Chapter 109 All success comes from greed, all failure comes from being too greedy

At the appointed restaurant, Wayne met Kerr and his ugly sister.

I have to say, it is indeed beautiful.

This is a beautiful woman with long brown hair. She has excellent appearance and figure, especially her dignified temperament, her red lips and glasses, and her intellectuality with a hint of taboo sexiness.

"Introduction, this is my sister Mona Hawthorne."

Kerr enthusiastically introduced the two of them: "He is Wayne. I mentioned to you before that despite his youth, he already has his own detective agency. He is talented and not short of money. You also like him when he is young and promising.

That one.”

Being young and promising is a bit too much, and I earned my living in the detective agency by eating soft food.

Wayne looked at Kerr in confusion, "Isn't she your sister? Why is the last name different?"

Kerr shrugged and said perfunctorily: "Reorganize the family. She is an adult. It is normal for everyone to have different surnames."

It’s weird to believe you!

Wayne rolled his eyes, politely stretched out his hand to shake Mona's hand, and subconsciously looked at the other person's clothes and appearance.

She is very young, not even thirty based on her appearance. Her clothes and makeup are very decent, bright but just right. She wears a knee-length black skirt and a pair of stockings, which shows that her financial strength is not bad.

At the same time, Mona was also looking at Wayne. She looked very carefully, far beyond the simple habit of a detective.

Afternoon tea was not long, and Wayne turned the meeting into a recruitment scene. Out of his trust in Kerr's character, he hired the female detective.

Mona is registered in the White Gloves Association, her rank is blue like Wayne's, she is beautiful and capable, and her expected salary is not high, so Wayne has no reason to reject her.

All detective employees are men. It will be much more convenient to recruit a female detective to handle certain special cases.

After the pleasant afternoon tea, Wayne left a business card and left.

Just looking at Mona's detective rank in the White Gloves Association, Wayne knew without thinking that this was a magician, and it was definitely not as simple as being his little brother.

It doesn't matter, Wayne's positioning for Mona is to only talk about work and not get involved in life. Work and life are clearly separated, and he is afraid that the other party will eat him up.

After Wayne left, Kerr looked at his 'sister' and asked in a low voice: "How are you doing? Did you see anything? Is he the person you are looking for?"

"It's not that easy."

Mona shook her head: "I can't confirm it yet, but since you said he can transform into an angel, it is necessary to follow this clue."

“Can you tell me what the church is looking for?”

"Kerr, it's nice chatting with you. Thank you for your help. That's it for today. I have to leave beforehand."

Mona swayed away, leaving Kerr rolling his eyes and saying nothing, he would investigate on his own.

"Wait a minute, why am I the one paying the bill?"

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Wayne returned to the detective agency and asked Wesley to stop recruiting detective employees. Including his boss, the detective agency had three detectives and there was no need to recruit new people in a short period of time.

When your career has just started, you can’t take too big a step.

Time flew by, the black car came to the commercial street, and the housekeeper Fula came to pick up the master after get off work.

Wayne was sitting in the back row, playing with ancient silver coins in his hand. All six elements of the hexagram were fully loaded, and the four elements of earth, fire, water, and wind were even more numerous, but the hexagram had not yet been connected in series.

Everything that was promised came true, and his sewers were almost overflowing!

At the moment, the ancient silver coins have little meaning to Wayne. The main reason is that the Book of Greed has been eating him, like a black hole, swallowing up the gray space without satisfaction.

As the black car drove onto Jazz Road, heavy rain suddenly fell, and the gloomy sky seemed to be about to collapse.

"Too dark..."

Wayne realized something was wrong and signaled Fula to stop. Strangely, the butler did not obey the master's order and drove into a black path.

Darker and darker, darker and darker.

Wayne narrowed his eyes slightly, probably realizing something, and stuffed the ancient silver coin into the gap of the leather seat cushion.

The car stopped, and the undead infantryman opened the door and sat next to Wayne. When they met, they gave each other the villain's iconic quack laugh.

Wayne rolled his eyes: "Dean Plank, you don't have to cover your face every time."

"This is not possible. You must be honest. I promised the high priest."

Plank said that a man must behave uprightly. He swore to the gods that he would never appear in front of Wayne. He could not break his oath and he must do what he said.

Your god is so easy to fool!

Wayne complained in his heart, and then saw Gangplank taking the ancient silver coin from the gap in the seat.

"It's strange, this silver coin looks like the one I threw away." Planck said that he was lucky, and he happily picked up the ancient silver coin.

My silver coins!

Wayne looked at the ancient silver coins being taken away by robbers with a look of reluctance. He vowed in his heart that for thirty years to the east of the Tame River and thirty years to the west of the Tame River, today's shame will be engraved in his heart forever, and he must take back what he lost with his own hands.

.

"Wayne, I heard that you met the evil god and an ancient god on Dragon Heart Island?"

"The dean also knows?"

"Of course, that is the ancient god after all."

Gangplank was talking nonsense and frankly revealed to Wayne the relationship between the White Gloves Association and the Free Mage Alliance. Wayne guessed right. The Windsor royal family has really big hands, and the White Gloves Association is just one part of it.

"Have you seen the Ancient God?"

"No, it was very noisy at the time, and then I didn't know anything else."

"It's a pity...but it should be like this. The ancient gods cannot be looked at directly and cannot be described."

Gangplank sighed, falling into the same dilemma as the evil god, longing for the ancient god's candy, but fearing that his body would not be able to handle it if he consumed too much sugar.

Gangplank sighed for a while and began to ask the evil god. There was a holy grail of blood in his collection. He wiped out a cult that believed in blood, and he also believed in the evil god.

Belief is nothing more than a business, there is nothing wrong with having more faith.

There is nothing to hide about the arrival of the evil god from hell. Wayne told it truthfully. When he talked about the evil god's desperate attempt to seize the faith of the ancient gods, Gangplank's skull cracked and laughed strangely.

If the evil god wasn't so greedy, maybe his plan to come to the world would have been completed.

All success comes from greed, and all failure comes from being too greedy!

Gangplank took back the ancient silver coins and asked for the information he wanted to know. He opened the car door and was about to leave. Wayne was unwilling to let him go and asked about life magic and the silver cross.

"Every church has researched life magic. The situation is very complicated. I can't tell who is right and who is wrong..."

Plank gave an example: "The elf evolution theory of the Life Alliance, the skeletonization of death, including the Master and Disciple Marshall you saw last time, can all be counted as life magic. This is a very grand issue. When you reach the Silver Mage,

Learn the faith magic of the church, and your life will naturally begin to evolve."

Wayne wrote down these words. Plank is a mage of the Free Alliance. He has no absolute faith and has a more objective perspective on issues. The reference significance of his arguments is definitely higher than that of Xiffy.

"As for the Silver Cross, you can definitely ask your teacher. The high priest is a golden mage. These small problems won't trouble her."

Gangplank guessed that Wayne had already asked. He was happy that the genius did not trust his teacher. He clenched his fist and coughed lightly: "The components of the Silver Cross are life, me, space, and God. Our free mage will use 'God'

At the end, God is very important, but he must not be single. This is related to your subsequent path..."

Planck spoke very straightforwardly and made it clear: "The high priest is a disciple of the goddess of nature. Her god is only nature. You are different. Simply defining god as nature will only restrict the height you can reach in the future."

“Then what should I define God as?”

"It stands to reason that the more the better, but too much is not good. People have limits. If you have too many beliefs, it will be difficult for your life essence, thinking, and knowledge reserves to keep up. Once these four elements are out of balance, the Silver Cross will never

It cannot be formed."

Plank pondered for a moment: "I suggest you do your best. You can treat the three goddesses of the Life Alliance as gods and start with these three beliefs."

"Of course, you have a dark ring in your hand. If you feel that your life essence and thinking are strong enough, you can consider adding darkness to it..."

"As a result, your knowledge will not be able to keep up. The high priest will not provide you with the knowledge of dark faith. Come to me when the time comes. The Free Alliance is most in need of these."

Gangplank smiled happily, everything was going according to plan, Wayne was destined to become a free mage.

Wayne raised his eyebrows. Since they have joined the darkness, death can also be done.

Are two hands enough to hold the long legs of five goddesses at once?

By the way, he also has tentacles. When the tentacles wrap around the long legs of the goddesses, the effect will be the same.

There's something going on!

"By the way, your teacher probably didn't tell you that magicians still need to capture the four elements when forging the silver cross." Plank patted Wayne on the shoulder: "Remember to come to me, I can lend you the ancient silver coins.

Some time.”

It doesn’t cost much anyway!

Is there such a good thing?

Wayne looked at Gangplank with excitement on his face. Although he was being calculated, he had to say that the bad old man was a good man and he would do anything he wanted.

Thank you, Schrödinger!
To be continued...