Chapter 1441: Chapter 1441

Wayne nodded secretly, regretting that he wasn’t Hexuno; otherwise, Heya would have already been rewarded.

He tilted his head and sliced through the Void with his finger like a sword, dropping a high-quality Holy Sword.

After some thought, he dropped a Holy Spear as well.

"I brought these from the Papal State. The standard weapons you and Auga hold are of average grade, affecting your actual capabilities," Wayne waved his hand, leaving his silhouette.

Auga picked up the Holy Spear for personal use and placed the Holy Sword in Heya’s hand, patting her shoulder admiringly, "Don’t worry. If you truly follow Hexuno, the Great Archangel, down to Hell, and if we meet someday, I will definitely go easy on you, never making things difficult."

"What nonsense are you saying, as if you could beat me."

Heya snorted coldly and turned her gaze to Hexuno, "Little Nun, what’s the situation with the Great Archangel now? Has he fallen or not?"

"Lord Son of the Holy cannot possibly fall."

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Auga shook her head repeatedly, while Heya sighed inwardly, feeling that the little secretary role-play was as genuine as it got, deservedly adored by the Great Archangel, something beyond learning.

Moonlight Church headquarters, High Priest’s Office.

Under the contemptuous gaze of the twin gatekeepers, Wayne skillfully opened the door and entered, skillfully locked it, set up a soundproof barrier, pushed aside the documents on the desk, and adeptly lifted Philomena onto the desktop.

Philomena looked bewildered, wanting to say something, but her alluring lips were blocked; she waved her hands as she quickly got lost in the skilled kisses of the scoundrel.

After the kiss ended, the High Priest’s eyes turned a little dreamy, staring infatuatedly at the pretty boy before her.

With luxury cars in front, Wayne couldn’t help feeling tempted; although he was pressed for time, Philomena’s combat strength was pitifully low. She might seem strong like a Glamor Lady but was actually a mere novice. He could definitely squeeze out some time to sort her out.

Thinking of this, he flipped her onto the desk, unbuckling his belt while lifting her long pure white robe.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Philomena pressed her hands on the desk, hurriedly saying, "Don’t mess around here, this is an office..."

"What’s there to be afraid of? It’s not the first time; don’t think I don’t know, you bought this desk for..."

Wayne was midway through his lively explanation when he fell silent.

The inside office door was partially open, revealing one red and one white head: the Holy Maidens, Cote and Guinevere, exactly whom Wayne wanted to contact.

Three seconds of silence; nobody spoke.

Wayne let go expressionlessly, and Philomena let her robes fall to her waist, glaring angrily at the shameless person.

Weren’t you quite spirited just now? Keep up the spirit!

"Mina, why didn’t you tell me there were people inside?"

"I wanted to speak, but could I open my mouth?"

"You had your mouth open."

The two of them quietly muttered, each blaming the other.

Though a bit embarrassing, it wasn’t a big deal; Wayne’s shamelessness knew no bounds. As long as he wasn’t embarrassed, the embarrassment was for others.

He clenched his fist and coughed heavily, tapping on the desk, loudly saying, "Mina, don’t think I don’t know; you bought this desk for hard work, you’re truly dedicated!"

The two Holy Maidens rolled their eyes as Philomena spat lightly, punched Wayne not too hard, not too soft—a clear flirtation.

Cote and Guinevere got a face full of "dog food," rolling their eyes even more.

"Holy Maidens, why are you in Lundan? I remember when you separated from the two Goddesses. You were... never mind, it’s not important."

Wayne was always magnanimous, forgiving the Holy Maidens.

Indeed, the main responsibility was on them for hiding in the inner room without speaking; but ignorance is not an offense. Not knowing he would visit today was an unavoidable coincidence, so let’s not pursue it further.

Let it end here; nobody should bring it up again!

"Trust me, the reason Guinevere and I are here... is actually quite important."

Cote sighed, not wrapped today, exuding an arresting appeal, especially when Wayne wasn’t entirely calm, comparable to luxury cars.

Wayne felt pain in his waist, gritting his teeth and averting his eyes, then took his seat behind the office chair, pulling Philomena into his embrace.

Philomena snorted, naturally wrapping her arms around Wayne’s neck, eyes fixed on the two Holy Maidens.

Especially her own Holy Maiden.

"I don’t care whether it’s important; timing is everything. Though your timing wasn’t perfect..."

Wayne first complained, then continued, "I happened to be looking for you two, saved me considerable time."

"Wayne, I haven’t finished speaking yet!"

Cote approached the desk, placing her hands on top, face serious, "The Goddess issued a very important Divine Decree to me, unlike the ambiguous ones before. It was clear this time and impossible to mistranslate."

After speaking, she turned toward Guinevere at the door, "Why are you dawdling; our Divine Decrees are the same. You can’t escape."

Guinevere tilted her head to the side, walking slowly and steadily toward the desk.

Couldn’t fathom it, didn’t understand; the Goddess didn’t even bother to disguise...

There’s surely something amiss!

Wayne roughly understood; Idinis pushed too hard, forcing Galle, Shi Luke to follow suit.

Thinking this, he curiously examined the two Holy Maidens. Guinevere lowered her head, silent; Cote flushed slightly, speaking fervently, "Wayne, you’ve met the Goddess before; I won’t translate the Divine Decree, you surely know its content."

"How’s that possible? I’m not the Goddess; if you don’t tell me, how would I know the Divine Decree’s message?"

Wayne gleefully spoke, only to experience pain again, hastily retracting, "Forget it, I can’t help. Maybe you should consult someone else."

"Easier said; agreeing to it is fine, but the Goddess wouldn’t accept..."

Cote’s statement turned irreverent, her words trailing off, hands clasped, head tilted, "We’re friends; lend a hand!"

Demanding a fortune, I can’t have friends like you.