Restarting the myth

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 discovered 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 sinister human nature from society’s trash!

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.

Hearing that Wayne was worried about investment, Xifei couldn't help laughing 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 rich man 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 of silk stockings were really booming. Lundan market alone was enough to keep him 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 period of time, 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 decline, 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 the skills of melee combat. Especially you, Veronica, you are already a silver mage, and your use of magic is still very weak..."

Xifei made Veronica worthless with her eloquent words, 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 like. 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 the practice method of 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 his life essence 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 part 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 squeezed.

When it comes to this, Wayne immediately thought of Dean Schrödinger, hoping that the ancient silver coin will be recovered as soon as possible and return to the hands of its real owner.

"There is one more thing. My time is limited. I can teach you fighting skills but I can't always practice with you. If you want to improve, you still need to work hard on your own."

Hiffy glanced at the two of them and reminded them: "After that, you are allowed to fight back in the sparring. It will no longer be a round-based system where you can only be beaten but not fight back. Be careful to grasp the degree and don't make me laugh at you again."

The two nodded obediently and said that they would grasp the degree.

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That night.

Wayne's house, study.

Chris hesitated after tutoring her homework, as if she had something to say.

Seeing her like this, Wayne's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the fact that he was about to be promoted to a silver mage was exposed.

"Senior, are you worried?"

"Not really, the church assigned a task..."

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

"Can I make money?"

"Uh, I think so."

It must be a losing business to fool people so tactfully.

Wayne raised his hand and touched his chin, looking at Chris with a critical look, making the latter blush and heartbeat, and looking away with flickering eyes.

Guilty!

It's a losing business.

The Moonlight Church is short of money and is ready to attract sponsorship. Chris thought of him first, not Miss Veronica. Wayne encouraged this, and it was worth his insistence on picking up the car to and from school. His efforts were not in vain.

However, not making money means being a sucker. Doesn't he look like a leek?

These are not the main points. The main point is that the Moonlight Church is going to build a new library. If we analyze it in depth, 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 Lendan, and it doesn't make much sense to build another one.

Looking through the surface to the essence, it is more like a version update than expanding the power. The scale of the Moonlight Church in Lendan 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 airdropped.

It's a bit interesting. No wonder the Moonlight Church is short of money. It must have paid a lot to persuade 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 Heavenly Father Church. Under the situation of many constraints, the royal family's absolute ruling power is guaranteed.

What happened? Why did the royal family agree to the expansion of the Moonlight Church? Is it related to the advent of the Thousand Eyes Demon?

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

"Uh..."

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

Good girl, how can you get sponsorship like this.

If I meet a pervert, I will definitely take the opportunity to make some obscene requests and finally trick you into miscarriage!

Wayne raised his eyebrows: "It doesn't matter whether I make money or not. You help me with my homework every night. In fact, I should be the one thanking you. For our friendship, I am willing to lose money."

Speaking of tutoring classes, Chris had to complain a few words. It felt that Wayne could learn the basic theories of magic that she talked about, and he could draw inferences from one instance and apply them to other cases. He got full marks in every test.

Is there a possibility that Wayne would be able to do it without her tutoring classes?

When asking for help, you can't expose the other person's little thoughts. Besides, the snacks in Wayne's house are really delicious, and the housekeeper speaks nicely. She likes the atmosphere here very much. It's much more relaxed than staying in the church.

"It's decided happily. Senior sister, go back and ask how much money is needed for the new base, no, the new library. If it's not much, I'm willing to invest. Anyway, I won't lose much." Wayne said righteously.

Chris opened his mouth: "Since you know you will lose money, then don't invest. I'll go to the school to ask, maybe there are people there..."

"No need, what if I meet a pervert?"

Wayne waved his hand: "I owed you a lot of favors before, for example, you helped me open the door to the magic world, for example, you tutored my homework every day, and for example, the product supervision of stockings, all of which are your efforts. Give me a chance and let me lose a little."

Chris thought about it, and it seemed to make sense, so... lose a little?

"By the way, speaking of product monitoring, I recently suddenly thought of a new set of clothing designs for office women. I hope you can be my design model." Wayne took out a pen and paper and started to draw.

White short-sleeved shirt + black suit skirt, generous and decent, fashionable and stylish, easily showing the confident charm of women, suitable for all occasions.

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

Chris looked at it for a while, pointed at the black skirt, and said 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 skirt that can be matched with black stockings to form a killer.

"This is an indispensable part of the design. You think it is useless, and I think it is useless. We must pay attention to science 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 said nonsense seriously, and his serious look seemed to be guarding justice.

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

It can't be shorter, otherwise the shame can't stand it!

Wayne nodded. He knew the final product. The hem would definitely exceed the knees. Drawing a hip skirt is nothing more than using the window opening theory and letting Chris compromise.

The length of the skirt is not important, and even the skirt is not important. What is important is that if there is one, there will be two. He has a model.

"Senior sister, stand still. I will measure the waist and hip circumference. The sample will be made 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 of death are the 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 has fallen out.

"Open a wig shop here, and the business will definitely be booming."

Wayne stopped the car. In the morning, he went to Jianhe County to punch in. In the afternoon, he went to Landau Manor to learn magic. In his busy schedule, he had to take time to visit the detective agency. Every day, he was so full.

"It's so hard to make money!"

Wayne got out of the car and closed the door. Just after walking a few steps, he noticed a pair of lecherous eyes, shot from behind. The angle was very obscene, which made his anus cold and he couldn't help shivering.

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

Wayne turned around and looked. Unexpectedly, the owner of the lecherous eyes was not a bald gay, but a tall and long-legged beauty.

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

"Hey, boss, is it you?"

Mona was surprised, but she was busy looking at the butt and didn't notice who was behind her.

"Even if it wasn't me, you can't...be a lady's modesty. Forget it, be more careful next time."

Wayne scolded his employees with a stern face, blaming him. He had to take some responsibility for Mona's awakening of strange habits.

Apart from the facts, the Vatican must bear the main responsibility. It has been so many days, why didn't they 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 smiled on the spot and explained a few words palely and weakly.

'Bruce' disappeared and there has been no news so far. The Vatican gave up the search and rescue work and just regarded this person as non-existent.

If you ask, the mind is still there and the person is not dead. If you ask again, you know nothing.

Mona admires Bruce very much. If he was not undercover beside the devil, he would rather sacrifice himself to pass on information to the outside world. The Vatican would have to pay a painful price to expel the Thousand Eyes Demon.

It is very likely that the devil opened the gates of hell, and the people of Lendan were annihilated, and millions of people paid the price of their lives.

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

This is what a hero deserves!

Mona had limited information at hand. The only way to confirm Bruce's identity was his butt. She engraved this feeling into her soul and was confident that she could find the hero by just pinching it.

The current population of London exceeded six million, and only half of it was counted. There were also three million men. There were so many people that she couldn't try the feeling one by one. She could only visually estimate it first and then find the right opportunity to start.

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

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

Walking into the office, Wayne checked the recent attendance. It has been almost a month, and Wesley has not found the son of the rich man.

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

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

After thinking for a while, Wayne called Mona and handed the commission to her.

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

Mona nodded and left with the commission file.

As for the missing pet dog, she had some guesses. Some time ago, the tactical team killed magical life in the lair of the Thousand Eyes Demon. Most of the magical life was stray dogs wandering in the streets before the transformation. They were captured by Jerrieff's black robe brothers.

"Maybe this commission can be used."

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