Chapter 336 This Dignified Face Can't Possibly Be an Undercover_4

Fragments of memory interspersed with a haughty personality constantly impacted Mona's sense of self, but through practical experience, she uncovered a method to counteract the memory interference.

The results were extraordinary, as such an arrogant personality couldn't bear those murky images. Whenever Mona mentioned them, the other party almost immediately backed down.

Swish, swish, swish!

A mass of black fog surged from the ground, and within it, numerous black venomous snakes hissed with crimson tongues, twisting and forming the shape of a figure cloaked in a black robe.

Wayne fixed his gaze, and a tentacle stretched out, speaking, "Who are you, you are not my faith's Cathedral Lord."

The man in the black robe was the mortal vessel for Smedley, the Familiar of the Lord of Envy, harboring part of Smedley's thoughts; he was essentially Smedley's devil incarnate.