Restarting the myth.

Chapter 139 It blew up that night

Atlee and Gunther returned to St. Paul's Cathedral alive because the angel opened the door himself. When the tactical team returned to the cathedral, they found that the two leaders had arrived first.

Atli fought to his death, Gunther managed to regain half his life, and the situation of both leaders was not very good.

Renata was an exception. The angels were very caring towards those with the Holy Spirit physique. Apart from some discomfort in her neck, everything else was normal for the girl.

As the news of the two golden wizards returning to the cathedral spread, other forces in Lundan began to search for the Gate of Hell to determine whether the devil had been completely expelled.

For example, the Free Mage League rushed to the crime scene as soon as possible, led by Orb.

The altar was destroyed, the lava territory was reclaimed by Hell, and the gates of Hell were closed...

The mysterious space deep underground in Lundan disappeared, and Orb found nothing. He put a question mark on the report. The Thousand-Eyed Demon had indeed disappeared, but out of caution, it could not be arbitrarily concluded that the other party had been driven back to hell.

The arrival of the Thousand-Eyed Demon still needs to be investigated.

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9 month 25 day.

Landau Manor, base.

There were constant sounds of groans and grunts in the arena. Since Xifei was watching from the sidelines, the two men fighting were very martial and stopped when they were ready. No hugs or takedowns occurred.

Half an hour later, the last sparring session ended.

Xifei looked at Wayne curiously: "What's the matter? You seem to be in low spirits these days?"

Veronica nodded. She also noticed that Wayne had been well-behaved and honest these days, and was clean during sparring, unlike before, when he would always take advantage of her when she wasn't paying attention.

It's so boring!

She also hoped to learn more about the evil nature of human nature from the scum of society!

Wayne looked regretful for not picking up things on the road. Hearing this, he sighed and waved his hand, saying, "I made an investment recently, but I didn't make any money. If I don't make any money, I will lose money. I feel a little depressed."

It's more than just a loss, it's a huge loss. Because of this incident, his appetite has increased a lot recently.

I ate a lot at Landau's house every day, as if eating more could make up for the losses.

When Veronica learned the reason why Wayne was so upset, she curled her lips. The eldest lady had no concept of money and didn't understand why she was sad about losing money on an investment.

In the words of Mr. Landau, there are gains and losses in investment, and there is no eternal winner in the business world. As long as there is a profit in one out of ten investments, the losses of the previous nine times can be made up.

It cannot be said to be wrong, but this is the investment philosophy of rich people and is not suitable for ordinary people. Ordinary people can just envy it, but if they believe it, they will become leeks.

When Heaphy heard Wayne was worried about the investment, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't be depressed. The stockings market is booming, and the factory is working overtime every day. You will get your first dividend next month. You have become a millionaire on your own."

You only need to make one move to have enough food and clothing, so what are you depressed about?
Wayne perked up when he heard that. Indeed, the sales of stockings were so hot that the market of London alone was enough to ensure that he would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.

Due to production capacity issues, the stockings could not meet the needs of the London market and could not be rolled out to the entire Windsor. Also, because of its great reputation, several foreign companies lined up to discuss cooperation.

Socks are hard to come by!
After a period of time, especially when the war breaks out, factories will focus on producing military supplies, the output of stockings will experience a cliff-like drop, and the selling price will be even more exaggerated.

By then, you won’t even need to talk to pick up girls. Men can just wear a pair of stockings when they go out and they’ll get the girl that night.

"The sparring session ends today. Starting tomorrow, I will teach you close combat techniques, especially you, Veronica. You are already a silver mage, but your use of magic power is still very weak..."

Xifei spoke eloquently, belittling Veronica to nothing, and finally raised her eyebrows: "Be careful, if you keep slacking off like this, you will soon be surpassed by Wayne."

It was an obvious provocation, but it worked great on Veronica. It instantly aroused her fighting spirit and also brought hatred to Wayne.

Wayne didn't care and even secretly gave a thumbs up, saying well done. With the help of this wave of hatred, he had 108 postures to make the female college students cry and scream.

"As for you, go back and have a good rest today. Tomorrow I will formally teach you how to practice the Silver Cross." Xifei said.

I am finally coming!
Wayne's eyes lit up. It should have started a few days ago. With the help of the dragon-blood girl's fist, his potential was fully realized and his life essence no longer grew.

After laying the foundation, it's time to sprint to the next level.

But soon, Wayne's face turned bitter again. If he remembered correctly, in the Silver Cross stage, the magician still needed to strengthen his life essence through the four elements.

As time passed, with his continuous hard study, he was no longer the ignorant magic apprentice he used to be. He was proficient in various basic magical theories and had a detailed understanding of magic.

Whether it is silver or gold, the key to a magician's practice lies in the word "balance".

The initial hexagram, the cross in the middle stage, and the final and most stable triangle, the magician cannot do without balance in every step.

For example, in the Silver Cross stage, the four attributes of God, life, emptiness and self complement each other, and balance cannot be achieved without any one of them.

For other magicians, life, the essence of life is the simplest link. Just meditate on it and the daily element intake will be met.

In order to prevent going astray, one even has to control the intake of fire element.

Wayne is different. The simplest link for others is as difficult as climbing to the sky for him. It’s not that he doesn’t work hard, but that his fellow villagers have become poor and there is no money to be made from them.

Speaking of this, Wayne immediately thought of Dean Schrödinger, and hoped that the ancient silver coin would be recovered as soon as possible and return to its rightful owner.

"One more thing. My time is limited. I can teach you fighting skills but I can't always be your sparring partner. If you want to improve, you still need to work hard on your own."

Xifei glanced at the two of them and reminded them, "In the following sparring, you are allowed to fight back. It will no longer be a round-by-round system where you can only take a beating without fighting back. Be careful to grasp the degree and don't make a fool of myself again."

The two nodded obediently, both saying that they would know how to behave properly.

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That night.

Wayne House, study.

After tutoring, Chris hesitated, as if she had something to say.

Seeing her like this, Wayne's heart skipped a beat, thinking that his upcoming promotion to Silver Mage had been exposed.

"Senior, is there something on your mind?"

"It's not that I have any worries. The church has assigned me a task..."

Chris blushed and said embarrassedly, "Recently, the church is planning to build a new library in Lundan. They asked us to mobilize our interpersonal relationships to raise funds. The income will be divided equally among the investors. I want to ask if you are interested?"

“Can I make money?”

"Uh, that should be okay."

Being so tactful in deceiving people is definitely a losing business.

Wayne raised his hand and touched his chin, looking at Chris with a critical eye, which made the latter blush and her heart beat fast, and her eyes flickered and looked away.

Feeling guilty!
It’s a losing business.

The Moonlight Church was short of money and was preparing to raise sponsorship. Chris thought of him first instead of Miss Veronica. Wayne was encouraging about this, and his efforts paid off as he insisted on picking up his daughter when she went to and from school.

However, not making any money means being taken advantage of. Doesn’t he look like a leek?

These are not the main points. The main point is that the Moonlight Church wants to build a new library. If we analyze it in depth, we will find that there is a lot of story here. The new library is just a disguise. The deeper meaning is to expand the power and build a new base. The Moonlight Church already has a base in Lundan, so building another one is not very meaningful.

Looking beyond the surface to the essence, it is more like a version update than an expansion of power. The scale of the Moonlight Church in Lundan will usher in a new scale, similar to the current scale of the Natural Church. On the basis of the original priests, a high priest will be airborne.

Quite interesting. No wonder the Moonlight Church is short of money. It must have cost a lot to persuade the royal family.

Based on Wayne's understanding of the Windsors, the royal family had signed agreements with several churches to enhance the status of the Life Alliance and suppress the Church of the Heavenly Father, thus ensuring the royal family's absolute rule under the constraints of many parties.

What happened? Why did the royal family agree to the expansion of the Moonlight Church? Is it related to the coming of the Thousand-Eyed Demon?

Wayne thought a lot and finally nodded: "Senior sister, you have already asked, how can I let you down? Name a price, how much do you want?"

"Uh……"

Chris hesitated and whispered, "Although you may make money, there is also the risk of losing money. Wayne, do you want to reconsider it?"

Good girl, how can you attract sponsorship like this?

That's me. If I meet a pervert, I will definitely take the opportunity to make some obscene requests and finally trick you into having a miscarriage!
Wayne raised his eyebrows and said, "It doesn't matter whether I make money or not. You help me with my homework every night. I should be the one thanking you. For the sake of our friendship, I am willing to lose money."

Speaking of tutoring classes, Chris had to complain a few words. She felt that Wayne could learn the basic theories of magic that she explained quickly, and he could apply them to other similar situations. He got full marks in every test.

Is there a possibility that Wayne would have been fine without her tutoring?

When asking for help from someone, one must not expose their little thoughts. Besides, the snacks at Wayne's house are really delicious, and the housekeeper speaks nicely. She likes the atmosphere here very much. It is much more relaxed and free than staying in the church.

"It has been decided happily. Senior sister, please go back and ask how much money is needed to build a new base, no, a new library. If it is not much, I am willing to invest. Anyway, I won't lose much." Wayne said righteously.

Chris opened his mouth and said, "Since you know you will lose money, then don't invest. I'll go to the school to ask, maybe there is someone there..."

"That's not necessary. What if you run into a pervert?"

Wayne waved his hand and said, "I owe you a lot of favors before. For example, you helped me open the door to the magic world, you tutored me every day, and you supervised the product of stockings. You have made great efforts behind them. Give me a chance and let me lose a little."

Chris thought about it and it seemed to make some sense, so... should she take a small loss?
"By the way, speaking of product monitoring, I recently suddenly thought of a new set of clothing designs for office working women. I hope you can be my design model." Wayne took out paper and pen and started drawing.

A white short-sleeved shirt + a black suit skirt is elegant, stylish and fashionable, easily showing the confident charm of women, and is suitable for all occasions.

In this era, it can definitely lead the fashion trend.

Chris looked at it for a while, pointed at the black skirt, and said in surprise: "Isn't it too short? It doesn't even reach the knees."

Not only does it not reach the knees, it clearly only covers the buttocks. It is a hip skirt that can be paired with black stockings to create a stunning look.

"This is an essential part of the design. You think it's useless, and I think it's useless too. We have to be scientific and not take it for granted. Only by seeing the finished product on the model can we determine the final length of the skirt." Wayne talked nonsense in a serious manner, and his serious look seemed as if he was guarding justice.

Chris squinted at Wayne, raised her hand and added two black lines on the design so that the skirt barely touched her knees.

It can’t be any shorter, otherwise I won’t be able to bear the shame!
Wayne nodded. He knew what the final product would be. The hem would definitely go above the knee. Drawing a hip skirt was nothing more than using the window theory and letting Chris compromise.

The length of the skirt is not important, or even the skirt itself is not important, what matters is that if there is one, there will be two, and he has a model.

"Senior, please stand still. I will measure your waist and hips and make the sample in the next two days."

"..."

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Commercial Street, Wayne Detective Agency.

The Dawn Detective Agency across the street is still doing a booming business. The believers in death are the typical ones who don't make money. In order to make the belief in the fairness and justice of death deeply rooted in people's hearts, they are so busy that their hair is falling out.

"If we open a wig shop here, business will definitely be booming."

Wayne stopped the car, went to Jianhe County to check in in the morning, went to Randall Manor to learn magic in the afternoon, and even took time out of his busy schedule to visit the detective agency. Day by day, he was filled to the brim.

“It’s so hard to make money!”

Wayne got out of the car and closed the door. He had only taken a few steps when he felt a pair of lustful gazes coming from behind. The angle was so obscene that it made his anus feel cold and he could not help but shiver.

When you are in Windsor, beware of sneak attacks from behind.

Wayne turned around and looked, and surprisingly, the owner of the lustful gaze was not the bald gay, but a tall and long-legged beauty.

"Detective Mona, what are you doing following me?" Wayne said with a dark face.

"Hey, boss, is that you?"

Mona exclaimed in surprise, but she was so busy looking at the butt that she didn't notice who was behind him.

"Even if it wasn't me, you can't... show some ladylike reserve. Forget it, be more careful next time."

Wayne sternly scolded his employees, blaming him. He should take some responsibility for Mona's awakening of strange habits.

Putting aside the facts, the Vatican must bear the main responsibility. It has been so many days, why haven't they arranged psychological counseling for the undercover agent?
Seeing that she had locked on to her boss's ass, Mona was so embarrassed that she almost dug out a cathedral with her feet. She just stood there grinning and gave a few feeble explanations.

'Bruce' disappeared and there has been no news since then. The Vatican has given up the search and rescue efforts and just pretends that this person does not exist.

Asking means that the mind is still there and the person is not dead. If you ask again, it means that he knows nothing.

Mona admires Bruce very much. If he hadn't been undercover beside the devil and would rather sacrifice himself to pass on information to the outside world, the Holy See would have had to pay a heavy price to expel the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

It is possible and very likely that the devil will open the gates of hell, and all the people of London will suffer, with millions paying the price with their lives.

Mona wanted to know who Bruce was. A hero shouldn't be nameless and shouldn't be buried in the truth of history. Maybe Bruce didn't care, but she wanted to say thank you to him.

This is what heroes deserve!
Mona has limited information at hand, and the only way to confirm Bruce's identity is through his butt. She has engraved this feeling into her soul and is confident that she can find the hero with just a pinch.

The current population of Lundan is over six million, and even if we only count half of it, there are three million males. With such a huge crowd, it is impossible for her to try each one out one by one. She can only estimate with her eyes first, and then find the right opportunity to take action.

She thought Wayne's butt was similar, at least it looked pretty perky.

"Don't do such boring things next time. If someone sees it, it will affect the reputation of the detective agency." Wayne scolded him again, turned around... and let Mona walk in front.

Walking into the office, Wayne checked the recent attendance. It had been almost a month, and Wesley still hadn't found the rich man's son.

"You can't even find a dog, and you still have the nerve to call yourself a famous detective..."

Wayne muttered to himself. He believed in Wesley's business ability. Since he even found Wesley, the commission was very likely to involve a mysterious incident.

After thinking about it, Wayne called Mona and handed the commission to her.

"Resolve it as soon as possible. Make sure to give the client an explanation as to whether he is dead or alive." Wayne ordered: "Wesley has been investigating for a long time. Ask the other party directly."

Mona nodded and left with the commission file.

She had some guesses about the missing pet dog. Some time ago, the tactical team killed magical creatures in the Thousand-Eyed Demon's lair. Most of the magical creatures were stray dogs wandering the streets before the transformation, and were captured by Jerrieff's black-robed minions.

"Perhaps this commission can be used."

Mona lowered her head slightly, and a light flashed in her glasses. She had been investigating Wayne's identity for some time, but had never found a suitable opportunity.

(End of this chapter)