New Gods of North America

A will was being held and leisurely flipped through. The contents that Wayne remembered were no different from what he had seen before.

This did somewhat perplex Wayne.

So, he raised the will slightly in his hand, looking at Mr. Weisman and asking, "Is there something wrong with this will?"

According to the simple values of this era, a will entrusted to a lawyer for safekeeping and supervision has corresponding legal effect.

Correspondingly, the lawyer should naturally keep it confidential for the client before the will takes effect, rather than letting any third party review it in advance.

Mr. Weisman shook his head:

"The will itself is, of course, not problematic. But I believe this will has been leaked in advance or tampered with."

"As Mr. Wayne can see, it comes from a senior and reputable pastor of the church. The contents do not involve huge property distribution, nor are they related to any illegal matters. Unfortunately, during my routine inspection yesterday, I discovered that it had been taken out of the safe and unsealed. Other, perhaps more important, documents were not touched at all."

"For a lawyer, such an event clearly represents negligence. I don't want to hide my mistakes, but I also can't understand why this happened. The other party's behavior doesn't even constitute theft, and the police won't file a case for it. I can only hope that your detective agency will investigate."

Hmm...

Wayne picked up the file bag and examined it slightly.

Linna's craftsmanship was still very good. The bottom of the file bag still looked intact. The person who unsealed it didn't do anything fancy; they just used a letter opener or something similar to slice it open from the top.

"You want me to investigate the person who unsealed the will?" Wayne asked.

"Of course. And more importantly, I want to know why they did it."

Mr. Weisman nodded in confirmation. "I will also inform the client about this matter later and ask him about the original contents of the will to confirm whether the contents have been replaced or tampered with."

"This is not only to protect the client's rights but also to prove to other clients that I am still professional and trustworthy, so I cannot easily let this matter go. As for the investigation fee..."

A check was placed on the small table in front of the sofa and then pushed over.

The amount written on it was 200 US dollars.

Compared to the 5000-plus US dollars just now, this number is a bit lacking...

Mr. Weisman added, "This is a pre-paid deposit. If your detective agency can find the perpetrator, I will pay another final payment. If I can maintain my reputation in the end, I am willing to pay a total of 1000 US dollars for this matter."

This payment style made Wayne feel like he had met an old acquaintance again.

Mr. Weisman seemed to accidentally touch the list totaling more than 5000 US dollars on the small table, then raised his wine glass to Wayne:

"Mr. Wayne, how about we settle our matter like this?"

Wayne thought for a moment.

He also raised his wine glass slightly. "Cheers."

...

After chatting for a while longer and declining the invitation to stay for dinner,

Mr. Weisman left the detective agency in a carriage, then asked the coachman to hurry to the church in the "Academy" before dark.

Mr. Weisman looked at the hourglass in the carriage's hidden compartment. The sand above had now completely fallen to the bottom.

He had flipped the hourglass once when he arrived here. The speed at which the sand fell was as fast as expected, indicating that there were not only other Beyonders here, but their Sequence was also higher than the Sequence 4 represented by the hourglass itself.

Mr. Baker must have indeed fallen into the hands of this detective agency.

This level of public organization, not directly affiliated with the church, basically confirmed the rumors that this detective agency was Bishop Corleone's "private army."

As for Pastor Pearsall's explanation, Mr. Weisman had already thought it out in advance.

Pastor Pearsall had sent someone to remind him before that the potion he had hidden had been secretly rummaged through.

Since someone had already used such methods, it would be very reasonable for the same thing to happen to him.

Regardless of whether Pastor Pearsall believed that things had been touched in advance, the fact that "this will had been brought into this detective agency" had become a reality.

He didn't need to explicitly say that the other party had seen the will; he only needed to say that he had "come specifically to test it out." With Pastor Pearsall's personality, he would definitely not be indifferent to this.

As for Bishop Corleone's detective agency, he had given them this lead, hoping they wouldn't be so dull as to not notice any clues.

Next, he would see what kind of sparks they could create.

Some people in the political world had begun to tacitly resist the "Virginia Dynasty" that had continuously produced presidents. The "greatest common divisor" of harmony was gradually losing popularity. The next trend would be the "us" and "them" of either/or.

The local bishop's position had naturally become a key position that many people were trying to seize.

Although Pastor Pearsall had not been active in recent years, some of his previous remarks had been regarded as standards and banners by many Southern pastors in the Holy Spirit Church.

Although they had been unable to shake Bishop Corleone's position for so many years, they had now successfully turned all those "qualified to be candidates for bishop" into supporters of the South.

At this time, if Bishop Corleone's people wanted to move Pastor Pearsall, no matter what the real reason was, it would probably be interpreted as a "struggle."

Then, no matter who the winner was, perhaps they would have to cede some of their interests in the end for the sake of harmony on the surface.

That's perfect.

Chaos is a ladder.

The carriage soon arrived in front of the church in the "Academy."

Mr. Weisman got out of the carriage and saw some passersby queuing at a stall in the distance, wondering what they were doing.

However, the important matter at hand was more important.

He slightly tidied his appearance in front of the carriage window, then prepared to take his briefcase from the servant's hand.

His spiritual intuition suddenly stirred.

Mr. Weisman vigilantly turned his head to look at the bushes on the side of the road. The briefcase that had just been touched by his fingers was suddenly snatched away.

The servant watched as a shadow of a not-too-large bird of prey swooped down from the high sky at high speed.

His hand lightened, and his employer's things were instantly captured by its claws.

Then, before the briefcase could fly too far, it suddenly opened in mid-air, seemingly due to a loose buckle. The contents inside began to fall in a mess under the upturned gazes of everyone present.

It seemed that a small black dot bounced onto one of the file bags, and then a tearing sound seemed to be faintly heard. Some pieces of paper suddenly bloomed like snowflakes, then slowly fell.

The roads and students in the academy were of high quality.

After witnessing this strange natural farce, everyone consciously bent down to help the unlucky gentleman pick up the items from the ground.

One of the young men who had been setting up a stall here for the past two days, who had suddenly run back and started distributing coupons not long ago,

after picking up a piece of paper that had fallen relatively quickly, seemed to glance at the contents above and exclaimed in surprise, "This seems to be a will?"

Many kind-hearted people around who heard the voice couldn't help but look at the piece of paper they had picked up.

Then someone exclaimed in surprise, calling out the name of the will's owner, "Pastor Pearsall?!"