Mysteries: Arcana Wars

After all his resentment was gone, Wenceslas, who always paid attention to etiquette, raised his hand and carefully adjusted his robe. His fluctuating mood calmed down again, and he put on the usual bishop's airs.

"The line, Scott, don't forget that line. With the rules and the line, we are saints sitting in the hall and receiving worship. If we cross that line, we are no different from cult scum.

"As a church, we cannot interfere with the normal social and economic order in public according to the 'Pact of Silence'..."

"'On the surface', 'normal'." Scott interrupted and emphasized, "You and I both know that this one is bullshit..."

"...But you have to know that even if you don't take action and our church doesn't take action, Ishdar won't survive long in Backlund. I think if this continues, Backlund's old forces will be unable to sit still and take action to dismantle them."

"…But I can't wait! God knows how long you will drag on with your reports! By the time the boss and his team have thought it over, the fried fish will be cold!"

"Can't wait?" Wenselaser raised his eyebrows. "I understand. They got your people, so they did something so outrageous this time?"

"..."

Scott didn't deny it.

"That's just a small part of it." Scott stared at Wenceslas. "No one with any humanity can stand in front of that factory and remain unmoved. You really should go there and take a look to cure your bullshitting problem."

"...I suspect you are scolding His Highness Bonois in a roundabout way again."

"You are the one who is doubting. It has nothing to do with me."

Things started to turn into a meaningless bickering, and Wenceslas picked up the [Dream Origami], untied the spiritual wall around the two of them, and prepared to turn around and leave.

"Putting aside the identity of 'bishop', as your old colleague, I have to remind you that you are 'God's Blessed One'. The great God of Steam and Machinery is watching you, and you have nowhere to escape.

“At least I don’t want to see an old colleague I’ve known for three hundred years die from God’s wrath.

"I have always wondered whether the great God's choice of you as the 'God's Favored One' is a gift or a surveillance... However, one cannot speculate on God..."

Wenceslas sighed heavily.

"His Highness Bonois will know everything. You can take care of yourself."

Will His Highness Bonova impose any substantial punishment on him? Wenceslas obviously didn't think so, but this madman should at least be locked up in the [Secret Box] where the sealed object is imprisoned for a while, and then fined a sum that would make him feel heartbroken.

Wenceslas always felt that the fact that this madman could still stay in the church intact was of course related to the fact that his own madness had never exceeded the church's red line, and more importantly, he had special value to the church.

If this value is compared with that of myself, a respected "bishop" who gathers faith, although both are "combat power", I may be more of a deterrent and a belief. When the angels cannot walk in front of the curtain, I and this St. Hillran Church become monuments pointing the way, representing the hope and confidence that God and angels give to believers. It is God's great place on earth.

And Scott, Wenceslas felt, was more like a wrench, a nail, a chess piece... a tool.

A not very decent tool.

From this point of view, in a sense, is it possible that I am also a tool in the hands of the Great Steam, but with a different use from Scott...

This sudden blasphemous thought made Wenceslas shudder in shock, and he immediately shook his head, trying to get rid of this disrespectful idea from his mind.

"Praise the great god of steam and machinery..."

He began to recite the holy scriptures of God in his heart. God will give us the past and will also show us the way forward. As God's followers and devout bishops, I should move forward wherever the great steam rises. We will follow to the death, but we must never guess at God...

But the tiny thought just now always aroused Wenceslas's endless curiosity about mysterious knowledge, making him unable to help but think and guess why the great God did this... What kind of game was He setting...

…Steam is above! It’s all the fault of that rebel Scott! If you get close to him, your brain will be polluted by him!

"Winther, where are you going?" Scott at the back shouted loudly and rudely in the auditorium.

"I'm leaving get off work!" Wenceslas turned around and shouted angrily, "You can leave it to the others to work overtime. You deserve it! You think..."

Halfway through his speech, Wenceslas suddenly had an idea. He quickly made a prophecy and then smiled at Scott inexplicably.

"The one you changed to origami is the Splendid Holiday Inn in Ishdar, right?"

"Yeah...uh...what's wrong?"

"Heh, let me give you a prophecy. This time you've hit the jackpot by accident. You'll have to make amends for your crime..."

Before he could finish his words, a messy but weak knock came from the distant door, very far away, but loud enough for the two to detect spiritually.

The two looked at each other and ordered the door to be opened.

The person knocking on the door was a little boy about ten years old, wearing a gorgeous and elegant suit that cost a lot of money. He walked in arrogantly, but he could not hide his panic. His constantly rolling eyes and messy hair exposed his pretentiousness.

Scott narrowed his eyes, recognition coming into his mind.

This is Jarod Ishdar!

He was a hostage in a kidnapping case two weeks ago and the youngest son of the Ishdar family.

Garrod walked in with his chest puffed out and his hair all over his body. He tilted his head back and looked at the clergy in the church with his nose up, imitating the adults.

"Which of you is Scott Cartwright? I command you to bring him to me now!"

The whole church was silent and everyone's eyes were on him.

"I mean, does any of you know Mr. Scott Cartwright?" The inexplicable silence and people's eyes made Jarod a little scared. "I want to talk to him about something, something important..."

Still no one responded to him.

"What I want to ask is, can you please help me find Mr. Scott Cartwright..." Garrod began to panic, his voice trembling, "I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I really have something important to talk to this gentleman about..."

Scott finally came over pushing his wheelchair.

"I'm Scott Cartwright. What do you want from me?"

The little boy was stunned, and immediately fell on Scott's legs, talking incoherently.

"Mr. Cartwright, Mr. Cartwright! It was you...it was you who saved my...my brother Massimo on the day of the bank robbery, right? Since you were able to save him the first time, you are so powerful that you must be able to save him the second time, right? Please, please save my brother again!"

Jarod burst into tears uncontrollably.

"My brother, Massimo Ishtar, is missing!"