Restarting the myth.

Chapter 87 The Death Knight is just a hammer!
"I love Dawn!"

"I love the dawn—"

A group of about thirty to fifty people came from nowhere, holding homemade bulletin boards and telling the stories of the glorious achievements of the Dawn Detective Agency and the law firm along the street.

Not long after the detective agency was founded, it had already reached long-term cooperation with several newspapers and specially contracted a section to publish plain evidence and bravely expose the darkness and injustice of society.

The scope of the crackdown is extremely wide, from the bottom-level social gangs, to the middle-level tax thieves who neglect their duties, to the upper-level parliamentarians and other officials. Whenever there is a commission, there will be conclusive investigation results.

Under normal circumstances, such ignorant detective agencies and law firms would not last long. They would face closure and rectification for one reason or another after only three to five days of operation.

But the Dawn Detective Agency still managed to survive and even sparked a huge discussion in London.

Several churches remained silent, unwilling to face the Death Knight. All official threats and intimidation were blocked by Abo and Officer Green, who took the blame. Abo would expose the dirty laundry of anyone who dared to obstruct Abo's justice.

Qualified people avoid suspicion and don't want to be bitten by the dog, while unqualified people can't afford to provoke it and are afraid of being bitten to death by the dog. As a result, this shit-stirring stick has been shaking for a long time, but no one dares to touch it until now.

This strong wind blew quickly across the streets and alleys and accumulated a large number of supporters among the grassroots people, especially those poor people who had nowhere to turn to. A desperate free aid was exchanged for tears of gratitude.

When these people get serious, they are much tougher than the fearful followers of the Goddess of Death.

The parade team that Wayne saw was spontaneously organized by those who received assistance. They had jobs and were very busy, but in order to express their gratitude, they came every day to help with publicity.

((;)
Inside the car window, two faces silently watched the parade go away.

Veronica held her breath and guessed that there were followers of the Goddess of Death in the team. They had been expanding rapidly in recent times and had attracted a large number of ignorant people.

A drop of cold sweat fell on Wayne's forehead. As far as he knew, in this age of confusion in faith, there was a guiding ideology with extremely firm beliefs.

Especially in Windsor, this guiding ideology was so popular among the nobility that it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as rampant.

I won't go into details, just use the sickle and hammer to fight.

Wayne thought further than Veronica. Just now, the scene in front of his eyes flashed, and the believers of the goddess of death tore off their black robes and shouted for everyone to unite.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it, but... it should be a matter of time..."

"If the wealthy West Side is like this, then the South Side and East Side where the working class gather will be in trouble!"

Oh my god, the queen will not be overthrown and reduced to working as a maid to make a living, right?
Wayne shuddered and hallucinations appeared before his eyes again. This time, the person wearing the black robe was no longer a believer, but the goddess of death herself, holding a reaper's scythe.

As for the hammer...

The Death Knight is a hammer!
"What are you shaking there for?"

Veronica looked at Wayne with dissatisfaction, shaking so much that the car started to shake.

"Nothing, let's go to the detective agency, uh, I mean Wayne Detective Agency."

"Otherwise, do you still want to join in the fun with the Death Believers?"

Veronica curled her lips. Wayne was a believer of the goddess of nature. If he dared to reveal his identity, he would definitely be beaten with sticks.

Wayne snorted twice, indicating that what the young lady said was right, and the two entered the Wayne Detective Agency which was still under renovation.

The decoration project was contracted by the Landau family's decoration company, which focused on speed, quality and economy. The shop will be finely decorated on the original basis and will be officially opened soon.

The detective agency is divided into three floors, with the first floor being the lobby and reception center.

The second floor houses the reception room, staff offices, and executive meeting rooms; the third floor houses the boss and assistant offices, plus a warehouse and a separate potting room.

Office supplies have been placed on the second and third floors, and only the first floor is undergoing final decoration. Once Wayne moves his detective agency here, it will be ready for business at any time.

Wayne stood by the window and looked across helplessly: "If I'm not mistaken, this street must belong to you, right?"

"hold head high."

I knew it!

"Then the question is, why did you choose to open your detective agency opposite the Death Church's stronghold?" Wayne was puzzled: "Assistant Wei, did you secretly get in touch with the Death Church behind my back?"

Veronica rolled her eyes, she was also puzzled by this matter, it was already outrageous that the Death Cultists were operating so blatantly, what was even more outrageous was that they were able to take over the Landau family's commercial street store.

Where did the money come from? Who sponsored it? Don’t say it was Mr. Landau, otherwise my mother would definitely make him kneel down.

Veronica frowned and was full of doubts. At first, she didn't know where the Dawn Detective Agency came from and just thought of it as an ordinary competitor.

It doesn't matter. She is not afraid of competition. Anyway, she doesn't expect Wayne to make a profit from the detective agency.

Later, I learned from Willy that the place opposite was the stronghold of death believers, and I jumped to the part where I questioned my life.

why?
Wayne probably knew some of the reasons and continued to tease Veronica. The latter looked cute with her frowning and racking her brains, but it was obvious that she was not very smart.

She is beautiful, rich, and stupid, absolutely perfect.

After a while, Veronica thought fruitlessly and could not give Wayne a reasonable explanation, so she began to divert attention, reminding Wayne that the detective agency was opening and he had to register with the White Glove Association and pay a membership fee.

"What is the White Glove Association? Why should I give them money when I open a business?" Wayne didn't understand. In his hometown, people would give red envelopes when they opened a business.

"The White Glove Association is the detective association of London. As a detective, you don't have this common sense, do you?" Veronica raised her eyebrows. Chris, who writes detective novels, knows this.

"Of course I know this..."

Wayne took up the topic smoothly and responded with a raised eyebrow: "I just think it doesn't matter whether you add it or not. It's not easy for you to ask your family for money. There's no need to waste it."

"I didn't ask for it. It's all interest from pocket money."

"..."

Wayne didn't say anything else. He was wrong. If he used saving money as an excuse again next time, he would be a piece of shit!
"How about this, when the detective agency is renovated, we'll hold a small party on the third floor." Veronica was looking forward to it very much. When she became an assistant, she would pay Willie a salary and ask her to come over as a clerk.

It’s a pity that the senior is still studying in college and has no intention of entering the society to work, otherwise the three of them getting together and working hard would be worth looking forward to just thinking about it.

"That's fine with me. Just don't break your promise this time."

"hehe."

Veronica's face changed, she grabbed Wayne's collar and pressed him against the wall: "Speaking of this makes me angry, you broke the appointment too, but I'm the only one who apologized. No, next time you see them both, you must apologize to them in person. Especially Chris, you even missed her birthday!"

"Okay, I'll drink a couple more glasses to make amends then."

Wayne nodded seriously. As far as he knew, such small gatherings usually had reserved items such as Truth or Dare or Queen's Game.

Looking forward to it.JPG
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"What, you said you can't do it?"

In the office, Austin held the phone and said unhappily, "The Free Mage Alliance has a large number of research projects every year. I have never rejected any application for funding. Now it's difficult for you to issue a certificate. If you do this, it will be difficult for me to speak for you in the future!"

"Mr. Austin, don't be angry first."

On the other side of the phone, Planck was not overwhelmed by the unexpected joy, and calmly analyzed: "I know who this magician apprentice Wayne you are talking about is. Your wife is a student of the high priest of the Church of Nature, right?"

Austin's face turned cold. Planck knew too much.

"Please don't get me wrong. I didn't deliberately focus on the Landau family. I learned about this by accident..." Planck told the story of the unlucky Sidney and said, "Because of this unexpected encounter, I happened to save a lucky guy named Wayne. He was affected by the battle and almost died there."

"Pity."

"Mr. Austin, it seems you are very prejudiced against him!"

"This is none of your business, just tell me if it's okay or not."

"It's definitely not possible in principle."

Plank continued, "The High Priestess values ​​her students very much. Even I cannot offend her for no reason. This has nothing to do with money, no matter how much I raise the price. The key is that I need an excuse. Mr. Austin, can you arrange an excuse for me to save me from the wrath of the High Priestess?"

After saying that, Planck, who was holding the phone, raised the corner of his mouth and thought to himself that it was interesting.

Wayne, we meet again!
"You are an expert in how to arrange things. After all this talk, it's nothing more than the sponsorship fee is too little. Just tell me, how much funding are you going to apply for next year?" Austin flatly refused. He went to Planck just to avoid offending Sphy. How could he take the blame on himself?

So, he chose to add money.

"Mr. Austin, I heard that the Queen's warehouse has some antiques from the mythical era. Can you see if you can..."

"impossible!"

"Mr. Austin, the Free Mage Alliance is the shield and sword of the royal family. It has restricted the religious sects for the royal family. We have no credit but have suffered..."

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Auston interrupted again, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "I won't give you an excuse, but I will find a way to transfer Wayne out of Lundan and give you a chance. If you can get him, funding for next year won't be a problem."

"Thank you for your generosity."

After saying this, Planck hung up the phone and stroked his stiff beard, laughing so hard.

Even without Auston asking, he would go to Wayne in a few days. Now, he has picked up an opportunity to double his funding next year for free.

A critical illness notice was impossible. Aston wanted to beat Wayne to death with one blow, which did not meet Planck's expectations. He had another way to make Aston pay the money.

Planck took out the prop box and flipped through it, selecting the small items one by one: "Darkness, death and nature are opposites. All we need to do is prove to him that Wayne has been polluted and is no longer a devout believer in nature..."

"Which one should I choose?"

After careful consideration, Planck held the dark ring and said, "Wayne, little friend, I helped you solve such a big problem. Together with the previous life-saving grace, it is a total of two times. How should you thank me?"

"Don't worry, the old man has no bad intentions. I won't put forward any conditions, and you don't need to be my student. Just join our Free Mage Alliance."

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The scene returns to the office, where Auston puts down the phone and starts making plans.

He contacted the housekeeper Megan with the ancient silver coin in hand and asked where the cement barrel was now, and got a rather unpleasant answer.

"I went out with the eldest lady."

Auston raised his hands to cover his face. Veronica was good in every way except that she was too naive, just like Sphy in the past, destined to be deceived by bad men.

When people want to accomplish something, whether it is love, work or life, they must master the law of three elements.

Persist, be shameless, persist, be shameless.

Many people think that thick-skinned people are very lucky and are the illegitimate children of success. The fact is just the opposite. Thick-skinned people have experienced more failures and rely on the shameless spirit to overcome difficulties and finally realize their dreams.

Xifei aspired to be a saint back then, and she didn't give a single word to any of her suitors. The reason why Austin was able to win her heart was because of his shamelessness.

It was just like that moment at that time. Wayne's persistence made Auston unwilling to wait any longer. If he delayed, something might happen. His mother had been deceived by a bad man once, and she couldn't let her daughter repeat the same mistake.

"Where did they go?"

"The detective agency owned by the young lady on the commercial street in the West District."

"Very good. Let the White Gloves speed up the approval process and complete the membership on the same day."

Auston came up with an idea and thought of transferring Wayne out of London. He was a cautious man and knew that only one plan was not safe, so he planned to add another helper.

Jingle bell bell~~~
The phone rang, and after Auston answered the call, the gloom on his face instantly disappeared.

"Ms. Hayworth, I'm glad to hear from you. Have you finally figured it out?"

"As Mr. Landau said, it's hard to make a living in London without a background. I still have pursuits in art and don't want to leave the stage early." The female star sounded helpless on the other end of the phone.

"It's a pity. Your pursuit of art deserves recognition, but art cannot be separated from life. Behind the glamour there is always some unspeakable darkness..."

Auston nodded with satisfaction and got to the point smoothly: "As far as I know, Miss Hayworth has not had any commercial performances recently, and her schedule has been empty."

"Mr. Landau is really very predictable!"

"Not really, I've just seen a lot of shooting stars like yours."

Auston continued, "A film crew will contact you soon. You will play the leading role in a monster movie about beauty and the beast. The main filming location is an island in the North Sea. When you are on a cruise ship, you will meet a man. He is your target."

"What's his name?"

Lily Hayworth was very curious about what the man who made the head of the Landau family obsessed with him looked like.

"Someone will hand you the information when the time comes. I wish your film a big hit in advance."

Austin hung up the phone, stood up and stood in front of the window, arranging all the moves with both hands. It was time to expose the little pervert's true colors.

But there is one more thing!

In order to prevent Wayne from making a comeback and going into overtime, he had to use shamelessness to regain the trust of Heath and Veronica, and he had to place an undercover agent next to Wayne.

Auston picked up the phone and dialed the Enrode Town Villa.

After the maid answered the phone, she handed it over to the housekeeper, Fla.

"Fla, you have to go back to Lundan."

"Yes, Master Auston, Madam told me that from now on I must treat Master Wayne as my master and assist him with all my strength."

"Fla, are you still willing to work for the Landau family?"

"Master Auston, it is my oath to serve the Landau family, and I am always willing to do so."

"That's good. Keep an eye on that kid and report to me if anything happens."

"..."

"Fla?!"

"As you command, Master Austin."

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