At the appointed restaurant, Wayne met Kerr and his ugly sister.
I have to say, it is indeed beautiful.
This is a beauty with long brown hair. She has a good appearance and figure, especially her dignified temperament, red lips and glasses, and a little sexy with a hint of taboo in her intellectuality.
"Introduction, this is my sister Mona Hawthorne."
Kerr enthusiastically introduced the two of them: "He is Wayne. I have told you before that, despite his youth, he already has his own detective agency. He is talented and not short of money. You also like him when he is young and promising. That type."
Being young and promising is a bit too much, and I earned my living in the detective agency on a soft diet.
Wayne looked at Kerr in confusion, isn't she your sister? Why is the last name different?
Kerr shrugged and said perfunctorily: "Reorganize the family. She is an adult. It is normal for everyone to have different surnames."
It’s weird to believe you!
Wayne rolled his eyes, politely stretched out his hand to shake Mona's hand, and subconsciously looked at the other person's clothes and appearance.
She is very young, not even thirty based on her appearance. Her clothes and makeup are very decent, bright but just right. Wearing a knee-length black skirt and a pair of stockings, it can be seen that her financial strength is not bad.
At the same time, Mona was also looking at Wayne. She looked at him very carefully, which was far more than a detective's habit.
Afternoon tea was not long, and Wayne turned the meeting into a recruitment scene. Out of trust in Kerr's character, Wayne hired the female detective.
Mona is registered in the White Glove Association, and her rank is blue like Wayne's. She is beautiful and capable, and her expected salary is not high. Wayne has no reason to reject her.
All detective employees are men. It would be much more convenient to recruit a female detective to handle certain special cases.
After the pleasant afternoon tea, Wayne left a business card and left.
Just looking at Mona's detective rank in the White Gloves Association, Wayne knew without even thinking that this was a magician. It was definitely not as simple as being his little brother.
It doesn't matter, Wayne's positioning for Mona is to only talk about work and not get involved in life. Work and life are clearly separated, and he is afraid that the other party will eat him up.
After Wayne left, Kerr looked at his 'sister' and asked in a low voice: "How are you doing? Did you see anything? Is he the person you are looking for?"
"It's not that easy."
Mona shook her head: "We can't confirm it yet, but since you said he can transform into an angel, it's necessary to follow this clue."
“Can you tell me what the church is looking for?”
"Kerr, it was nice chatting with you. Thank you for your help. That's it for today. I have to leave first."
Mona swayed away, leaving Kerr rolling his eyes and saying nothing, he would investigate on his own.
"Wait a minute, why am I the one paying the bill?"
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Wayne returned to the detective agency and asked Wesley to stop recruiting detective employees. Including his boss, the detective agency has three detectives and there is no need to recruit new people in a short period of time.
When your career has just started, you can’t take too big a step.
Time flew by, the black car came to the commercial street, and the housekeeper Fula came to pick up the master after get off work.
Wayne was sitting in the back row, playing with ancient silver coins in his hands. All six elements of the hexagram were fully loaded, and the four elements of earth, fire, water, and wind were even more numerous, but the hexagram had not yet been connected.
Everything that was promised came true, and his sewers were almost overflowing!
At the moment, the ancient silver coins have little meaning to Wayne. The main reason is that the Book of Greed has been eating, like a black hole, swallowing up the gray space without satisfaction.
As the black car drove onto Jazz Road, heavy rain suddenly fell, and the gloomy sky seemed to be about to collapse.
"too dark……"
Wayne realized something was wrong and signaled Fula to stop. Strangely, the butler did not obey the master's order and drove into a black path.
Darker and darker, darker and darker.
Wayne narrowed his eyes slightly, probably realizing something, and stuffed the ancient silver coin into the gap of the leather seat cushion.
The car stopped, and the undead infantry opened the door and sat next to Wayne. When they met, they gave him the villain's iconic quack laugh.
Wayne rolled his eyes: "Dean Plank, you don't have to cover your face every time."
"This is not possible. You must be honest. I promised the high priest."
Plank said that a man must behave upright and he swore to the gods that he would never take the initiative to appear in front of Wayne. He could not break his oath and he must do what he said.
Your god is so easy to fool!
Wayne groaned inwardly, and then saw Gangplank taking the ancient silver coin from the gap in the seat.
"It's so strange. This silver coin looks like the one I threw away." Plank said he was lucky and happily put the ancient silver coin away.
My silver coins!
Wayne watched with reluctance as the ancient silver coins were taken away by robbers, and he vowed in his heart that for thirty years to the east of the Tame River and thirty years to the west of the Tame River, today's shame will be etched in his heart forever, and he must take back what he lost with his own hands. .
"Wayne, I heard that you met the evil god and an ancient god on Dragon Heart Island?"
"Does the dean also know?"
"Of course, that is the ancient god after all."
Gangplank talked nonsense and frankly revealed to Wayne the relationship between the White Gloves Association and the Free Mage Alliance. Wayne guessed right. The Windsor royal family has really big hands, and the White Gloves Association is just one part of it.
"Have you seen the Ancient God?"
"No, it was very noisy at the time, and then I didn't know anything else."
"It's a pity...but it should be like this. The ancient gods cannot be looked at directly and cannot be described."
Gangplank sighed, and fell into the same dilemma as the evil god. He longed for the ancient god's candy, but was afraid that he would consume too much sugar and his body would not be able to bear it.
Plank sighed for a while and began to ask the evil god. There was a Holy Grail of blood in his collection. He destroyed a cult that believed in blood, and he also believed in the evil god.
Faith is nothing more than a business, there is nothing wrong with having more faith.
The arrival of the evil god from hell had nothing to hide. Wayne told it truthfully. When he mentioned that the evil god was desperate to seize the faith of the ancient gods, Gangplank's skull head cracked and laughed strangely.
If the evil god wasn't so greedy, maybe his plan to come to the world would have been completed.
All success comes from greed, and all failure comes from being too greedy!
Plank took back the ancient silver coins and asked for the information he wanted to know. He opened the car door and was about to leave. Wayne was unwilling to let him go and asked about life magic and the silver cross.
"Every church has researched life magic. The situation is very complicated. I can't tell who is right and who is wrong..."
Plank gave an example: "The elf evolution theory of the Life Alliance, the skeletonization of death, including the Master and Disciple Marshall you saw last time, can all be counted as life magic. This is a very grand issue. When you reach the Silver Mage, Learn the faith magic of the church and your life will naturally begin to evolve.”
Wayne wrote down these words. Plank is a mage of the Free Alliance. He has no absolute faith and has a more objective perspective on issues. The reference significance of his arguments is definitely higher than that of Xiffy.
"As for the Silver Cross, you can definitely ask your teacher. The high priest is a golden mage. These small problems won't trouble her."
Gangplank guessed that Wayne had already asked. He was happy that this genius did not trust his teacher. He clenched his fist and coughed lightly: "The components of the Silver Cross are life, self, space, and God. We Free Mage will use 'God' At the end of the day, God is very important, but he must not be alone. This is related to your subsequent path..."
Planck spoke very bluntly and made it clear: "The high priest is a disciple of the goddess of nature. Her god is only nature. You are different. Simply defining god as nature will only restrict the height you can reach in the future."
“Then what should I define God as?”
"It stands to reason that the more the better, but too much is not good. People have limits. If you have too many beliefs, it will be difficult for your life essence, thinking, and knowledge reserves to keep up. Once these four elements are out of balance, the Silver Cross will never Unable to form.”
Plank pondered for a moment: "I suggest you do your best. You can treat the three goddesses of the Life Alliance as gods and start with these three beliefs."
"Of course, you have a dark ring in your hand. If you feel that your life essence and thinking are strong enough, you can consider adding darkness to it..."
"In this case, your knowledge will not be able to keep up. The high priest will not provide you with the knowledge of dark faith. Come to me when the time comes. The Freedom Alliance is most in need of these."
Gangplank smiled happily, everything was going according to plan, and Wayne was destined to become a free mage.
Wayne raised his eyebrows. Since they have joined the darkness, death can also be done.
Are two hands enough to hold the long legs of five goddesses at once?
By the way, he also has tentacles. When the tentacles wrap around the long legs of the goddesses, the effect will be the same.
There's something going on!
"By the way, your teacher probably didn't tell you that magicians still need to capture the four elements when forging the silver cross." Plank patted Wayne on the shoulder: "Remember to come to me, I can lend you the ancient silver coins. a period of time."
It doesn’t cost much anyway!
Is there such a good thing?
Wayne looked at Gangplank with excitement on his face. Although he was being calculated, he had to say that the bad old man was a good man and he would do anything he wanted.
Thank you, Schrödinger!
The car stopped, Plank left, the dark area dispersed, and the vision returned to Jazz Road where the rain was falling.
Full of no idea what just happened, she sent Mr. Wayne home and then went to school to pick up the future Mrs. Chris.
"It's too cheap. It's not elegant at all. It's time to hire a full-time driver." Seeing that Fula was busy and had to do all the big and small things at home, Wayne couldn't bear it.
There was still some time before dinner, and Wayne asked the knight teacher for sword skills in the living room, and asked about the situation of the Silver Cross.
Regarding the road to the future, every step of practice is important. Wayne will not favor Heiffy, who has a devout faith, nor will he favor Plank, who has freedom of belief. To put it bluntly, the beliefs of these two people are very extreme. .
It is wise to refer to other opinions more often.
Valkyrie looked confused, what is the Silver Cross?
Wayne rolled his eyes, blaming him for forgetting that the female knight had no brains, so asking was a waste of time.
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September 1st.
Wayne Detective Agency opened in a low-key manner, with no noise of gongs and drums and no blast of firecrackers. It was an ordinary business without causing any disturbance.
The White Glove Association sent a letter of congratulations and kindly sponsored two commissions.
Wayne looked through it. The first commission was to find the rich man's missing pet dog. It was not difficult, so he left it to Wesley. The second commission was to take a train to a long distance. He was frail and afraid of leaving London. The city is full of evil gods, and it is left to Mona to deal with it.
As for himself, he concentrated on magic.
True to his word, he studied the combination of magical girls and stockings in the bedroom that night.
After a few days of depression, Willy rekindled Bai Ge's spirit. During the day, she learned dragon-slaying swordsmanship with Valkyrie. At night, she complained that it was too far from home and didn't want to walk at night, so she stayed overnight.
She remembered the agreement she made a few days ago to come to Wayne's bedroom to try on stockings.
Wayne has always been in favor of this kind of welfare-giving behavior. After the tutoring class was over, he even pulled his senior sister and teacher over.
Willie pouted dissatisfiedly, but didn't say anything.
Wayne opened the closet, which was filled with two boxes of stockings. Willie opened her mouth wide and Chrissy's eyes widened.
Although, why do you have so many women's products in your closet?
The two of them imagined the scene of Wayne putting on stockings at the same time. It was so satisfying that they both laughed out loud.
"Don't get me wrong, as a designer of stockings, I often check the finished products of manufacturers. This is an important step in serving customers. This process cannot be omitted." Wayne explained the reason with a straight face.
The two magical girls suddenly realized and praised Wayne's professionalism. They had just been narrow-minded.
"Willy, this is yours, and Chris, please bother you too."
Willie took the stockings, sat on the edge of the bed and changed them directly. Chris stood there blankly: "Do I want to change too?"
"Please, this is the quality inspection process. I will give you the stockings and I will give you a salary when the time comes."
"I also want!"
"Okay, okay, I'll give it all to you, double the amount."
Wayne glanced at Willie, who was changing her socks, and then looked back at Chris expectantly: "The maid at home is not of the right figure, so I can only ask your friends for help."
It was difficult for Chris to refuse. She was about to say that she could do without a salary, but Weili spoke first. In order to take care of the latter's face, she had to accept a salary herself.
With the help of outsourcing employee Willie, Chris became the number two quality inspector.
She reservedly went back to her room to change into samples, and then followed Wayne's request to do a few figure-highlighting looks with Willy.
It's a little embarrassing, but it's too late to refuse now.
Both women were wearing long skirts, and Wayne didn't ask them to lift up their skirts. It was too scary, and Kris would definitely be scared away.
Take it slow at first, and then offer samples of short skirts with stockings when you get used to it.
Five minutes later, Wayne put down his sketchbook and thanked the two models for their kindness. As a mark of respect, he would treat them to a big dinner tomorrow.
Under Wayne's regretful gaze, Willie and Chris left the bedroom without leaving the quality inspection samples.
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Time flies around to September 3rd.
Wayne put on Valkyrie and practiced swordplay in the back garden, and the six-pointed star in his body suddenly connected in series. He hurriedly stopped the sword dance, carefully sensed the changes in the hexagram, and tried to find a pattern to stabilize it completely.
This time the balance was extended to twelve seconds, and Wayne felt comfortable for a full twelve seconds, because the blond hair on the tip of his nose itched and he sneezed.
Valkyrie apologized: "Wayne, just now..."
"It has nothing to do with you, I just came suddenly."
Wayne took off his armor, summed up the experience of forming six-pointed stars in series in recent days, and came up with a rule.
The less he cares and the more he concentrates on other things without paying attention deliberately, the easier it is for the six-pointed star to take shape.
"The teacher is right, don't put too much pressure on yourself, go out more often and relax."
Wayne muttered to himself, packed the armor into his suitcase, and prepared to go to Jianhe County early tomorrow morning.
It takes four hours to go back and forth. I go out in the morning and come home at night. It doesn't delay the senior sister's stockings. No, it doesn't delay the senior sister's tutoring class.
Perfect!
Wayne's pastoral certificate has been issued, with the Natural Church's exclusive magic anti-counterfeiting seal. As a moderate leader, he has been away from his post for a long time, and it is time to show his face to increase his presence.
Take a moment to relax and see the local flavor of the university campus.
"It's not wrong. The next time it is formed, the six-pointed star will be stable..."
Wayne looked at his hands. In those twelve seconds, his body was filled with energy, and the Book of Greed was hungrier than usual.
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