them clear it up, whether their heads were harder or the gun barrels were.

While leading the way, Ah Bo spoke these thoughts out loud, wanting to probe Wayne’s intentions. To his surprise, Wayne agreed very straightforwardly.

Hey, could it be that beneath the master’s evil appearance, there was a heart of justice that was the exact opposite?

Wayne, seeing what Ah Bo was thinking, sneered coldly, "Well said, but why choose one over the other, when you can grasp both and be hard with both hands?"

"Master, I don’t understand what you mean."

"You’re right; God is too elusive, a faith, a moral concept, it can restrain good people but not scare bad ones. We can’t expect bad people to have moral concepts; talking grand principles to them isn’t as effective as taking them for a walk to the execution ground."

Wayne said, "But some bad people are not afraid of the execution ground, like Councilor Dorin we are about to meet. She has the power to silence the law; she knows she will not be sent to the execution ground. Many big shots will pardon her crimes. At that time, we need to switch to a method that uses violence to control violence."

"The law is fair in its design, some people think they are special, not within fairness, then we agree with them, and then tell them what real unfairness is."

"Heh heh heh———"

In the end, Wayne let out a hearty laugh, his succinct statement saying it all: it was the other party who started it.

Ah Bo fell silent, feeling his master had opened a big door for him, but soon he frowned and said, "If you, master...no, I mean, if I always carry out this philosophy, my initial intentions would gradually change due to the arbitrary power, by that time I might also think that I am special, even more excessive than them. Dragon Slayer turns into Evil Dragon, I would think I am a God, thinking I can dominate everything above all, what should I do then?"

"We’ll talk about it when the time comes."

"..."

———

Councilor Dorin had a rental house in Lundan, small in size, emphasizing frugality.

In fact, she only lived in the rental when collecting votes. Normally, she lived in the luxurious houses of the West District, surrounded by other councilors as neighbors.

A different persona in public and in private.

Ah Bo pushed open the manhole cover and climbed out, with water dripping from his trouser legs, step by step he walked towards the councilor’s house.

Wayne looked at the exit with some difficulty; he could go out, but Yuliya...

Yuliya snorted, leapt up, smashing into the wall. The surface of the wall rippled with a shimmer of purple arc light, opening a space door and bringing Wayne to the surface.

Ah Bin followed right behind, jumping out as well.

Wayne, looking at the ground behind him, saw the Skull Owl flutter out and raised his arm to catch it: "Yuliya, I didn’t know you had this ability."

"Master, you never asked."

"I’ve said it before, no backtalk."

Wayne dismounted, let go of the Owl, and walked up to the front door of the mansion, sourly saying, "Money can be earned back, but once you lose your conscience, you have an endless amount of money to earn. She used to be a small-time journalist at a newspaper, took up politics halfway through, and in just a few years, she made so much money, it’s really enviable!"

Upon hearing this, Ah Bo shuddered and hurriedly said, "Master, she’s gone astray, but you won’t."

"Being depraved doesn’t make that much money; abortion, perhaps," Wayne said subconsciously, and after speaking, he realized, feeling like he had grasped the truth.

Ah Bo had no words to answer; it might be possible.

Wayne raised his hand to the doorknob, and the corrupting force of death surged forth, easily pushing open the door.

There was no noise of breaking and entering, no fingerprints left behind, not even prints on the doorknob. Without evidence, the police won’t make an arrest, and Wayne liked the Death Knight’s Vest System more and more.

It’s just that the Vest’s name wasn’t to his liking; if it was Dark Knight, it would be more perfect.

The mansion was pitch black; Councilor Dorin wasn’t home. He found the safe containing cash and account books, Wayne helped to open it, and on the spot, they divided the loot. Ah Bo received the account book, Wayne got the Queen’s portrait as well as jewelry and gold.

Ah Bo was dumbstruck.

In his subjective impression, the master was a high knight who wandered in the darkness, with a rotting body but a spirit that still upheld the knight’s spirit, treating money as dirt and women as nothing.

Result...

It might have been an illusion, but he saw a smile on the skull’s head.

Ah Bo didn’t say anything. When contrabands were handed over to the police station, it was common for several departments to get involved, and as a result, the amount of the contrabands often shrank significantly.

As long as the decisive evidence was still there, everything else... could be tolerated.

He took a deep breath, sat down on the couch, and his figure disappeared into the shadows, waiting for Councilor Dorin to return home.

Click!

Wayne turned on the light, his hands clasped behind his back, as he began to look at the artworks on the wall. He wasn’t much into art himself; he just knew that artworks were often linked to speculation and money laundering.

"Master, could we turn off the lights? It might scare the councilor away. We should..."

"You should go check the basement. The councilor is home, and she has quite a large basement," Wayne said without turning his head.

Upon hearing this, Ah Bo was startled and quickly walked towards the direction of the basement. freēwēbnovel.com

In the center of the corridor behind the living room was a door. Pushing it open revealed stairs extending downwards until they vanished into darkness.

Ah Bo’s eyes could see very clearly in the dark. In the basement, he found a secret door and gently pushed it open; there was a different world inside.

There was a long corridor underground with a bright red carpet, decorated with frescoes and wall lamps. Every seventy to eighty meters, there was an exit, or rather, an entrance.

Ah Bo, piecing together the layout of the villa complex above the ground, felt a chill in his heart. Thinking of the missing girls kidnapped by the Black Serpent Club, the chill dissipated, and his entire heart was filled with flames of anger.

He stepped on the carpet, following the scent of perfume in the air, and arrived before a door that seemed to be a conference room.

The double doors were flanked by coat racks, with seven or eight coats and top hats hanging on them.

Ah Bo picked up a hat, placed it on his head, lowered the brim, and pushed open the double doors with both hands as he walked in.

The conference room’s decor was even more luxurious, with a massive crystal chandelier made of hundreds of delicate crystals hanging above, illuminating the entire room.

Below the chandelier was a carefully arranged round dining table, about five meters in diameter, covered with white napkins and fine tableware.

In the corner of the wall was a vintage gramophone, from which soft music was wafting.

The perfect blend of elegance and extravagance was marred only by what would have been an excellent banquet experience, with the addition of a glass of champagne.

However, there was one aspect of the dining room layout which stood out: on the wall opposite the entrance, there was a painting with a strange symbol, formed by curved lines sketching a shape resembling a person covered in tentacles, or perhaps an octopus with tentacles spread out.

The simple image was too abstract. At first glance, it resembled blood graffiti. Ah Bo couldn’t determine what totem it was for the moment.

He didn’t dwell on this scene, his cold gaze settling on the several guests dining together.

Including Councilor Dorin Johnny, whom Ah Bo had been investigating, there were eight councilors in total. They leaned back in soft sofas, humming to the music’s beat with their eyes closed, each maintaining a formal smile, serene and agreeable.

The councilors were so engrossed in the music that they didn’t even notice someone had entered.

Ah Bo focused on the dining table and let out a slow breath of relief; the table was not laden with the repulsive food he imagined. Instead, there were various exquisite ingredients, all prepared by Frank.

"Councilor Dorin Johnny, you are under arrest!" said Ah Bo in an icy tone, ready to inquire about the whereabouts of the missing girls.

Councilor Dorin did not respond, immersed in the ocean of music, her face wearing a satisfied smile.

Ah Bo’s brow furrowed, the scene was all too familiar. It was as if the eight councilors, lost to the world, had indulged in some prohibited substances after their meal.

"Their minds aren’t inside their bodies. They can’t be woken up," said Wayne as he walked into the dining room, gazing at the eerie symbol on the wall. He had seen similar patterns in magic literature, connected to the worship of an Evil God.

The Glamor Lady teacher had provided magic literature related to the Evil God to prevent students from falling in with the wrong crowd, from getting mixed up with shady people. Fearing that too much detail might pique the students’ curiosity, there wasn’t much written about the Evil God—just a few scant notes mentioning a "Blood Belief."

This was an Evil God who resided in Hell, distinct from the Goddesses of Darkness and Death. It was one of the primary adversaries of the Heavenly Father’s Court.

To some extent, the Evil God of Hell was more primal and savage than those of Darkness and Death, terrifying to a degree far beyond.