Restarting the myth.

Chapter 228 Is this also in your calculation?
The next morning, Wayne drove Veronica to Wenches.

A hundred kilometers is not far, and driving is more free.

On the way, Veronica was still studying the documents and questioned the three clues Wayne had sorted out: "Isn't it too simple? The other clues are also very suspicious. Is there really no need to investigate?"

"These three clues are the most likely. Check them first. If you can't find anything, check other clues."

"why?"

“It has the most characters and the most complicated plot.”

"..."

That makes sense!

Veronica tried to retort, but when the words reached her lips she believed the mind of the social trash and said instead, "If it's so easy, we can finish it in two days, that's a plus, right?"

"The bonus points are not important. I hope to make a quick decision and finalize the candidate list in the shortest possible time."

"How to say?"

"The teacher's mortal enemy Flora is too quiet. If it were me, I would definitely be holding back on my ultimate move. I would either not move at all, or if I move I would kill her once and for all, not giving the teacher any chance to turn the tables. So the faster the better. I don't want to and can't give her too much time." Wayne replied.

Veronica nodded secretly, indicating that she had learned something new: "If these three clues are false, should we act separately?"

"No, I can't leave your sight."

Wayne glanced at Veronica and said, "It is possible that Flora is using a honey trap to seduce you. Keep a close eye on me to prevent her from getting the upper hand."

Veronica couldn't stand someone's narcissism and rolled her eyes at him: "She is the former saint, a high-ranking official in the church. It's impossible..."

"It's so funny. Auston is a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic!"

"No, he has no faith."

"I don't have any faith either, but I am still a candidate for the Son of God, right?"

"..."

Veronica was speechless and whispered, "The investigation team suspects that you are a bodyguard sent to assist me. The church cannot have a Holy Son unless you can become a woman."

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At noon, the two arrived in Wenches.

Wenches is the former capital of Windsor. It has a long history, many churches and a large number of royal tombs, making it very suitable for archaeology.

Following the clues in the document, the two found a bar in a remote location - the Big Turning Bird Bar.

According to reliable intelligence, the bar owner Franco is a black magician who runs an underground exchange. He was the last person to handle the Philosopher's Stone. Perhaps the whereabouts of one of the Philosopher's Stones can be found through him.

"Mother said that these are all actors. Franco is not a black magician, but one of the church's own. This level tests our ability to respond on the spot. Use your eloquence to convince him." Veronica said as she pushed open the car door.

"Don't worry, I'm a good speaker." Wayne shook his fist at Veronica.

"What do you want to do?"

Veronica hurriedly pulled him back and whispered, "Don't mess around. I'll say it again, we're one family."

"who knows?"

Wayne pointed at himself and said, "The teacher may know, and the investigation team may also know, but as candidates, we know nothing. Do you understand?"

"Is this okay?"

"Otherwise, the investigation team has put a lot of effort into writing the script, please respect them."

Wayne said this and pushed open the door of the bar.

The name of the Big Turnip Bar is full of Windsor's customs and culture. Even though it is located in a remote area, it is still able to stand firm, which shows that its business is indeed not bad.

Following this line of reasoning, the bar was not just a makeshift team set up by the investigation team, but had existed for a long time.

This is a secret base of the Natural Church.

There's nothing shameful about practicing faith.

It fully demonstrates the goddess's great mind, tolerates all kinds of people, respects all different forms of gender, and advocates equality for all beings.

At noon, there were not many people in the bar. The bartender was wiping the bar counter and a few guests were sleeping soundly in the corner.

He was snoring loudly. He was really tired last night.

Wayne slapped the bar and issued an order: "Hey, where is Franco? I have a business to discuss with him."

The bartender took the order, poured Wayne and Veronica a glass of wine, and then asked, "Dear guests, do you have a reservation?"

"No, but I just want to see him."

Wayne took out a thick stack of constitutional orders from his arms and said, "If all is well, I hope to see him within five minutes."

The bartender blinked and tried to take a stack of constitutional orders. Seeing that Wayne did not stop him, he quickly put the money in his arms and said, "Please wait a moment. I promise that the boss will appear in front of you within five minutes."

Veronica blinked, observing the operation of social garbage up close. She didn't know that Xifei had gone through the same thing back then.

Diligence can make up for lack of talent. As long as a girl has a humble heart and is willing to learn, she can also grow a smart mind.

Soon, in less than two minutes, the round-headed and fat bar owner Franco stood in front of Wayne with a businessman's smile on his face: "What's your name, sir?"

"It doesn't matter. I heard that you bought a philosopher's stone. Would you mind telling me about it?" Wayne went straight to the point.

"Ah this..."

Franco frowned and said, "Sir, I don't know where you heard this rumor from. I am a serious businessman and I don't sell random goods."

"I understand, add money, right?"

"This is not a matter of money..."

But are you, as a candidate, too skilled?

Franco smiled and said, "How about this, sir? Come back in the evening. There will be a small auction then. Maybe you can find what you want then."

NPC sends out side quests.

Wayne refused to click, raised his hand, grabbed Franco by the collar, and pulled him out from behind the bar.

Franco was very strong, even as heavy as a fat pig, but he could easily fly into the air, screaming like a pig being slaughtered, and smashed a table when he landed.

"..."xN
Several guests who were fast asleep opened their eyes, and along with Veronica and the bartender, they all opened their mouths.

Young man, didn’t the high priest of the district tell you that we are all one family?

If you want to show your force, no problem, come at night. I told you there will be an auction in the evening, and there will be dozens of people waiting for you to fight!
Wayne did not play by the rules. He picked up the high chair next to him and beat Franco without restraint, making Franco scream in pain.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, I remember where the Philosopher's Stone is."

"You remembered it so quickly, it must be fake. It's not that easy to fool me!"

Wayne swung the chair and hit him several times. Franco hugged his legs and begged for mercy: "I really remember it this time. I won't lie to you. The Philosopher's Stone is in the bar."

"What have you been doing!"

Wayne threw down the chair and asked the bartender to bring the food over. He lowered his head and said to Franco, "I have very clear principles and bottom lines. I hate you black magicians and believers of darkness and death the most. I will beat you up every time I see you. You have done so many evil things, and meeting me is retribution."

As he spoke, he began to talk about some easy-to-understand principles, such as eradicating evil and the goddess guiding justice. Everyone was silent and the bar was filled with a stagnant air.

Doesn't he really know?
It shouldn’t be!
Amid Franco's tears of grievance, the bartender came out with a wooden box in his arms. Veronica took it. Inside was a red crystal gem, the size of a fist, which exuded an obscure magic.

She nodded at Wayne. The stone was exactly the same as described in the intelligence.

"Yes, I didn't expect that a despicable black magician like you would be so trustworthy."

Wayne squatted down and put his hands into his arms. Franco hurriedly covered his face and found that Wayne did not pull out a gun, but handed him a brochure of the Natural Church. He was stunned.

"Lost man, I see the virtue of honesty in you. Although you are afraid of violence and have to keep your promise, I must admit that there is a glimmer of humanity in your dark soul. Please read this book, and I hope it can awaken the truth, goodness and beauty in your heart."

Wayne patted Franco on the shoulder and said seriously: "Join our Natural Church, and you can become a member of the justice camp like me."

Franco: Is it possible that I have been a member of the Church of Nature for a long time?
"Don't be confused, don't hesitate, the goddess will guide you on the road ahead, which is a road full of light and happiness."

Wayne slapped Franco's wound, infusing it with natural vitality to remove the bruises, and then he took out a stack of bills and stuffed it into Franco's arms.

What is this for?
"I firmly believe that the light of the goddess can dispel all darkness. Even a scum like you can turn over a new leaf and become a good person. You can even become a devout disciple with firm faith like me."

Wayne spoke earnestly, spreading the light of faith: "Franco, we are family from now on. Take this money, and consider it as my medical expenses to express my apology. I hope that next time we meet, you will be sitting in the library instead of running a bar."

"That's all I have to say. Think carefully about whether you want to live your life in a dark den or bathe in the glory of the goddess and be a good person."

Wayne patted Franco on the shoulder, gave him an encouraging look, and left side by side with Veronica.

In the car, Wayne checked the Philosopher's Stone, but didn't quite understand it, but it didn't matter, so he threw it on the back seat and went straight to the next clue.

After the two left, there was a long silence in the bar, and Franco took a long time to get up from the ground.

He put the thick stack of Queens into his arms and thought for a moment. The beating was worth it. If he was beaten by Wayne every day, getting rich would not be a problem.

But...

"Do you think he knows?"

"I don't think he knew, otherwise he wouldn't have used such heavy hands. Franco's head is bleeding..."

"No, I think he knew and did it on purpose. His performance was too stiff, especially those lines about the goddess. Although they were all true, but... In short, he didn't play by the rules and got a philosopher's stone."

"Franco, what do you think?"

I think he gave too much!
Franco took a deep breath and held up a church brochure: "I was beaten the whole time and have the most say. He knows nothing and is a candidate with strong faith."

"No!" the bartender yelled. "What's wrong?"

"If he really doesn't know, then won't he have to use his fists to clear the other two lines as well?"

"Ah this..."

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and make a phone call. You can't act like this, or he will have collected three stones in one day."

Everyone was in a panic, some were making phone calls, some were driving, and they were rushing to inform their colleagues of the change in the situation.

In the corner of the bar, a burly man woke up slowly. He took off the gentleman's hat that was covering his face, picked up the tasted drink and drank it in one gulp.

"interesting!"

"This is the first time I've seen a candidate pass this test. Is he doing it on purpose, or does he really not care..."

"But I don't hate it. If he becomes the Son of God, the church headquarters will definitely be very lively..."

"Hey, is he really a genius?"

The man had curly brown hair, a beard, a rough appearance, and reeked of alcohol. He stood up and left the bar carrying the bottle of wine.

During this period, Franco and others did not communicate with him, as if he did not exist at all.

……

The second clue destination is the block warehouse.

Gang leader Bunyan put down the phone, leaned back in his boss chair, put his legs on the desk, and asked the busty secretary beside him to light a cigar for him.

He puffed out smoke with an extremely disdainful smile, and the scar on his face twitched: "Franco is a loser. He handed over the Philosopher's Stone so quickly. He is so timid. How can he serve the goddess? He has no spirit of sacrifice at all."

"Let him hit you if he wants to. It's broad daylight and there are so many people watching. How dare he beat you to death?"

After saying that, there was a burst of sneer.

Benyan bit the cigar, opened the drawer, slapped a pistol on the table, and said to the secretary: "Tell everyone, be careful, the target is a smart reckless man, if they dare to take action, I allow them to shoot, as long as no one is killed, I will take responsibility for everything."

"Benyan, is this really okay?" the busty secretary asked faintly.

"How to say?"

"People from headquarters come once every twenty years, and the high priest is here every day, and his target is the children of Austin Landau. Even if the high priest doesn't do anything to you, Landau has connections in both the black and white worlds, so you will be the only one who will be unlucky." said the secretary.

Benyan's eyelids twitched. That was indeed the case. The high priest had to go through the procedures to deal with him, but Austin only needed to sneeze to deal with him.

"Having said that, I, Benjen, have already dedicated my life to the goddess. The Landau family is nothing but a mere scare against me."

Benyan loosened the buttons on his collar and said, "Tell everyone that peace is the most important thing. Don't use guns. Take out those crowbars..."

"By the way, open the magic barrier. Austin's son's heart will definitely be attacked by surprise."

The secretary nodded and left.

Benjen bit his cigar and muttered to himself, "We can't let them get the Philosopher's Stone easily, at least not here. There are dozens of brothers in the stronghold. Even if they rush in, we can hold it for three days..."

"Well, it's not a big problem."

boom!
With a loud bang, the ceiling collapsed. If Benyan had not been quick-witted, he would have been buried in the rubble.

"Are you Benjen?"

Wayne stood in the ruins and said to the stunned Benjen: "In the name of the goddess, you social scum deserve to die. You didn't meet me before, but today your retribution has come."

"Bullshit, you must know that."

"what do you know?"

"Uh……"

"I can't tell you!"

Wayne sneered and clenched his fist. He smashed the magic barrier in front of him with one punch and shouted angrily: "Okay, you are not only a gangster boss, but also a black magician who burns, kills, robs and commits all kinds of evil. You met me today, and your retribution has come. The goddess will severely punish your sins."

Ben Yang was completely dumbfounded. It was the first time he had seen such a shameless person. He raised his voice: "My dozens of brothers..."

"They're all getting beaten outside!"

"..."

Ah, so fast?
Even faster.

As a fellow silver mage, Benjen was killed instantly by Wayne and was pinned to the ground and punched.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
"Tell me, you evil black magician who stole the faith of nature, where did you hide the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Hahaha, kill me if you have the guts. If I tell you today, I am your son."

Five minutes later, Benyan knelt on the ground and cried loudly. He underestimated Wayne, who relied on pretending to be stupid and dared to beat people to death.

Every time the team was down to eight points, Wayne would come to their rescue and bring the team back to five points.

It went on and on for several times. It was hard to say whether others could bear it or not, but he couldn't bear it anyway. He semi-automatically handed over the Philosopher's Stone and cried and shouted that he wanted to be the adopted son of the Landau family.

"Go to hell!"

Wayne kicked Benjen away. He was so ugly, and he wanted to be Aston's grandson. He could only dream on.

He slammed the Church of Nature pamphlet on Benjen's face and said viciously, "The goddess is kind and merciful. Even if you are a piece of social trash, the goddess is willing to give you a chance. I won't kill you today, but I will come back in three days. If you can't recite this book by heart, I will beat you again."

Physical missionary work.

Bunyan: (╥╥)
Is it possible that he has memorized this book by heart?
Is there also a possibility that this book was printed by the factory he is in charge of?

"Damn social rubbish, I'm annoyed just looking at you, thank the goddess for her mercy, or you'd be dead today."

Wayne left the office with the Philosopher's Stone in his hand and spoke harshly. When he passed by the warehouse, he ignored the brochures all over the room and asked Veronica to leave.

The two drove straight to the last clue.

If he hurried, he could not only collect all three Philosopher's Stones in one day, but also make it to the Landau family's dinner.

……

"Is this really good?"

Veronica sat in the passenger seat, looking at the two Philosopher's Stones, and sighed, "You knew they were your own people, yet you still used such a heavy hand."

"Doesn't this show that they wrote a good script and hid it from both of us?"

"That's true, but you still need to use your brain to be assessed. You can't even recognize your own people, so your score won't be very high."

"They know I see it but pretend not to, unless they admit their script is rubbish..."

Wayne grinned, "It's not my fault anyway. The mission wasn't completed properly because there was something wrong with their script. I don't want to blame them. They know what to do."

"You are so skilled!"

"My father taught me well. I still have a lot to learn from him."

Wayne said modestly, and soon they arrived at the third target.

Abandoned church.

No one, not a single person.

According to the script, there should be an NPC lurking here, who has the clues to the Philosopher's Stone and has set up many checkpoints. Only those who are sincere and kind can get the clues from the NPC.

Apparently, the script was changed at short notice.

"Damn, I'm still a step too slow." Wayne sighed and shook his head.

Veronica chuckled: "What did I say? We should have split up from the beginning."

"And then, we get three Philosopher's Stones in one day, breaking the record for the fastest candidate to pass the test. The higher-ups blame us, and all members of the investigation team are punished. Not only will we lose face, but we will also lose our jobs?"

Wayne left Veronica speechless and patted her golden-haired head. "Find a hotel and rest for three days. Give the investigation team time to create a new script. Don't go too far, especially for geniuses like you and me. It's easy to offend people if you act too arrogantly."

"But you have already offended?"

"How could that be? I will be fooled by useless clues for the next three days."

"It's a bit confusing..."

Veronica understood a little, but not completely, and said dryly: "Wayne, is this also in your calculation?"

"There is no calculation. Just don't treat others as fools. They treated us as fools and thought we would cooperate with the performance based on empiricism, so they lost the initiative."

Wayne glanced at Veronica and taught her, "Veronica, remember, you must always take the initiative in your own hands."

"I have taken the initiative now. The investigation team does not want to be punished, so they will beg us to perform next."

"The rating may not be high, after all, they have grievances and have never seen me behave so recklessly, but the rating will not be low either. If it is exposed to the public, they will be the ones who will suffer."

"Uh……"

"Why, do you have any more questions?"

"Wayne Landau, you and your son look so alike, was I picked up?"

"Ah, when did you find out?!"

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(End of this chapter)