New Gods of North America

After Lina and I restored everything one by one, the two of them left stealthily.

Reverend Pycelle now looks very old and frail. He usually seems to fall flat on his face when he walks, and then kicks his legs and falls to the ground. It is not surprising that he would prepare a will in advance.

But she didn't expect that the guy Lina was following today was actually Pastor Pycelle's will lawyer.

Wayne and his team may have found the lawyer's home address.

But it cannot be confirmed yet.

There is a notepad on the desk in the office, which is specially used for writing small notes. Usually, I tear off one piece after using it.

Lina used the small piece of charcoal she brought with her to lightly brush the top note diagonally for a while, and vaguely made out the handwriting on the previous note: "Lawyer, Weisman", and then an address in Richmond.

It looked like the owner of the office had handwritten out his or her private contact information and given it to a client or something.

Wayne actually knows this simple "detective trick".

But it is really difficult for ordinary people to easily take out the appropriate small props from their bodies...

Take the note away, avoid the staff in the office building,

After going downstairs, the two went to Connor to talk to them, reminding them to be careful, and then prepared to return to the detective agency.

As the saying goes, "enemies often meet on narrow roads."

On the way, the two of them ran into Malcolm Baker from Cohen Pharmaceuticals in downtown Richmond.

To be precise, it was Lina who recognized the other party's carriage and asked Wayne "Do you want to go over and say hello?"

There was no need for a boxcar to support the occasion today, but a low profile was needed, so Wayne came here in a "covered wagon" that was a bit like a western.

After the two carriages were parallel, Lina shrank into the carriage, and Wayne waved to the other side through the carriage window, with a bit of a mean tone of "Don't you like to attack behind my back? Come and hit me."

The other person looked at Wayne in the carriage, and it was unknown what he said to the coachman, and then the other person's carriage quickly turned away.

cut,

See you next Sunday then.

After that, the journey was uneventful. Lina briefly talked about her summary of the days of monitoring the other party.

The current staff size of Cohen Pharmaceuticals in Richmond does not seem to be as large as expected. It feels more like a publicity and sales team to expand the market.

Most of the people the other party had come into contact with these days were so-called "respectable people", including wealthy people and politicians, but mainly doctors, scholars, vendors and the like, as well as reporters and editors from newspapers.

There is a new piece of information that is "expected" by the detective agency. That Malcolm Baker is most likely also a Beyonder.

But Lina felt that he was not quite a member of the School of Life Studies, because when she tried to "fish" using the conventional symbols of the School of Life Studies, the other party obviously saw it, but there was no follow-up reaction.

The structure of the School of Life is loose, and the relationships between people are usually similar to the inheritance of master and apprentice or the friendship between classmates in school. Those with good relationships may be as close as one family, while those with average relationships may be like strangers.

There is no way to tell whether he "didn't know him" or "recognized him but was too lazy to respond".

However, the opponent is a Beyonder, and a member of Cohen Pharmaceuticals, so it is likely that he will not be able to be killed in a duel.

Although dueling is more popular in the South than in the West, the upper class here is keen on "slapping faces" and the main factor in determining the winner is "win or lose", so the death rate is not very high.

Especially in a public duel, there might be many ladies and the like present. It's ok to see blood, and it's ok not to be able to save the enemy, but you can't do anything like shooting them again. Losing your manners is sometimes more socially devastating than losing the duel.

Southerners are not as forthright as Westerners in this regard.

Westerners value practical results more. How can it be called a duel if the person is not killed? Who said that in a duel, you can't shoot in the back?

Wayne can only follow the local customs in this regard.

Considering that it was an open duel, Wayne didn't even plan to use the demon hunting bullets.

Killing the opponent on the spot is a small matter, but if you accidentally hit him in some strange extraordinary form, if it causes a bad influence among the citizens, it will be a big deal. The cathedral may even have opinions about it.

So it’s better to give the other party a slap in the face first, and then see if the other party will give it to you in private.

We are all civilized people.

We still have to be friendly at the table.

Lina was someone who had some understanding of local customs. After hearing Wayne's plan, she had no objection.

However, she still cares more about the church's opinion. "Since the bishop condones the existence of Cohen Pharmaceuticals, if we fight them, will the local cathedral really not intervene?"

…

"Bishop Corleone did not see me today, and Tom Hagen said the same thing as before, saying that the Cathedral never targeted anyone."

In the apartment,

Malcolm Baker faced Mr. Weisman, whom he had specially asked his servant to call, and told him what had happened today.

"It seems that the Holy Spirit Church intends to be a 'spectator' this time."

Mr. Weissman, on the other hand, looked "carefree" and took a sip of whiskey. "Mr. Baker, what are you going to do now?"

Malcolm Baker did not seem to be in as good a mood as he had been in the morning. "It would be great if this old fox could die sooner. Reverend Bazzini is obviously easier to communicate with and would never sit idly by and watch something like this happen. Wayne even came over to provoke us just now. Apparently he got some promises from the cathedral."

Mr. Weissman brought up his previous suggestion again, "In that case, why don't we gather our forces to deal with the opponent before the duel?"

"Can."

Malcolm Baker did not refuse this time. "I contacted an old colleague in the company today. According to what he revealed, it seems that the headquarters will not give me more resources. If the Virginia market development is not going well, I may have to go back to being a 'salesman'."

But he still seemed to have some concerns. "But even the members responsible for 'market security' said that the other party is not easy to deal with. The group we sent to George Berg before was wiped out. The people I can call now don't seem to be that strong..."

Mr. Weissman seemed very considerate at this time:

"I know of a potion that can temporarily enhance the potential of Beyonders. If you need it, Mr. Baker, I can try to get some."

"What are the side effects?" Malcolm Baker was clearly quite knowledgeable about some of these things.

Mr. Weisman did not hide it. “It is the least surprising one for Extraordinary People.”

“…”

Malcolm Baker fell silent for a moment. "We should have other bounty hunters that we have worked with before, right? Call all of them over first and have them try again. If that doesn't work... recall all of the 'market security' personnel assigned to us by the headquarters back to Richmond first."

"The amount of medicine that can be obtained is probably limited. Why not just solve the problem once and for all?" asked Mr. Weisman.

“It’s my decision.”

"Okay. As you wish, Mr. Baker."