Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Chapter 429 Defection and Disloyalty

Backlund time, 21:15 at night.

There are 22 hours and 45 minutes left until the outpost launch.

St. Hierran's Church, dome.

On the top of the building where tourists and believers would never reach, Scott squatted in the angle between the roofs, stepping on the delicate marble carvings, hiding there to smoke.

He specifically found a blind spot, perfectly sandwiched between the buildings. Not only could he bask in the moonlight comfortably, he could also comfortably overlook the passing cars and people. It was an ideal place to slack off.

But today, the holy land of slacking off seems a bit crowded.

"Winselas, please move closer to me."

Scott muttered and poked his colleague who was slacking off next to him.

"Damn it, you look so thin, why do you take up so much space?"

"I don't care, I'm going to stand here."

Wenceslas refused to give in.

"Great God of Steam, I have finished presiding over today's ceremony. I am going to take a break."

"Then find somewhere else to touch, don't always come to my place."

"I just want to stand next to you. I think the place next to you is special."

The old scholar and charlatan, who is usually gentle and mysterious, knows how to get along with Scott.

In front of him, red tape is useless. It is better to put aside all face and just throw a tantrum.

"..."

After several pushes, Scott simply gave up struggling, tried to adjust to a more comfortable posture, and started smoking in the cramped space.

The smell of smoke made Wenceslas a little dissatisfied, but he just frowned slightly, glanced at Scott, and turned his head to look elsewhere, looking at the tall buildings surrounding him.

Scott didn't say anything on the surface, but he knew it clearly in his heart.

Wenceslas didn't have any bad habits of slacking off, and he didn't like the smell of cigarettes on him.

There is only one possibility why he keeps sticking to me after get off work tonight.

Wenceslas was sent by Bonova to monitor him.

Under a work arrangement that seemed artificial but was actually not random at all, Wenceslas and Scott worked together for the entire day. They presided over the same ceremony, stayed in the same room, and are now slacking off on the same roof.

Scott could only think of one reason for such deliberate surveillance.

Tomorrow is the day when Abraham launches the outpost, and Bonova does not want this dangerous man to be out of sight and take any action without the angel's knowledge.

From today until tomorrow, Bonois hopes that Scott will always be under his nose and know all his movements at any time.

The two of them just sat there in silence, each daydreaming about their own things.

Not long after, the moonlight above Scott's head suddenly dimmed.

Without looking back, Scott could feel Wenceslas' body tense beside him.

His Royal Highness Bonois has arrived.

After a silent salute, Wenceslas quietly left the rooftop, leaving the private space to one person and one angel.

"I'm right here, boss."

Scott continued smoking his cigarette without looking back.

"I've always been here and haven't gone anywhere."

“Some things don’t require you to do them yourself.”

"..."

Scott pouted.

"Tsk."

He knew what Bonois was talking about. He was referring to the small power that he had developed secretly.

For example, the recently acquired Matheson Circus is one of Dodger Rama's legacies.

Scott knew that he was Bonois key surveillance target. The purchase of the Matheson Circus was not a small matter. Bonois could find out by checking the bank account or even doing divination. Therefore, Scott did not do too much disguise on this matter. There was no point in deceiving Bonois in this regard, and there was no way.

In Bonois' eyes, he seemed like a piece of transparent paper, and no secrets seemed to be able to hide. This feeling made Scott very uncomfortable and helpless.

"Boss, don't you know what I can do and what I am capable of?

"If I were as powerful as you expect, I would have gone out and caused trouble a long time ago, and I wouldn't be doing this.

"Don't worry, I'll be staying in the church tonight."

"..."

Bonois did not respond, but asked the question abruptly.

"Do you remember Olivia Toole?"

"Who? Olivia Toole?"

Scott pushed his glasses up, a little surprised.

"A long time ago, there was a peeping angel who defected from the church, Olivia Toole?

"Of course I remember. She has been missing for a long time. Why are you mentioning this suddenly?"

"I just hope you remember this name and pay more attention to it."

Bonova looked up into the distance, through the colorful skyscrapers, and seemed to see the distant transmission tower in the suburbs.

"It has been a long time since Backlund has experienced an extraordinary angel-level disaster..."

"Doesn't the Exile incident that just happened count?"

Scott interrupted.

"…It was just an attempt to ascend to an angel through a promotion ceremony, and it ultimately failed, so it cannot be considered a true angel-level disaster…"

Bonois, as usual, forgave Scott's unreasonableness.

“But a true angel-level disaster is bound to come.

"The angels that caused the disaster will not be the only ones in danger. All angels will be allowed by the [Pact of Silence] to intervene in human society in the name of resolving the disaster.

"By then, it will be hard to say whether the end result will be an enemy or a friend, and what the impact will be."

"Then, you want me to pay attention to see if there is any trace of the traitor angel, right? But you locked me up in the church, how can I find His trace?"

Scott finally figured it out.

"I understand, boss, you are not here to assign me a job, you are here to teach me the fate of apostates.

"Don't worry, boss. I won't do anything so cheap."

After saying that, Scott smacked his lips, looking a little guilty, which was rare.

"At least, as long as the church still follows the doctrine of leading civilization, and as long as you are still willing to fight for humanity, you don't have to doubt my loyalty.

"Is this answer satisfactory, sir?"

For a person favored by God, Scott's speech was a little too eloquent and even shocking. It was a mixture of chaotic loyalty, complete honesty, and blasphemous contempt, enough to make any devout clergyman jump with anger.

But Bonois always forgave Scott all his disrespects and was even quite satisfied with them.

Only when he retains a lot of disloyal and rebellious words like this can you know that you are facing the original Scott.

"Tsk... As expected, the higher the sequence, the less [faith] one has in God..."

Scott smiled disdainfully, having anticipated Bonois's reaction.

"You are not here to confirm my loyalty to God, but to confirm my loyalty to you."

"You have never been faithful to God."

Bonois responded.

"You are only loyal to your own creed.

"For someone like you, the only way to ensure that you will not become an uncertain and dangerous factor is to guarantee your personal loyalty to me."

Scott suddenly laughed in relief, as if he had heard a great joke. These words triggered a ridiculous guess in his mind.

Maybe the angel in front of us is not as loyal to God as we imagined?

Oh, the greatest fun of the night has finally been found.

Laughing, Scott climbed out of the corner of the roof contentedly and walked towards the stairwell.

"You are not allowed to participate in any of the outpost's launch operations," Bonova ordered. "You are not allowed to go anywhere for the next 24 hours. Stay in the church."

"...Yes, my boss."

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