Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

"But please keep everything that happened last night and right now to yourself."

As he spoke, Wei Yanwu gave a self-deprecating laugh:

"If he feels it's too dangerous and refuses to come, he can always send a servant or a unicorn. I don't mind. But I think, given Prince Wayne's character and strength, he shouldn't have any reservations about Wei Yanwu, right?"

“You…” Vina was very dissatisfied with Wei Yanwu’s sarcastic and suggestive way of speaking, but when it came to insults and sarcasm, ten Victorias combined couldn’t match the vocabulary of one Yan Guo. To prevent the little empress from getting carried away, Theresa stepped forward and spoke on her behalf:

"Sparrow food."

In two words, he acknowledged Wei Yanwu's words verbatim.

You feel insignificant in front of Wayne, and that Wayne won't take you seriously.

Sparrow eater, you're right, you have a good sense of self-awareness.

Wei Yanwu's lips twitched, his face turned somewhat ugly as he took a deep breath, turned around and walked into the room.

"see a visitor out."

He said calmly as he closed the door.

Chapter Ninety-Four: The Mind-Reading Saintess

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Urbino's eyes flickered as he gazed at the saintess who was feigning sleep with her eyes closed. After hesitating for a long time, he finally couldn't help but ask:

"Miss Saint, why did you come with me?"

The cabin was quiet, and Michael seemed unwilling to answer at all. After waiting for a while without any response, Urbino could only suppress his expectation and lean back in his seat.

"What an impolite question! What do my whereabouts and purpose have to do with you, and why should I report to you?"

Her voice was beautiful, seemingly a natural blend of angelic purity and devilish allure, captivating all who heard it.

Urbino's relaxed state of mind immediately tensed up again, and he quickly apologized:

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I had absolutely no intention of prying into your affairs. I simply..."

“Just curiosity, is that it, Bishop Urbino?”

Michael opened his eyes, a faint golden light shimmering in his bright red pupils. He glanced at Urbino and sighed.

“You can’t fool me, Bishop Urbino. If I told you that I came here specifically for you, would you be happy? Or would you be so nervous that you couldn’t even speak?”

Urbino's pupils contracted, and he quickly adjusted his expression, putting on a fawning smile:

"Of course I'm delighted. It's a great honor for Her Highness to accompany me. I'm sure Wei Yanwu will be surprised by Lateran's high regard for him and feel grateful..."

Michael suddenly interrupted, "No, you're flustered. You can't fool me. Bishop Urbino, you can't possibly not be nervous. You can't not be nervous because of Wayne Bruce."

Wayne Bruce!

Urbino almost lost control of his expression.

Hearing this name from the saintess was more astonishing than seeing a house in the northern wasteland! At least the latter could be considered an accidental discovery, and might even bring an award. But the former could very well plunge him into an abyss of no return.

"What...what are you saying?"

“I know, Bishop Urbino.”

Michael closed his eyes again, but Urbino clearly felt an invisible gaze scrutinizing him from top to bottom, seeing through his secrets.

As if to confirm Urbino's ominous premonition, Michael, unhurriedly and in the gentlest tone, uttered words that would condemn Urbino to eternal damnation:

"Wayne Bruce has betrayed Lateran, and you know it perfectly well. You estimate that his betrayal occurred shortly after the coronation of the new Queen Victoria. After that, Wayne maintained contact with Lateran, skillfully playing the role of a loyal but fallen ally, while simultaneously ingratiating himself with the new Queen, his cousin. He gained her trust in exchange for Lateran's aid and together they amassed a large sum of money from Lateran."

"And you, knowing all this, had no intention of stopping it."

"Because Wayne is the ally you recommended to Lateran, and he is the most important achievement on your path from superintendent of the Victorian local religious district to a cardinal. If you expose Wayne, you will not only fail to receive the Pope's reward, but you will also be impeached by those who are envious, labeled as incompetent and unable to distinguish between loyalty and treachery, and your promotion will be hopeless. You may even face imprisonment in the court of judgment."

"For this reason, you disregarded the overall interests of the Papacy and embezzled funds for your own selfish gain, causing the Papacy to lose hundreds of millions of Lateran gold coins. According to Lateran law, this is an unforgivable crime and you should be sentenced to be burned at the stake!"

After Michael finished speaking, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and he said:

"Am I right, Bishop Urbino?"

Urbino's face was completely drained of color; he could only manage a forced laugh as he said:

"No, no... Where did you hear this rumor? This is a conspiracy to slander me. I will report it to the court for a thorough investigation."

“Not bad,” Michael suddenly said. He opened his eyes, his captivating gaze sweeping over Urbino, this time lingering for a few more seconds. “Anyone else would be kneeling on the ground begging for my forgiveness by now, begging me not to betray you. But you’re quite special; you’re still stubbornly arguing even now. No wonder you’ve climbed to this position step by step through deception. In this respect, you’re quite a talent.”

Michael withdrew his mocking smile, reverting to the dignified and aloof demeanor befitting a saintess, and announced in a superior tone:

"You don't need to worry, I haven't mentioned these things to His Holiness the Pope yet. You're still safe. However, I'm not sure what will happen in the future..."

Urbino understood Michael's meaning; there was no point in continuing to be stubborn at this point, so he quickly surrendered:

"What are your orders, Your Highness?"

Michael nodded appreciatively. "Very helpful. I need you to do something for me. Arrange for Wayne Bruce to meet me alone. No one else should be around. Neither Her Majesty the Empress nor that Sarkaz who's suspected of being the Demon Lord. Can you do that?"

How could I say no? At this point, even if you asked me to pull His Holiness the Pope's tooth, I'd have to agree first.

"Of course, of course."

"You're lying; you lack confidence."

Michael said, and Urbino's face stiffened again, looking at Michael in disbelief.

Can this person read my mind?

Mind-based Originium Arts? Is it a specialization in mind reading, or just a side effect?

Psychic Originium Arts have always been a taboo genre of magic, as no one wants their mind or memories to be spied on by outsiders. Because everyone has secrets in their heart.

From bedwetting as young as ten to where someone is buried after committing murder, these secrets can affect a person's entire life, ruining their future. Everyone hopes to keep them safe and take them silently to the grave.

And Michael is actually a mental-type Originium Mage?!

Urbino suddenly realized why, despite her long presence within the Papacy, he had never had a deep impression of her or even investigated her. This was completely out of character for his cautious nature. Now, he realized he must have been distracted by her.

Terrible woman!

What does she want to do by meeting Wayne alone?

"I've already said that my itinerary and purpose are none of your business, and you shouldn't ask such a question."

Michael's tone turned colder, and Urbino fell silent.

Damn it, I subconsciously started thinking and forgot she could read minds!

“I can do much more than just read minds,” Michael said calmly. “To be honest, I’ve had enough of your chatter. You’re a smart man, so I might as well tell you directly. My purpose is to your advantage.”

"Hasn't Wayne always played the role of Laterano's ally, even tirelessly sending letters to His Majesty complaining and demanding payment? Since he's so attached to Laterano..."

A glint flashed in Michael's eyes, and he said:

“I plan to make him take the role for real and become a lovable double agent.”

Chapter 95 Michael has brought you your doomsday.

Miss Michael has a secret.

She was a previously unknown possessor of spiritual Originium Arts. Since the advent of Originium, the world has seen countless Originium Arts, but spiritual Originium Arts are revered above all others. No matter how strong the body or how fierce the martial prowess, nothing can withstand the tremor of a single strike that reaches the very heart. From the moment she displayed her talent as a child, successfully persuading a Liberi warrior of the Lateran garrison to spend all his savings to buy her enough candy to fill an entire castle, she was brought into the Papal Palace, becoming a saintess of the Lateran Church and the next heir appointed by the Lateran Church.

The title of "Saint" is not merely a name; it also symbolizes power second only to the Pope. His Holiness the Pope is old and frail; the wisdom and courage of his youth have been worn away by time. He has become accustomed to entrusting the vast majority of affairs to his Cardinal College. However, since the Cardinal College failed to prevent the outbreak of the Reformation, causing unimaginable losses to Lateran, His Holiness the Pope has lost trust in them.

He secluded himself in the palace and never showed his face again. All matters were left to be decided by the saint, Michael, and even the College of Cardinals had to consult her when making decisions.

However, just when the College of Cardinals was ready to see the saint make a fool of herself, Michael, who had never been involved in worldly disputes or political checks and balances, miraculously completed one task after another. Her calculations were flawless, and her judgment of people's hearts was never wrong. She clearly separated public and private matters, and did not shy away from the factionalism and corruption that already existed within the Vatican, yet she remained untainted by any clinging to any particular party or individual.

She was like a genius, a breath of fresh air in the stifling Lateran Church.

But no one knew that this genius did not stem from talent, but from her Originium Arts, which, once exposed, would inevitably cause a huge uproar—[Divine Guidance].

This name was not chosen by her, but personally by His Holiness the Pope. The reason is simple: Michael is like a god, able to influence, interfere with, and guide people's thoughts, see through the barriers in their hearts, and read their truest self.

Such abilities were enough for Michael to move freely within the intricate network of interests in Lateran, enough to give him extremely high prestige among believers of all religions, enough to make him a deity and the next successor to the papacy!

When she first entered the Papal Palace, Michael could only briefly influence the consciousness of a Lateran garrison soldier who harbored no ill will towards her. By the time she was ten, she was able to vaguely read the mind of a cunning cardinal and guide his thinking to a considerable extent, persuading him to do good, or even to expose his dark past by taking off his pants at a cardinal's meeting.

Now, she is twenty years old.

As time enriched her body, it also gradually strengthened her spirit. She could now easily see through the facades of those who appeared respectable. Take Bishop Urbino, for example. She didn't even need to open her eyes; with just the touch released by her Originium Arts, she could easily touch his inner world and dig out all the secrets he had buried deep in his heart, bit by bit.

She lied. She hadn't actually investigated Urbino's lies beforehand. In fact, she only truly read Urbino's mind after boarding the spacecraft. Before that, she only had a vague intuition that Urbino was lying. She also hadn't expected that what Urbino was hiding would be so enormous, involving hundreds of millions of Lateran gold coins.

Miss Michael was genuinely taken aback; in her short twenty years of life, Urbino was undoubtedly the most brilliant and despicable conman she had ever encountered. But Miss Michael was merely worried.

Urbino had no secrets in her eyes. What threat could a schemer who couldn't even hide his own heart pose to her?

She could manipulate him with ease, just like now. She knew his secrets, used her abilities and her status to blackmail him, and he had no choice but to obediently lower his head and agree to her conditions.

Even if he harbored ulterior motives, Michael wasn't afraid. Having grown so much, she was no longer the little girl who could only buy candy. If Urbino's rebellious nature annoyed her, she could directly and forcefully "guide" him.

Guidance is setting a goal for believers and guiding them in that direction. It's like God guiding mortals, telling them: "You should have faith in God," "You should feel ashamed of what you've done," and "Saint Michael can help you; you should listen to her and complete her task to atone for your sins." That is guidance.

Their behavior and thoughts will not change immediately, but in the days to come, they will gradually move closer to and advance towards the goal that Michael set for them, until that goal is achieved.

To turn an atheist into a fanatic, to make a criminal feel ashamed and turn himself in, so that one's goals can be achieved easily.

While it's not the kind of domineering, almost evil power that brainwashes, with proper guidance, it could still achieve brainwashing. The only slight drawback is that, just as the Lateran gods teach people to do good, Michael's guidance cannot lead to evil.

He can only guide people towards virtue and the right things under the prevailing values.

But Michael possessed such arrogance that she believed she could exploit loopholes in language to deliver appropriate guidance. This was why she intended to confront Wayne directly.

Since Wayne is so keen on playing the role of a so-called double agent, eating Victoria's royal food while fleecing Lateran, then Michael might as well help him perfect this persona and make him a real double agent, except that he is a double agent on Lateran's side.

Lateran has been so kind to me; it's human nature to repay kindness. I should do so.

Michael has already drafted the instructions for Wayne. As long as the instructions take effect, Wayne will remain Prince Victoria, still happily accept Queen Victoria's support, and still maintain contact with Laterano and accept "aid." However, he will become grateful, Laterano's contributions will become valuable, and Wayne will truly begin to act, providing intelligence, secrets, and even betraying Victoria at crucial moments—provided Laterano can gather enough "favors."

If it weren't for the awe of the Demon King, another master in the realm of the spirit, and the realization that his own abilities weren't sufficient to directly confront the Demon King, Michael would have already come to him directly. Why would he need to blackmail Urbino into acting as a go-between?

However, a little setback can make success feel more rewarding, and Michael likes that feeling.

She gracefully descended the aircraft's steps, overlooking the streets and alleys of Lungmen in the distance. Her heart was already filled with anticipation for the moment she would meet Wayne.

Mr. Spy, Michael has brought you your doom.