Restarting the myth.

Chapter 119 Who is suing me?
Devil from hell!
Abo was startled, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he looked carefully at the figure sitting in the shadow.

In the city of London, light and darkness coexist, and there is as much sin as there is light.

The Taimu River is a popular check-in spot for destroying corpses and traces of the dead, and a large number of people flock to it every year. The fact that Abo can stand out from a crowd of cement barrels shows that he is not an ordinary person.

The fog stimulated his potential bloodline power, and his super vision was the best proof of it.

His eyes are very special and can capture details that ordinary people, magicians and even scientific instruments cannot see. In his eyes, the man in front of him has countless facial features, and each one is extremely real.

Looking into each other's eyes was like looking into the eyes of thousands of people. That kind of silent and lifeless attention made Abo feel cold in his heart.

It is hard to say whether he is a devil or not, but there is no doubt that he is very powerful.

No.

If you bring this kind of person to your master, if he turns out to be an enemy, wouldn't he become a guide?
Abo frowned and said, "Leave your name and I will pass it on to the master. I will come back in three days to get the news. As for whether the master is willing to meet you, I can't give you an accurate answer now."

"Tell your master that the demon from hell is called the Thousand-Eyed Demon."

As the shadow finished his words, his body disintegrated on its own. Millipedes crawled out of the windows, entered the cracks in the walls, or disappeared into the damp sewer entrances.

"too disgusting."

Abo had a horrified look on his face. He woke up the sleepy staff of the detective agency and asked them to buy a large amount of insecticide tomorrow and spray it every night after get off work. He must make sure to clean the detective agency inside and out.

He looked through today's files, took away the backup investigation files, and handed them over to his old boss, Officer Green.

The investigation commissioned by the Dawn Detective Agency covers a wide range of issues, but in the final analysis, it is nothing more than the word "unfairness". When the scales of law are tilted, it can only mean that there is a huge disparity in the identities and statuses of the defendant and the plaintiff.

Generally speaking, the police cannot handle such cases. Even if they are reported in the newspapers and make a big splash, the final result is often that the case is handled later.

Just follow the process.

Windsor has always been like this!

The reason why Officer Green was able to take the blame was because someone above him condoned the existence of the Dawn Detective Agency. This was an unusual signal, so strange that Officer Green still couldn't figure it out.

Who in the hall is suing me?

That makes sense. Come, take me down.

It's not just weird, it's outrageous!

Existence must have its reason. Abo attributed all the unreasonableness to his master. The Death Knight was extremely powerful. In order to appease him, all parties made concessions.

He respects his master from the bottom of his heart. Even though the Death Knight is not a human and the belief in death is often associated with evil, the facts are before him and he firmly believes that his master is a good man.

Just dead.

This time is no exception. Faced with the devil's request for cooperation, the master will definitely reject the other party at the first opportunity.

……

"Oh, he wants an alliance?!"

In the spacious flood control channel, Wayne received a message from his younger brother, who showed up riding on the Death Steed. When he learned that the Thousand-Eyed Demon had come to him on his own initiative, he didn't know what expression to use for a moment.

Just laugh and that's it.

"Jiejiejiejie————"

Bad news: The Thousand Eyes are joining forces with the Death Knight.

Good news: He is the Death Knight.

A few hours ago, Wayne was still worried about the whereabouts of the Thousand-Eyed Demon. He didn't know where to find him in such a vast world. Now that the other party was seeking death, he had no reason to turn him away.

"At this time three days later, take him directly to the West District Cemetery. I will be waiting for him there."

Wayne said cheerfully: "The belief in death was suppressed by the Life Alliance in Lundan, and the devils of hell were also expelled by the Heavenly Father Church. There is indeed a possibility of cooperation between us."

"But, my lord, the other party calls himself the devil."

Abo didn't want to disobey his master's order, so he said, "I'm not questioning you, but... he doesn't look like a good person..."

"Nonsense, of course the devil can't be a good person."

Wayne waved his hand and did not explain the reason for his meeting with the devil. He said directly: "But so what, I look like a good person?"

You just don’t look like it!

Abo opened his mouth, but finally obeyed the order and left.

"Master, under the oracle of the goddess, has brought about equality and absolute fairness in death. Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner. The reputation of the faith of death has greatly improved. There must be other purposes for choosing to cooperate with the devil."

Abo thought about it and tried his best to maintain the great image of his master. He soon convinced himself: "Yes, that's it. The master will use the Thousand Eyes Demon as a breakthrough point to bring the fairness and justice of death to hell."

----

Wayne House.

When Wayne returned from his walk, Fla had already finished counting the accounts and sorted the jewelry and books, sending the former to the warehouse and the latter to the study.

Wayne looked at the bill, asked Fla to go to bed early, and went to the study with the Holy Grail.

In the study, the female knight Valkyrie was flipping through ancient history books, trying to guess the era in which she existed and to remember her real name.

All I can say is that the idea is a good one.

Valkyrie's memories have disappeared along with the death of her body, and her remaining thoughts exist in the form of a curse. In short, she did not throw the file into the recycle bin, but threw away the recycle bin.

The reason why Valkyrie was lucky was that she could remember certain things from time to time during her daily conversations. These fragments of memory needed to be stimulated by external objects, and the ancient historical books collected by the cathedral were undoubtedly a good choice.

Wayne glanced at the female knight, then turned to study the Holy Grail and the black robe. The Holy Grail was a holy vessel with a certain amount of holy light inside.

The purity is limited, not even enough to fill the gaps in the Book of Greed. It is impossible to expect to obtain holy light through the Holy Grail.

This is more like a magic seed, through which you can obtain the key to open the door to holy light.

Wayne lowered his head to study it and found that his ear was itchy, so he shook his head and moved to the side.

"Sorry, I'm used to standing behind you." Valkyrie apologized.

It’s okay, it’s okay to hold it over!

Wayne's concept of love is very conservative, so conservative that he only likes women. Not only is he conservative, he is also very tolerant. When faced with his first love on August 8, he readily forgave the other party's offense.

"Valkyrie, what do you think of this Holy Grail?"

"It's a very dazzling light, but unfortunately it's polluted, it's neither pure nor clean."

Although Valkyrie's thinking is limited and there is no possibility of further improvement, she was extremely powerful when she was alive and her life level was transcendent. Even if she only retained part of her thinking, her vision was far higher than Wayne's.

She saw the flaw of the Holy Grail at a glance. The external holiness could not cover up the evil within. It was a contaminated holy vessel.

It works, but is of limited value.

Wayne was confused, but soon realized that Bishop Keith mentioned the history of the Holy Grail and told about the outrageous actions of its original owner, Noah III.

Noah III created seven holy grails, and the blood that carried sin was then concentrated and purified. This was the main reason why the holy grails were contaminated.

Why would we pollute the Holy Grail that we worked so hard to create if it has no benefit? It's just for purifying evil, is there really any need to go through so much trouble?

Wayne judged others by his own experience and guessed that Noah III's use of the Holy Grail to hold the blood of sin was not simply a matter of purification. He must have borrowed the power of the devil to deal with the devil.

According to this speculation, Noah III is a pragmatist and should join the Free Mage Alliance. "What a pity..."

Wayne shook his head. He had underestimated the ability of the Thousand-Eyed Demon's servant. If he had known that the other party was so powerful, he should have raised the price and taken the Holy Shroud into his arms instead of just being satisfied with a Holy Grail.

"Compared to the Holy Grail, this robe is undoubtedly purer."

Valkyrie picked up her black robe, closed her eyes, and tried to let go of her disguise.

I tried three times but failed each time.

She opened her eyes, her face extremely solemn: "Wayne, where did you get this robe?"

"It's a trophy. I picked it up because no one wanted it."

Wayne told the truth that he had turned the owner into a corpse with his own hands, and there was nothing wrong with the trophy.

Valkyrie nodded and said, "The robe's original appearance was not like this. A powerful person's mind changed reality and turned it into what it is now. I cannot restore it with my ability. You need to put on the armor."

Just hug me, it’s not the first time anyway.

Wayne put Valkyrie on his body, and the spirit behind him embraced him from behind, with the palms and backs of his hands tightly pressed together. The four hands held the knight's sword, stimulating light to dispel the evil spirits.

The dazzling light spread out like ripples, echoing in the study.

An inverted pentagram magic circle lit up behind the robe, and a black demonic shadow rose from the ground, forming a vague shadow outline in the study.

On one side is the Sun Knight holding the light, and on the other side is the dark evil shadow from hell. The diametrically opposite energies are clearly divided, each occupying half and confronting each other.

The power of darkness was only temporary and was broken by the endless flow of light. The inverted pentagram formation dissipated and the holy cloth revealed its original appearance.

Wayne picked up the square piece of linen, and as the light and shadow shone through it, he saw patches of blurry outlines.

"This is……"

His eyes lit up as he thought of the treasure of St. Dominic's Basilica - the Shroud of the Holy Shroud.

Wonderful! It turns out that the Holy Shroud has been returned to its original owner!

"This shroud once wrapped the body of the devil. It contains the purest sin in its blood. It is a rare treasure." Valkyrie said in Wayne's ear.

what?
Wayne suspected that he had heard it wrongly: "As far as I know, this is the holy cloth, which wraps the remains of a saint of the Heavenly Father Church. Did you see it wrongly?"

"The Holy See of Heavenly Father..."

Valkyrie frowned and said in rejection, "They are a bunch of hypocritical villains who harvest faith under the guise of light. It's not surprising that they do anything."

Wayne was a little dumbfounded. From the tone of the Knight Teacher, he knew that the relationship between the Heavenly Father Church and the Sun Church was very bad, far from being as harmonious as it is now.

Considering that everyone is playing with all their money, it is natural that colleagues are enemies and they are hostile and contemptuous of each other.

Valkyrie commented that the devil's blood of hell was an evil thing, but she also recognized that the Shroud was a rare treasure. After carefully sensing it, she said, "Yes, the light in the Shroud has been exhausted. It is very pure. If it is reprocessed, it can be made into a piece of armor."

Valkyrie plans to transform the Holy Shroud into inner armor, a chain mail to be worn inside the knight's armor, but Wayne disagrees. Times are changing, and chain mail is too ostentatious. It would be better to transform it into a suit that is more convenient to wear.

After the holy shroud is modified, it will be worn by Wayne, and his opinion is more important. Valkyrie did not force it. She measured Wayne's arm length with both hands, and then measured from his shoulders to his chest, abdomen, and legs.

Wayne: (ω)
Big sister’s hands are so soft!

The effect was average. Wayne's blushing was extremely lethal to the dragon-blood girl, but the mature and steady female knight didn't buy it at all. Seeing that the knight student was so bold that he even dared to tease his teacher, she pinched his leg hard with a smile.

"Hiss--"

Wayne gasped.

"My mind is not strong enough to shape it in a short time. I will give you the clothes in ten days."

"No problem, I can wait."

Wayne left the study with a grin on his face, and after he closed the door, the pain on his face immediately disappeared.

He raised his hand and pointed his index finger, and a ray of holy light lit up at his fingertips. The light obtained from the Holy Grail was limited in quantity and had no practical value.

As the Book of Greed switched, a mass of black liquid emerged from the fingertips, as viscous as crude oil, coming from the power residing in the Holy Shroud.

It is also limited in quantity and has no practical value.

However, he got two keys, one leading to heaven and one leading to hell, so he could find the organization and pretend to be one of them.

Overall, Wayne was quite satisfied with his harvest this time. He picked up a lot of things and found that there was no place like home.

It would be a shame not to pick up something along the way.

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9 month 9 day.

High Street Detective Agency.

President Wayne did his routine inspection, chatted with the two ladies at the front desk for five minutes, and then went to the office to look through the documents and files.

The detective agency had just opened, and as the boss he should have worked hard to make it bigger and stronger. Unexpectedly, he was delayed in Jianhe County for four or five days and disappeared for such a long time. He had to work hard on everything he said today.

On the opening day, the White Glove Association sponsored two commissions, which Wayne handed over to Wesley and Mona respectively.

Mona was very efficient and including the round-trip train ride, it only took two days in total.

After the entrusted settlement, Wayne received 30% of her profits according to the contract. He himself did nothing and made a net profit of 70%.

This is what it’s like to be a boss. If your employees work hard and risk their lives, and you don’t exploit them, then you’re still a human being!
Besides, he didn't exploit much. Assistant Wei worked at his own expense and even funded a detective agency for his boss. He didn't make any money and was always losing money, but no one said anything.

So, when Wayne learned that Veronica skipped work today, he didn't complain at all.

Willy skipped work too!

"It's outrageous. You give up your good job and just do nothing all day. Do you deserve the salary Veronica pays you?" Wayne waved his hand and put an X on Willy's attendance sheet.

After deducting one day's salary for full attendance, the accountant will directly count this money as the detective agency's profit when doing the accounting.

On the other hand, Wesley's investigation commission has not yet made any progress. After five days of investigation, the rich man's missing son has not been found.

A pet dog is easy to find but also difficult to find. Luck plays a big part in it. Wayne did not blame Wesley. He asked him to hurry up and give him three more days. If he still couldn't find it, he would ask Mona to step in.

Mona is a magician, and with her skills, finding a dog would be easy for her.

……

Wayne worked hard for a long time, and in the afternoon he received a call from Healy and drove to Randall Manor.

Wayne successfully constructed the hexagram and graduated from the magician apprentice stage. It was time to learn some practical methods.

In the northeast corner of Landau Manor, ten meters underground, a base similar to an air-raid shelter slowly opened towards Wayne.

The base covers a huge area. It was custom-built by Austin for his wife and daughter. It has two floors, an all-steel structure, and is reinforced with magic circles. It is specifically used for actual combat training.

Healy changed into long pants and a white sleeveless vest, revealing her slender shoulders and arms, and hooked her finger at Wayne:

"Hit me."

"Come at me with all your strength. Sister wants to test your punching power."

(End of this chapter)