New Gods of North America

"My uncle is now responsible for managing some of the family-funded institutions, including a foundation that supports archaeological excavations and antiquities research. He also occasionally donates cultural relics.

After I helped my uncle pass the items to Dr. Allen, he felt that I seemed interested in related courses, so he welcomed me to study in his class. I also dragged Gladys along."

After class, Wayne rarely enjoyed the treatment of "going home from school with a female classmate" at the academy.

Only then did Miss Ovilia tell him the whole story.

Such things are not to be envied.

Just as the detective agency's carriage was waiting on the road a little further away, Wayne told Miss Ovilia, as if inadvertently, that he would be going to the academy church after dinner, and then said "be careful" to the two young ladies before heading back to the detective agency.

This time, Ryan and a trainee agent came to pick up Wayne.

Lina was not forced to practice the piano by Ineisha and Miss Ovilia today, so she slipped away early. Before Wayne even got close, he saw a head of bright blond hair inside through the carriage window.

Opening the door and getting into the carriage, Seth Grayson was already in place.

Last night, this guy proved that what he said was true. Afterward, he was taken back to the detective agency, but out of caution, he was not allowed to participate in the "preliminary trial" of the prisoners. It could only be considered as protecting him first.

After sending him back to the academy this morning, agents were secretly protecting him. This time, he will confront that "Peter."

"Did you notice anything unusual on your end today?" Wayne asked him after the carriage started.

Seth Grayson pondered for a while, then shook his head:

"Before, besides regularly reporting to the academy church, only the contact person would arrange for me to do things. Last night, even the contact person was arrested. Theoretically, my line has been cut off. Perhaps no one will contact me again. Or there won't be any 'friendly contact'.

"Of course, I can also try to contact Pastor Pasiel directly, using the excuse that 'I don't know why the clues were discovered,' but he may not admit that he is the mastermind behind the scenes, and it may be difficult to truly trust me."

Wayne thought for a while:

"According to our initial agreement, you only need to complete my request at that time. There is no need to do anything more risky for the time being. In return, the detective agency will provide protection for you in this matter and in subsequent developments.

"If you still want to join the detective agency... have you had a 'competition' with the agents? How were the results?"

Seth seemed a little embarrassed about this. "My score in fixed shooting is okay, but my ranking in continuous shooting is probably only in the middle or lower level among the current batch of new members. As for unrestricted combat... when I perform well, I can occasionally defeat Little Willie."

Please, you are now more than a head taller than Willie...

Is this considered an adult beating a child?

Wayne tried his best to hold back his expression, at least not to laugh out loud:

"Considering your cultural level and the uniqueness of your extraordinary abilities, we can give you appropriate extra points in the comprehensive assessment. If you are not very good at martial arts, perhaps you need to work hard on your 'professional level' in detective work.

"Perhaps you already realized last night that the abilities of the extraordinary are strange and diverse. For an organization that deals with the extraordinary, the detective agency needs a variety of comprehensive abilities. If you can find a suitable position for yourself, the detective agency will welcome you to become one of us."

Seth Grayson nodded, "I will work hard."

...

When they arrived at the detective agency, Lina went back to her room to catch up on sleep.

Seth followed Wayne to the cellar to communicate with Peter in the iron cage.

The two checked some past events, both trying to prove their value.

Peter in the iron cage was unwilling to provide information that would greatly offend Cohen Pharmaceuticals, but he was quite active in assisting in finding some 'doers' like Seth, and confessing clues related to the academy church.

Perhaps in his eyes, both the detective agency and Cohen Pharmaceuticals are organizations related to the School of Life Sciences, so there is no question of 'betrayal.' Moreover, the detective agency is currently in charge, so there is no pressure to assist.

Wayne and the others did not try to recruit Peter for the time being. They had to wait for the cathedral's reply.

He didn't need Tom Hagen to explicitly say 'agree.' As long as the meaning he gave didn't explicitly or implicitly express opposition, Wayne felt that this matter could probably be done.

After listening for a while, Ryan came down to indicate that a guest was visiting.

Wayne asked the two agents to continue guarding here, both to help take notes and to ensure safety.

The person who came was Mr. Russell's butler:

"Mr. Wayne, Mr. Russell asked me to invite you to the manor to discuss the security of the steam line. Mr. Russell knows that you are a student at the academy and may be busy with your studies, so the time is set for Sunday afternoon."

Having the butler make a special trip is considered a relatively formal invitation for the wealthy.

Wayne felt that the security matters of the steam train company were probably settled, so he happily agreed and asked the butler to take some small gifts back.

In fact, he didn't send anything special, just picked a little from the wine that Ian Fisk had brought before.

Wayne felt that the gifts he could give shouldn't be rude. If it was embarrassing, it was Ian Fisk who was embarrassing himself.

As soon as he sent the butler away, another carriage drove to the small courtyard.

Several members near the gate of the small courtyard looked at the style of the carriage, and each of them looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Who's coming?" Wayne asked curiously.

Ryan next to him glanced from a distance, then shrank his neck, "It should be Mr. Simon Sherman."

Oh?

That shipyard young master who spent thirty thousand dollars to buy a mirror, a sucker?

"Is he scary?" Wayne was even more curious.

Ryan didn't seem to know how to describe it:

"He himself is not scary, and he always brings some gifts. But Miss Lina has been a little annoyed by him recently - we all think that Miss Lina is willing to go to the academy to take classes because she doesn't want to run into him often.

"Considering that Mr. Sherman is a guest, Miss Lina is usually unwilling to be too neglectful, but several peripheral members were previously called to the arena by Miss Lina to clean up, I'm afraid Miss Lina deliberately showed it to Mr. Sherman."

Wayne didn't know about this. "Then he wasn't scared off?"

"There may have been a little fright," Ryan thought for a while, "but it feels like Mr. Sherman has been visiting even more actively since then..."

Hmm...

Wayne recalled Lina's attitude and stereotypes towards the various believers of the "Wise Sage", and felt that it seemed both abnormal and very reasonable.