Chapter 139 It blew up that night
Atlee and Gunther returned to St. Paul's Cathedral alive because the angel opened the door in person. When the tactical team returned to the cathedral, they found that the two leaders had arrived first.
Atli died in the battle and Gunther recovered half of his life. The situation of both leaders was not very good.
The exception was Renata. The angel took great care of the owner of the Holy Spirit's physique. Except for some discomfort in her neck, everything was normal in other aspects of the girl.
News of the return of the two golden mages to the cathedral spread, and other forces in Lundan searched for the gates of hell to determine whether the devils had been expelled.
For example, the Free Mage Alliance rushed to the scene of the crime immediately, and the leader was Orb.
The altar was destroyed, the lava territory was reclaimed by hell, and the gate to hell was 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. Out of caution, he could not arbitrarily believe that the other party was driven back to hell.
The arrival of the Thousand-Eyed Demon still needs to be investigated.
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September 25th.
Landau Manor, Base.
The sound of humming and hahaha could be heard in the field. As Xifei was watching from the sidelines, the two people in the fight were very martial arts ethics, and so far, not a single hug or throw happened.
Half an hour later, the last sparring session ended.
Xifei looked at Wayne curiously: "What's going on? You seem to have no energy in the past few days?"
Veronica nodded, and she also noticed that Wayne was well-behaved and honest these days, and his hands and feet were clean during sparring. Unlike before, he would always take advantage of her when she wasn't paying attention.
It’s so boring!
She also hopes to learn more about the evil nature of people's hearts from the trash of society!
Wayne had a look of regret on his face. Hearing this, he sighed and waved his hands: "I made an investment recently. I didn't make any money. If I didn't make any money, I lost money. I feel a little depressed."
It's not just a loss, it's simply a blood loss. Because of this incident, his appetite has increased a lot recently.
Every day he ate extravagantly at Landau's house, as if eating more would make up for the losses.
After learning the reason for Wayne's loss, Veronica curled her lips. The eldest lady had no concept of money and didn't understand what was so sad about losing money on investments.
In the words of Mr. Landau, there are profits and losses in investment. There is no eternal winner in the business world. As long as one of ten investments makes a profit, the previous nine losses can be earned back.
You can’t say it wrong, but this is the investment philosophy of wealthy people, and it does not apply to ordinary people. Ordinary people can just envy it, and their faith will become leeks.
When Xifei heard that Wayne was worried about investment, she couldn't help but laugh and said: "Don't be depressed, the stockings market is hot, 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 have to take action once to have enough food and clothing, what do you have to be depressed about!
Wayne perked up after hearing this. Indeed, the sales volume of silk stockings was really booming. Lundan market alone was enough to keep him comfortable with food and clothing for the rest of his life.
Due to production capacity issues, the stockings could not satisfy the Lundam market, so they could not be rolled out to the entire Windsor. And because the reputation was too loud, several foreign companies lined up to discuss cooperation business.
A pair of socks is hard to find!
After a while, especially when the war broke out, factories were fully engaged in the production of military supplies, and the output of stockings would experience a cliff-like drop, and the selling prices would be even more exaggerated.
At that time, you don’t have to use your mouth to pick up girls. Men will go out with a pair of stockings and blow them that night.
"The sparring session ends today. Starting tomorrow, I will teach you melee combat skills, especially you, Veronica. You are already a silver mage, and your use of magic is still very weak..."
Xifei made Veronica worthless with a eloquent speech, and finally raised her eyebrows: "Be careful, if you continue to slack off like this, you will soon be surpassed by Wayne."
It was an obvious provocation method, but it had an outstanding effect on Veronica, instantly arousing her fighting spirit and drawing a wave of hatred from Wayne.
Wayne didn't care and secretly gave it a thumbs up. Well done. With this wave of hatred, he had one hundred and eight postures that made the female college students cry and scream.
"As for you, go back and have a good rest today. I will formally teach you how to practice the Silver Cross tomorrow." Xifei said.
It’s finally here!
Wayne's eyes lit up. He should have started a few days ago. With the help of the dragon-blooded girl's fist, his potential was fully realized, and the essence of life no longer increased.
After laying the foundation, it’s time to sprint to the next level.
But soon, Wayne turned into a bitter face again. If I remember correctly, in the Silver Cross stage, the magician still needs to strengthen the essence of life through the four elements.
Time has passed, and with continuous hard study, he is no longer the ignorant magic apprentice he once was. He is proficient in various basic magic theories and has a detailed understanding of magic.
Be it 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 every step he takes.
For example, in the Silver Cross Star stage, the four major attributes of God, Life, Space, and Self complement each other, and balance cannot be achieved without any one of them.
For other magicians, life and the essence of life are the simplest part. Just meditate and your daily intake of elements will be up to standard.
In order to prevent going crazy, it is even necessary to control the intake of fire elements.
Wayne is different. The simplest task for others is as difficult as climbing to the sky for him. It's not that he doesn't work hard, but that the fellow villagers have become poor and have nothing to exploit.
Speaking of this, Wayne immediately thought of Dean Schrödinger, hoping that the ancient silver coins would be recovered as soon as possible and returned to their true owners.
"One more thing, my time is limited. I can teach you fighting skills but I can't be a sparring partner all the time. If you want to make progress, you still need to work hard on your own."
Xifei glanced at the two of them and reminded: "You are allowed to fight back in the following sparring. It is no longer a turn-based system where you only get hit but don't fight back. Pay attention to the sense of proportion and don't make me laugh anymore."
The two of them nodded obediently, saying that they would be careful.
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It's night.
Wayne House, study.
After Chris finished tutoring her homework, she 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, what's bothering you?"
"Nothing to worry about, the church has assigned a task..."
Chris's face turned red and she said embarrassedly: "Recently, the church is planning to build a new library in Lundan. Let's mobilize our interpersonal relationships to prepare funds. The income will be equally divided among the investors. I would like to ask if you are interested?"
"Can I make money?"
"Uh, that should be okay."
The scammers are so tactful, it is definitely a loss-making business.
Wayne raised his hand and touched his chin, looking at Chris with a critical look, until the latter blushed and her heart skipped a beat, her eyes flickering and looking away.
Feeling guilty!
Sure, it’s a loss-making deal.
Moonlight Church was short of money and was preparing to sponsor a wave of sponsorships. Chrissy immediately thought of him instead of the eldest daughter, Veronica. Wayne was encouraging and it was worthwhile. He insisted on picking up the car from and to school, and his efforts were not in vain. .
However, not making any money means taking advantage of someone. Doesn’t he look like a leek?
These are not the main point. The main point is that Moonlight Church is going to build a new library. There are big articles in this in-depth analysis. The new library is just a disguise. It is meant to expand its power and establish a new stronghold. The Moonlight Church already has a stronghold in Lundan, so building another one is of little significance.
Looking at the essence through the surface, it is more like a version update than expanding its power. The Moonlight Church in Lundan will undergo a major change in scale, similar to the current scale of the Natural Church. Based on the original priests, a high priest will be airborne.
It's interesting. No wonder the Moonlight Church is short of money. It probably cost a lot to convince the royal family.
Based on Wayne's understanding of Windsor, the royal family has signed agreements with several churches to enhance the status of the Life Alliance and suppress the Holy See of Heavenly Father, ensuring the absolute dominance of the royal family despite constraints from many parties.
What happened? Why did the royal family agree to the expansion of the Moonlight Church? Is it related to the arrival of the Thousand-Eyed Demon?
Wayne thought a lot and finally nodded: "Senior, you have already spoken. How can I disappoint you? How much should I give you?"
"Well……"
Chris coyly said in a low voice: "Although you may make money, there is also a risk of losing money. Wayne, do you want to think about it again?"
Good girl, how can you solicit sponsorship like this?
That's me. When I meet a pervert, I will definitely take the opportunity to make some obscene demands and eventually trick you into miscarriage!
Wayne raised his eyebrows: "It doesn't matter whether you 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 the tutoring class, Chris had to complain a few words. She felt that Wayne could learn the basic theories of magic she described in an instant, and he could draw inferences by analogy. Every time he took the exam, he got full marks.
Is there a possibility that Wayne would be without her tutoring sessions?
When asking for help, you can't reveal the other person's little thoughts, and the snacks at Wayne's house are really delicious, and the housekeeper is nice to talk to. She really likes the atmosphere here. It's much more relaxed than staying at church.
"I've decided happily. Senior sister, please go back and ask how much money is left to build a new stronghold, no, a new library. If it's not much, I'm willing to invest. Anyway, I won't lose much." Wayne said righteously.
Chris opened her mouth: "Since you know you will lose money, it's better not to invest. I'll go to the school and ask. Maybe there is someone there..."
"No need, what if I encounter a pervert?"
Wayne waved his hand: "I owed my senior a lot of favors before. For example, you helped me open the door to the magical world, for example, you tutored me with homework every day, and for example, the product supervision of stockings. You have contributed behind the scenes. Give me a chance. Let me lose a little."
Chris thought for a while, and it seemed to make sense. Then... lose a little?
"By the way, when it comes to product monitoring, I recently suddenly thought of a new clothing design, targeting women in the office. I hope you can be my design model." Wayne took out a pen and paper and sketched painting.
White short-sleeved shirt + black suit skirt, elegant and decent, fashionable and stylish, easily show women's confidence and charm, suitable for all occasions.
In this day and age, it is sure to lead the fashion trend.
Chris looked at it for a while, pointed to the black short skirt, and asked in surprise: "Is 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-covering skirt that can be paired with black stockings to create a killer skirt.
"This is an indispensable part of design. If you think it's useless, I think it's useless. We have to be scientific and can't take it for granted. Only by seeing the finished product on the model can we determine the final length of the skirt." Wayne said seriously. Badao, with a serious look, seems to be guarding justice.
Chris narrowed her eyes and looked at Wayne. She 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 the shame will be unbearable!
Wayne nodded. He knew the final product well. The hem of the skirt would definitely be above the knees. Drawing a hip-hugging skirt is nothing more than using the window-opening theory and letting Chris compromise on her own.
The length of the skirt is not important, not even the skirt is important. What is important is that one has two, and he has a model.
"Senior, please stand still while I measure your waist and hips. I'll make the sample in the next two days."
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Commerce Street, Wayne Detective Agency.
The Dawn Detective Agency opposite is still doing a booming business. Death believers are the standard ones who don't make money. For the belief that death is fair and just to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, everyone is so busy that their hair falls out.
"If you 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 Landau Manor to learn magic in the afternoon, and took time out of his busy schedule to visit the detective agency. Day by day, he was full to the fullest.
“It’s so hard to make money!”
Wayne got out of the car and closed the door. After walking a few steps, he noticed a lewd look coming from behind. The angle was so obscene that it made his anus shiver and he couldn't help but shudder.
When you are in Windsor, beware of sneak attacks from behind.
Wayne turned around and looked around. Unexpectedly, the owner of his leering eyes was not a bald gay man, but a tall and long-legged beauty.
"Detective Mona, what are you doing behind me?" Wayne said with a dark face.
"Hey, boss, is that you?"
Mona was surprised and was looking at her butt without paying attention to who was behind her.
"Even if it wasn't me, you wouldn't be able to... It's a lady's reserve. If you're like this, forget it. Just be more careful next time."
Wayne reprimanded the employee with a straight face, blaming him for Mona's awakening of strange habits, and he had to bear some responsibility.
Putting aside the facts, the Holy See must bear the main responsibility. How many days have passed, why not arrange psychological counseling for the undercover?
Mona saw that she had locked the target and found the boss’s butt. She was so embarrassed that she almost dug out a cathedral with her feet. She laughed on the spot and gave a few weak explanations.
‘Bruce’ disappeared and there is no news yet. The Holy See gave up the search and rescue work and just pretended that this person did not exist.
Asking means that the mind is still there and the person is not dead. Asking again means that you don’t know anything.
Mona admires Bruce very much. If he hadn't been working undercover next to the devil, willing to sacrifice himself to pass on information, the Holy See would have paid a heavy price to expel the Thousand-Eyed Demon.
It is possible, and very likely, that the devil will open the gates of hell, Lundan will be devastated, and millions of people will pay the price with their lives.
Mona wants to know who Bruce is. Heroes should not be unknown and should not be buried in history. Maybe Bruce doesn't care, but she wants to say thank you to him.
This is what the hero deserves!
Mona has limited information at hand, and the only way to determine Bruce's identity is her butt. She has this feeling engraved into her soul, confident that she can find the hero with just a pinch.
Lundan currently has a population of more than six million, which is only half of the population. There are also three million men. It is impossible for her to try out the skills one by one because of the huge sea of people. She can only make a visual inspection first, and then find the right opportunity to take action.
She thought Wayne's butt looked very similar, at least it looked perky.
"Don't do such boring things next time. If others see it, it will affect the reputation of the detective agency." Wayne scolded him a few more times, turned around... and let Mona go ahead.
Entering the office, Wayne checked the latest attendance records. It had been almost a month, and Wesley still hadn't found the rich man's dog son.
"I can't find a single dog, yet I still have the nerve to call myself a detective..."
Wayne muttered. He believed in Wesley's business ability. Even if Wesley was found, the commission would most likely involve mysterious events.
After thinking about it, Wayne called Mona and handed over the commission to her.
"Resolve it as soon as possible. We must give the client an explanation whether it's life or death." Wayne ordered: "Wesley has been investigating for a long time. Ask the other party directly."
Mona nodded and left holding the entrusted file.
Regarding the missing pet dog, she had some guesses. Some time ago, the tactical team killed magical beings in the lair of the Thousand-Eyed Demon. Most of the magical beings were stray dogs wandering in the streets and alleys before the transformation. The younger brothers came to arrest him.
"Perhaps we can make use of this commission."
Mona lowered her head slightly, and her glasses flashed with light. She had been investigating Wayne's identity for some time, but had never found a suitable opportunity.
(End of chapter)