Restarting the myth

Early the next morning, Wayne drove Veronica to Winches.

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

On the way, Veronica was still studying the documents and questioned the three clues that Wayne had sorted out: "Is it too simple? The other clues are also very suspicious, and there is really no need to investigate?"

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

"Why?"

"The most characters appear and the plot is the most complicated."

"..."

That makes sense!

Veronica tried to refute, but when she spoke, she believed the mind of society's rubbish, and then said: "If it's so simple, we can complete it in two days, which is also a bonus, right?"

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

"How to say?"

"The teacher's nemesis, Flora, is too quiet. If it were me, I would definitely be holding back my ultimate move. Either I wouldn't move, or I would make the final decision if I moved, without giving the teacher any chance to make a comeback. 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 again: "If these three clues are false, should we split up?"

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

Wayne glanced at Veronica: "It's not ruled out that Flora is using a honey trap. Watch me closely so that she doesn't take advantage of her."

Veronica couldn't stand someone's narcissism and rolled her eyes: "She is a former saint and a high-level member of the church. It is impossible..."

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

"It's different, he has no faith."

"I don't have any faith, so wouldn't I become a candidate for the Son of God?"

"..."

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 Winches.

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

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

According to reliable information, the bar owner Franco is a black magician who runs an underground exchange and is the last person to handle the Philosopher's Stone. Through him, he may be able to find the whereabouts of one of the Philosopher's Stones.

"Mother said these are all actors. Franco is not a black magician, but a member of the church. This level tests our ability to respond on the spot. Use your eloquence to convince him." Veronica opened the car door and said .

"Don't worry, I'm very eloquent." Wayne shook his fist at Veronica.

"What do you want to do?"

Veronica hurriedly pulled him back and whispered: "Don't mess around. I say it again, you are one of your own."

"Who knows?"

Wayne pointed at himself: "The teacher may know, and the investigation team may also know, but as candidates, we don't know anything. Do you understand?"

"Is this okay?"

"Otherwise, the investigation team put a lot of effort into writing the script, so please be respectful."

Wayne said as he readily opened the bar door.

The name of the Big Bird Bar is full of the local customs and customs of Windsor. Even though the location is remote, it can still stand, which shows that the business is indeed not bad.

Following the reasoning, the bar was not a temporary team created by the investigation team, but had existed for a long time.

This is a hidden stronghold of the Church of Nature.

It's not shabby to practice faith.

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

At noon, there was no one in the bar. The bartender was wiping the bar and a few customers were sitting in the corner sleeping soundly.

Snoring like thunder, I was exhausted last night.

Wayne slapped his hand on the bar, and a decree came out: "Who is that? Where is Franco? I have a business to negotiate with him."

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

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

Wayne took out a stack of constitutional orders from his arms, a thick stack: "If there is no problem, I hope to see him within five minutes."

The bar blinked and tried to accept a stack of constitutional orders. Seeing that Wayne didn't stop him, he quickly put the money in his arms: "Please wait a moment, I promise the boss will appear in front of you within five minutes."

Veronica blinked and observed the operation of social garbage at close range. She didn't know that Xiffy came here in the same way back then.

Diligence can make up for weakness. As long as you have a humble heart and are willing to learn, a dragon-blooded girl can also develop a shrewd mind.

Soon, in less than two minutes, the round-headed bar owner Franco stood in front of Wayne with a businessman's smile on his face: "What do you call this guest?"

"It's not important. I heard that you purchased a Philosopher's Stone. Can you tell me more about it?" Wayne got straight to the point.

"Ah this..."

Franco frowned: "Guest, I don't know where you heard the rumor. I am a serious businessman and I don't sell messy goods."

"I understand, more money, right?"

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

But are you, as a candidate, too skilled?

Franco smiled slightly: "Well, guest, please come back in the evening. There will be a small auction then. Maybe you can find what you want by then."

NPC sent out the side quest.

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

Franco, who was as heavy as a fat pig, was very strong and flew into the air easily. He could also scream like a pig being slaughtered, and smashed a table directly when he landed.

"..." xn

Several guests who were sleeping soundly opened their eyes, along with Veronica and the bartender, all opened their mouths wide.

Young man, didn't the high priest of the sub-district tell you that everyone is one family?

If you want to show off your strength, no problem, come in the evening. I told you there will be an auction in the evening, and dozens of people are waiting for you to fight!

Wayne did not play by the rules, swung up the high stool next to him, and attacked Franco, and he was very unrestrained, making Franco scream.

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, 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: "This time I really remembered it, I won't lie to you, the Philosopher's Stone is in the bar."

"What were you doing before!"

Wayne threw down the chair and asked the bartender to bring the things over. He bowed 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 every time I see you. You have done so many evil things, and meeting me is retribution."

As he said this, he said some simple and easy-to-understand principles, such as eradicating evil and evil, and the goddess guiding justice, which made everyone silent and the bar was filled with solidified air.

Did he really not know? xn

It shouldn't be! xn

In Franco's aggrieved tears, 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, exuding obscure magic.

She nodded to Wayne. The stone was exactly the same as the description in the intelligence.

"Not bad. I didn't expect that you, a despicable black magician, are quite trustworthy."

Wayne squatted down and put his hand into his arms. Franco hurriedly covered his face and found that Wayne did not take out a gun, but handed over a brochure of the Church of Nature. He was stunned.

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

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

Franco: Is there a possibility that I have been a member of the Church of Nature a long time ago?

"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 with a slap, and the natural vitality was injected to remove the bruises for him, and then he took out a stack of banknotes 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, and even become a devout disciple with firm faith like me."

Wayne spoke earnestly and spread the light of faith: "Franco, we will be our own people in the future. Take this money and treat it as my medical expenses to express my apology. I hope that when we meet next time, you will be sitting in the library instead of running a bar."

"That's all I have to say. Think about it carefully. Have you been hiding in a dark nest all your life, or have you been bathing in the light of the goddess and being a good person uprightly."

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

In the car, Wayne checked the Philosopher's Stone. He didn't understand it very well, but it didn't matter. 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. Franco got up from the ground after a long while.

He put a thick stack of queens in his arms and thought for a moment. This beating was worth it. If Wayne beat him every day, it would not be a problem to get rich.

But...

"Do you think he knows?"

"He shouldn't know, otherwise he wouldn't be so heavy-handed. Franco's head is bleeding..."

"No, I think he knows, deliberately. His performance is too stiff, especially those lines about the goddess. Although they are all true, but... In short, he didn't play by the routine and got a Philosopher's Stone."

"Franco, what do you think?"

I think he gave too much!

Franco took a deep breath and raised the church's brochure: "I was beaten throughout the whole process and have the most say. He knows nothing and is a candidate with firm beliefs."

"Not good!" the bartender shouted.

"What's wrong?"

"If he really doesn't know, won't the other two lines also have to be cleared with fists?"

"Ah this..."

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and make a phone call. You can't act like this, otherwise he will collect three stones in one day."

Everyone was in a hurry. Some made phone calls, some drove, and hurriedly informed their colleagues that the situation had changed.

In the corner of the bar, a burly man woke up staggeringly. He took off the gentleman's hat covering his face, picked up the stale wine and drank it in one gulp.

"Interesting!"

"This is the first time I've seen a candidate who cleared the level like this. 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 must be very lively..."

"Hey, is he really a genius?"

The man had brown curly hair, sideburns, a rough appearance, and smelled of alcohol. He stood up, picked up the bottle and left the bar.

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 neighborhood warehouse.

The gang leader Bunyan put down the phone, leaned back on the boss's chair, put his legs on the desk, and asked the busty secretary next to him to light a cigar for him.

He puffed away, his smile was particularly disdainful, and the scar on his face twitched: "Franco, this loser, handed over the Philosopher's Stone so quickly. He is so cowardly, how can he serve the goddess? He has no spirit of sacrifice at all. ”

"If he wants to beat me, let him beat me. How dare he beat you to death in broad daylight with so many people watching!"

After saying that, there was a burst of laughter.

Bunyan bit his cigar, opened the drawer, slapped a pistol on the table, and said to his secretary: "Tell everyone, pay attention. The target is a reckless man with brains. As long as the other side dares to take action, I will allow them to shoot. As long as they As long as no one is killed, I will take care of everything.”

"Bunyan, is this really okay?" the busty secretary said quietly.

"How to say?"

"The people from the headquarters come once in twenty years, and the high priest is there every day, and the target is Auston Landau's children. Even if the high priest won't do anything to you, Landau will take both black and white, and the unlucky ones will be You." said the secretary.

Bunyan's eyelids twitched. This was indeed the truth. The high priest had to go through the process to deal with him, while Auston only had to sneeze to deal with him.

"Having said that, I, Bunyan, have dedicated my life to the goddess a long time ago. It's just the Landau family. They can't scare me at all."

Bunyan loosened the buttons on his collar: "Tell everyone, peace is the most important thing in everything, don't use guns, take out those crowbars..."

"By the way, if you open the magic barrier, there will definitely be a sneak attack on Auston's son's heart."

The secretary nodded and left.

Bunyan 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, they can hold it for three days..."

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

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the ceiling fell. If it weren't for Ban Yang's quick eyesight and quick hands, his whole body would have been buried in the rubble.

"Are you Bunyan?"

Wayne stood in the ruins and said to the stunned Bunyan: "In the name of the goddess, you social trash should be damned. You have never met me before, and today your retribution has come."

"Fart, you must know."

"Know what?"

"Well……"

"You can't tell!"

Wayne sneered and clenched his fist, smashed the magic barrier in front of him with one punch, and angrily said: "Okay, you are not only a gangster brother, but also a black magician who commits crimes by burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil. If you meet me today, your retribution will come. Yes, the goddess will punish you severely for your sins."

Bunyan was completely stunned. It was the first time he saw such a shameless person. He raised his voice and said, "I have dozens of brothers..."

"They're all being beaten outside!"

"..."

Ah, so fast?

It can be faster.

As both a silver mage and a silver mage, Bunyan was instantly killed by Wayne when he faced him, and he was pinned to the ground and punched.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Tell me, you evil black magician who steals the belief in nature, where did you hide the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Hahaha, kill me if you can. If I tell you today, I will be your son."

Five minutes later, Bunyan was kneeling on the ground and howling. He underestimated Wayne, who pretended to be stupid and dared to beat people to death.

Every time he was beaten to death by eight points, he would be saved by Wayne and returned to the level of death by five points.

We went back and forth several times, and it was hard to say whether others could bear it or not. He couldn't bear it anyway, so he half-voluntarily handed over the Philosopher's Stone, crying and shouting that he wanted to be the adopted son of the Landao family.

"Fuck you!"

Wayne kicked Bunyan away. He's so ugly and wants to be Auston's god-grandson. Just dream.

He slapped the Nature Church's promotional brochure on Bunyan's face and said viciously: "The goddess has a good life. Even if you are a social waste like you, the goddess is willing to give you a chance. I will not kill you today, but three I will come back, and if you can’t memorize this book backwards, I will beat you again.”

Physics missionary.

Bunyan: (╥╥)

Is it possible that he has memorized this book by heart?

Is there any possibility that this book was printed by the factory he was responsible for?

"Damn society's trash, I get annoyed just looking at you. Thank the goddess for her mercy, otherwise you would be dead today."

Wayne took the Philosopher's Stone and left the office with fierce words. When passing by the warehouse and factory, he ignored the promotional brochures in the room and told Veronica to leave.

The two drove straight to the last clue.

If you hurry up, you can not only collect three Philosopher's Stones in one day, but also catch up with the Landau family's dinner.

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"Is this really good?"

Veronica was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the two Philosopher's Stones, and sighed: "You clearly know that they are one of your own, but you still deal with them so harshly."

"Doesn't it mean that they wrote the script well? They hid it from both of us."

"That's the truth, but the assessment also requires your brain. If you don't even notice your own people, your score won't be too high."

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

Wayne grinned: "It's not my fault anyway. The mission was not completed because of 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 he arrived at the third target.

Abandoned church.

No one, no one.

According to the script, there should be NPCs squatting here, who have the clues of the Philosopher's Stone and set up many levels. Only those who are sincere and kind can get clues from the NPC.

Obviously, the script was temporarily modified.

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

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

"Then, we get three Philosopher's Stones in one day, breaking the record for the fastest candidate to pass the level. The higher-ups blame us, and all members of the investigation team are punished. We lose face and our jobs?"

Wayne made Veronica speechless and touched her golden haired head: "Find a hotel and rest for three days. Give the investigation team time to make a new script. Don't be too extreme, especially for geniuses like you and me. It's easy to offend people if you are arrogant."

"But you have offended someone?"

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

"It's a bit confusing..."

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

"There is no calculation, just don't treat others as fools. They treat us as fools. According to empiricism, they think we will cooperate with the performance, so they lost the initiative. "

Wayne glanced at Veronica and taught: "Veronica, remember, the initiative must always be in your own hands. "

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

"The score may not be high. After all, they have grievances and have never seen me messing around like this, but the score will not be low. If it is exposed, they will be the only ones who will suffer. "

"Uh..."

"What, do you have any questions?"

"Wayne Landau, you and your son are so similar, am I picked up?"

"Ah, when did you find out? ! "

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