At the agreed restaurant, Wayne met Kerr and the ugly sister he mentioned.
I have to say, it is really beautiful.
This is a beautiful woman with long brown hair. She has a superior appearance and figure, especially her dignified temperament. With red lips and glasses, she looks intellectual with a hint of forbidden sexiness.
"Meet me, this is my sister Mona Hawthorne."
Kerr introduced the two enthusiastically: "He is Wayne. I mentioned him to you before. Although he is young, he already has his own detective agency. He is talented and has money. He is young and promising, which is the type you like."
It's a bit too much to be so successful at a young age. My detective agency is supported by gigolos.
Wayne looked at Kerr in confusion. Isn't she your sister? Why does the last name differ?
Kerr shrugged and said perfunctorily: "It's a reconstituted family. She's an adult. It's normal for each of them to have their own surname."
I wouldn't believe you!
Wayne rolled his eyes, politely extended his hand to shake Mona's, and subconsciously looked at the other person's clothes and appearance.
She was very young, not even thirty judging by her appearance, and her clothes and makeup were very decent, bright but just right. She was wearing a black skirt that was below her knees and a pair of stockings, which showed that she was not bad financially.
At the same time, Mona was also looking at Wayne. She looked very carefully, far more than just a detective's habit.
Not long after tea time, Wayne turned this meeting into a recruitment event. Out of trust in Kerr's character, he recruited this female detective.
Mona is registered with the White Glove Association and is of the same blue grade as Wayne. She is beautiful and capable, and her expected salary is not high, so Wayne has no reason to reject her.
All detective employees are male, and recruiting a female detective will make it much easier to handle certain special cases.
After a pleasant afternoon tea, Wayne left a business card.
Just looking at Mona's detective level in the White Glove Association, Wayne knew without a doubt that this was a magician, and coming to him on her own initiative was definitely not as simple as being his younger brother.
It doesn't matter. Wayne's positioning of Mona is to only talk about work and not get involved in life. He has a clear distinction between work and life. Is he afraid that the other party will eat him up?
After Wayne left, Kerr looked at his 'sister' and asked in a low voice: "How is it, did you see anything, is it the person you are looking for?"
"It's not that easy."
Mona shook her head: "It is impossible to confirm for the time being, but since you said that he can transform into an angel, it is necessary to follow up on this clue."
“Can you tell me what the church is looking for?”
"Kerr, it's nice chatting with you. Thank you for your help. That's all for today. I have something else to do and I'll leave first."
Mona walked away swaying, leaving Kerr standing there rolling his eyes. If she didn't want to tell him, then she wouldn't tell him. He would investigate it himself.
"Wait a minute, why am I the one paying the bill?"
…
Wayne returned to the detective agency and asked Wesley to stop recruiting detective employees. Including him as the boss, the detective agency now has three detectives and there is no need to recruit new ones in the short term.
When you start your career, don’t take big steps.
Time passed quickly, a black car arrived at the commercial street, and the butler Fla came to pick up the master from get off work.
Wayne sat in the back row, playing with an ancient silver coin in his hand. All six elements that constructed the hexagram were maxed out, and the four elements of earth, fire, water and wind were even more than puff level. Only the hexagram could not be connected in series.
What happened when he said things would come to fruition naturally? His sewer is about to overflow!
At the moment, the ancient silver coins are of little significance to Wayne, mainly because the Book of Greed has been eating them, like a black hole, devouring the gray space insatiably.
The black car drove into Jazz Road, and heavy rain suddenly fell, and the gloomy sky seemed about to collapse.
"It's too dark..."
Wayne realized something was wrong and signaled to Fla to stop the car. Strangely, the butler did not obey the master's order and drove into a black road.
It's getting darker and darker.
Wayne narrowed his eyes slightly, probably realizing something, and stuffed the ancient silver coin into the gap of the leather cushion.
The car stopped, the Undead Grunt opened the door and sat next to Wayne, and when they met he started laughing with his villain's signature weird laugh.
Wayne rolled his eyes: "Dean Plank, you don't have to cover your face every time."
"That won't do. A person must be honest. I promised the high priest."
Planck said that people should behave uprightly. He swore to God that he would never appear in front of Wayne on his own initiative. He could not break his oath and he must do what he said.
Your God is so easy to fool!
Wayne complained in his heart, and then he saw Planck taking the ancient silver coin from the gap between the seats.
"How strange, this silver coin is similar to the one I lost." Planck exclaimed that he was lucky and happily put the ancient silver coin in his pocket.
My silver coins!
Wayne looked reluctant as he watched the ancient silver coin being snatched away by the robbers, and swore in his heart that today's shame would be engraved in his heart forever, and he must get back what he lost with his own hands.
"Wayne, I heard that you met an evil god and an ancient god on Dragon Heart Island?"
"The dean also knows?"
"Of course, he is an ancient god after all."
Planck did not waste any time and frankly revealed to Wayne the relationship between the White Glove Association and the Free Mage League. Wayne was right. The Windsor royal family had a big hand, and the White Glove Association was just a part of it.
"Have you seen the Ancient God?"
"No, there was a lot of noise in my ears, and then I didn't know anything."
"What a pity... but it should be so. The ancient gods cannot be looked at directly, and cannot be described."
Planck sighed and fell into the same dilemma as the evil god. He longed to get the ancient god's candy, but was afraid that his body would not be able to handle too much sugar.
Planck sighed for a while and began to ask the evil god. He had the Holy Grail of blood in his collection. He wiped out a cult that believed in blood and also believed in the evil god.
Faith is nothing more than a business, and it won’t go wrong to believe more.
There was nothing to hide about the coming of the evil god of hell, so Wayne told the story truthfully. When he talked about the evil god who was recklessly trying to seize the faith of the ancient gods, Planck's skull laughed strangely.
If the evil god wasn't so greedy, perhaps his plan to descend to the human world would have succeeded.
All success comes from greed, all failures come from too greed!
Planck took back the ancient silver coin, asked for the information he wanted to know, opened the car door and was about to leave. Wayne was unwilling to let him go like this, and asked about life magic and the silver cross.
"Every church has studied life magic. The situation is very complicated. I can't say who is right or wrong..."
Planck gave an example: "The Life Alliance's theory of elven evolution, the skeletonization of death, and the Marshall master and apprentice you saw last time can all be considered life magic. This is a very grand topic. When you reach the level of a silver mage and learn the church's magic of faith, your life will naturally begin to evolve."
Wayne wrote down these words. Planck was a mage of the Free Alliance. He did not have absolute beliefs and looked at issues from a more objective perspective. The reference value of his arguments was definitely higher than that of Sphy.
"As for the Silver Cross, you can definitely ask your teacher. The High Priestess is a Golden Mage, and these little questions won't be difficult for her."
Planck guessed that Wayne had already asked this question, and was happy that this genius did not trust his teacher alone. He clenched his fist and coughed lightly: "The components of the Silver Cross are Life, I, Space, and God. We free mages put 'God' at the end. God is very important, but it must not be the only one. This is related to your subsequent path..."
Planck spoke very directly and pointedly said, "The high priest is a disciple of the goddess of nature. Her only god is nature. You are different. Simply defining God as nature will only limit the heights you can reach in the future."
“So what should I define God as?”
"In theory, the more the better, but too much is not good either. People have their limits. If you have too many beliefs, your life essence, thinking, and knowledge reserves will have a hard time keeping up. Once these four elements are out of balance, the Silver Cross will never take shape."
Planck hesitated for a moment and said, "I suggest you do what you can. You can regard 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 think your life essence and mind are strong enough, you can consider adding darkness to it..."
"If this happens, your knowledge will not keep up, and the high priest will not provide you with knowledge of the dark faith. Then come to me. The Free Alliance is not in need of such knowledge."
Planck smiled happily, everything was going as planned, Wayne was destined to become a free wizard.
Wayne raised his eyebrows. Since they have joined the darkness, death can also be accepted.
Are two hands enough to hug the long legs of five goddesses at once?
By the way, he also has tentacles, and when the tentacles wrap around the long legs of the goddesses, the effect will be the same.
There's something to it!
"By the way, your teacher probably didn't tell you that magicians still need to capture the four elements when forging the silver cross." Planck patted Wayne on the shoulder and said, "Remember to come find me. I can lend you the ancient silver coins for a while."
It doesn’t cost much anyway!
Is there such a good thing?
Wayne looked at Planck with excitement. Although he felt he was being plotted against, he had to admit that the old man was a good man and he would really help when something happened.
Thank you, Schrodinger!
The car stopped, Planck left, the dark area dissipated, and the view returned to Jazz Road in the heavy rain.
Fla had no idea what had just happened. She sent Mr. Wayne home and turned to go to the school to pick up the future Mrs. Chris.
"It's too cheap and not elegant at all. It's time to hire a full-time driver." Seeing Fla busying around and doing everything at home by herself, Wayne couldn't bear it.
There was still some time before dinner, so Wayne asked the knight teacher about swordsmanship in the living room and also asked about the situation of the Silver Cross.
When it comes to the road ahead, every step of practice is important. Wayne will not listen to the devout Sifty, nor will he believe in Planck, who believes in freedom. To be honest, the beliefs of these two are very extreme.
It is wise to consult other opinions.
Valkyrie looked confused. What is the Silver Cross?
Wayne rolled his eyes and blamed him for forgetting that the female knight had no brains and it was useless to ask.
…
September 1st.
Wayne Detective Agency opened in a low-key manner, without loud gongs and drums or firecrackers, it was plain and did not cause any waves.
The White Glove Association sent a congratulatory letter and sponsored two commissions.
Wayne looked through the list. The first commission was to find a wealthy man’s missing pet dog, which was not difficult, so he gave it to Wesley. The second commission required a long journey by train, and he was frail and afraid of leaving the city of London as the world would be filled with evil gods, so he gave it to Mona.
As for himself, he concentrated on magic.
As promised, that night in the bedroom, I studied the combination of magical girl and stockings.
After a few days of depression, Willy rekindled her spirit. She learned dragon-slaying swordsmanship with Valkyrie during the day, and complained at night that home was too far away and she didn't want to walk at night so she just stayed overnight.
She remembered the appointment a few days ago and came to Wayne's bedroom to try on her stockings.
Wayne has always fully supported this kind of welfare distribution behavior. After the tutoring class was over, he also brought his senior students and teachers over.
Willy pouted in dissatisfaction but said nothing.
Wayne opened the closet, and inside were two full boxes of stockings, which made Willy's mouth open wide and Chris's eyes widen.
Although, why do you have so many feminine products in your closet?
They both imagined the scene of Wayne wearing stockings in their minds at the same time. It was so pleasant that they laughed out loud.
"Don't get me wrong, as a designer of stockings, I often sample the finished products of manufacturers. It is an important part of serving customers and this process cannot be skipped." Wayne explained the reason with a stern face.
The two magical girls suddenly realized and praised Wayne's professionalism, saying that they were too narrow-minded.
"Willie, this is yours, and Chris, thank you for your help as well."
Willy took the stockings, sat on the bed and changed them directly. Chris stood there in a daze: "I want to change too?"
"Please, this is the quality inspection process. I'll give you the stockings as a gift, and I'll give you a salary later."
“I want one too!”
"Okay, okay, I'll give it all to you. Double the amount."
Wayne glanced at Willy who was changing her socks, then turned back to look at Chris expectantly: "The maid at home doesn't have the right figure, so I can only ask you friends for help."
It was difficult for Chris to refuse. She was just about to say that she didn't need any salary, but Willy spoke first. In order to save the latter's face, she had to take a salary herself.
With the help of the smart reducer Willy, Chris became the second quality inspector in a daze.
She went back to her room and put on the samples, and then, according to Wayne's request, she and Willy worked on several figure-hugging looks.
It's a little embarrassing, but it's too late to say no now.
Both girls were wearing long skirts, and Wayne didn't ask them to lift up their skirts. It would have been too scary, and Chris would definitely be scared away.
At first, take it slow, and once you are used to it, you can provide samples of short skirts that can be paired with stockings.
Five minutes later, Wayne put down his sketchbook, thanked the two models for their generosity, and offered to treat them to a big dinner the next day as a sign of respect.
Under Wayne's regretful gaze, Willy and Chris left the bedroom without leaving the quality inspection samples.
…
Time went by and it finally came to September 3rd.
Wayne put on Valkyrie and practiced swordplay in the back garden. The hexagram in his body suddenly connected and took shape. He hurriedly stopped swordplay and carefully sensed the changes in the hexagram, trying to find a pattern to make it completely stable.
This time the balance lasted to twelve seconds, and Wayne was comfortable for a full twelve seconds, until the golden hair on the tip of his nose felt itchy and he sneezed, interrupting the session.
Valkyrie apologized: "Wayne, just now..."
"It has nothing to do with you. I just came here suddenly."
Wayne took off his armor, summed up the experience of forming the hexagram in series in recent days, and summed up a rule.
The less he cared, the more he focused on other things and the less he paid attention, the easier it was for the hexagram to take shape.
"The teacher is right. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Go out more and relax."
Wayne muttered to himself as he packed his armor into a suitcase, preparing to leave for Jianhe County early tomorrow morning.
It’s a four-hour round trip, leaving in the morning and returning home in the evening, and 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 exclusive magic anti-counterfeiting seal of the Church of Nature. As a leader of neither importance nor insignificance, he has been away from his post for a long time, and it is time for him to show up and make his presence felt.
Relax and experience the local characteristics of the university campus.
"No mistake. The next time it takes shape, the hexagram will be stable..."
Wayne looked at his hands. In the last twelve seconds, his body was filled with anger, and the Book of Greed was hungrier than usual.
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