Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 80 - 70 God doesn’t care asking for monthly ticket

80: Chapter 70: God doesn’t care (asking for monthly ticket)

80: Chapter 70: God doesn’t care (asking for monthly ticket)

In the outskirts of Lundan, to the northwest.

The vehicle left the broad highway, turning into a secluded, tree-lined path, and continued for about fifty kilometers before a towering wall could be seen, embraced by mountain forests.

At all four corners of the wall stood watchtowers on high alert, with guards on duty twenty-four hours a day.

Searchlights patrolled the night, making it resemble a heavily guarded prison.

After passing three checkpoints, one’s view was filled with an ancient castle surrounded by dense woodlands, built from the timber and stone of nature itself, adorned with vegetation, giving it an appearance of integrating seamlessly with the natural environment.

The castle exuded the beauty of harmony with nature, and surrounding it were wooden villa cottages built subsequently, stretching out to form a villa community.

Butterflies and bees busily shuttled between the flowers, and when a breeze passed through, the mottled shadows of the trees swayed, attracting birds to chase and chirp.

This was a very warm place, making every visitor feel calm and comfortable, especially the row of wooden villa cottages that resembled the holiday estates of the nobility.

Red Leaf Forest Asylum.

Sidney parked his car in the parking lot and headed to the office to put on a white coat.

Although he no longer served as a Priest, he had a side job, conducting research in a mental hospital.

Red Leaf Forest was no ordinary asylum; the doctors and nurses employed were all mages, with several chief physicians from different churches, all possessing the formidable strength of Golden Mages.

Sidney stopped in front of the Dean’s office door, checked his attire, and then knocked on the door.

“Come in, there are no female nurses inside.”

Upon entering, Sidney approached the desk of the Dean, a bald elder with a white beard and wearing reading glasses.

Dean of the Red Leaf Forest Asylum—Dean Plank.

Plank was unkempt, clad in an oily white lab coat, with a beard that had not been trimmed for a long time, knotted and stiff, hanging down to his chest.

Touching his desktop, it occasionally produced a beating sound.

He carried a unique odor of the elderly, and due to bad habits such as flirting with nurses and borrowing money from patients without repaying, he often had to meet with the personnel department.

At times, he would also ramble, suddenly cursing in the middle of a meeting, making it hard for others to believe in his mental state.

Perhaps the old man was already mad.

Sidney had secretly investigated his own Dean, a man with no faith—or rather, someone who believed a little in every deity.

Plank came from the Liberty Mage Alliance, and because the various churches wanted to install their own people as Dean, nine consecutive votes failed, finally resulting in his election.

According to rumors, the old man was very likely a Legendary Mage.

It was probably true, considering it was a rumor, the credibility was quite high.

Sidney held great respect for Dean Plank; he had witnessed the Dean send a chief physician into depression and then cure him to death, all within less than two hours, a promising Golden Mage was gone just like that.

“Sidney, I heard you were dismissed by the Naturalism Church, so what brings you here today, to ask for a raise?” Plank chuckled.

Sidney smiled slightly and politely said, “Not at all, without the duties of the Naturalism Church, I can serve our patients with more time and effort, which is a good thing.

Passing by your office, I came to ask for additional workload.”

“Is that so?

Aren’t you afraid of going mad?”

“No, my faith in the Nature Goddess is unwavering and without regret.”

“Hard to say, your teacher was once firmer than anyone.”

“…”

Sidney: If you want to talk like this, then I have nothing to say.

“No jokes now, come on, tell me, what is it that you want from me?”

Plank pulled open a drawer in his desk, took out a big box of cream pastries, and started flaunting them while speaking, “I’ll speak frankly; though you are in excellent mental health, you’re someone with a strong sense of purpose.

You used to avoid me, and you wouldn’t come to my office without reason.”

Sidney gave an awkward smile; this was why he didn’t really like the Dean.

Straight to the point and without any artistic sense in conversation.

However, there were benefits to communicating with such a person, with no need to beat around the bush, just say what needed to be said.

“This morning, a few students called me.

Lundan is in a difficult situation; it has been confirmed that the news of a Death Knight’s appearance is true,” Sidney spoke in a lowered voice.

“So what?

You don’t think this old man can capture the Death Knight and lock him up in the asylum, do you?”

Plank twisted his beard, licking the cream from it, “Not to mention I can’t do it, even if I could, the Death Knight is not a madman, why capture him?”

Sidney: (눈_눈)

It made sense, and Sidney could not refute, the Death Knight was indeed not a madman.

“Another thing, who confirmed the news, why do they think the Death Knight really came, he wouldn’t leave the Underground Great Tomb, that’s the consensus, we must believe in science.”

Plank shrugged, “You could let the Church try using airplanes and cannons; the times are progressing, don’t always think of using magic to deal with enemies.

The imagination of ordinary people is also changing the world.”

“Like you, you are a Golden Mage, but in front of airplanes and cannons, you’re just flesh and blood.

Once you step into the Forbidden Magic Domain, a handgun could take your life.”

Why would I go to the Forbidden Magic Domain for no reason?

Sidney was at a loss for words, knowing that if he didn’t interrupt, the old man could go on all day like he did in meetings, and said, “Dean, I…”

“Don’t interrupt, I haven’t finished.”

“…”

Half an hour later, Sidney looked at the Dean in front of him, mentally exhausted, deeply regretting his own recklessness.

Had he known this would happen, he would have just perished alongside the Void Lord.