Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 520 - 227 Is this also within your calculations?

Chapter 520: Chapter 227 Is this also within your calculations?

The next morning, Wayne drove Veronica to Winchester.

A distance of one hundred kilometers wasn’t considered far, and driving offered more freedom.

On the way, Veronica was still studying the documents and expressed doubt about the three clues sorted out by Wayne, "Could it be too simple? The other clues are also quite suspicious, are we really not investigating them?"

"These three clues have the highest possibility. We’ll investigate them first, if we find nothing, then we’ll consider the rest."

"Why?"

"The most characters are involved, the plot is the most complex."

"..."

Makes sense!

Veronica tried to argue, but believing in the intelligence of social scum, she changed her angle, "If it’s this simple, we could finish in two days, that would be considered a bonus, right?"

"The bonus doesn’t matter. I want a quick battle to decide on the candidate slot in the shortest time possible."

"How come?"

"Flora, teacher’s arch-enemy, has been too quiet. If I were her, I would definitely be plotting something big. Either stay still or deliver a decisive blow without giving the teacher a chance to turn the tables. That’s why the quicker the better, I don’t want to and can’t afford to give her too much time," Wayne answered.

Veronica nodded in agreement, acknowledging she learned something new, "If these three clues are fake, should we split up to investigate?"

"No, I can’t let you out of my sight."

Wayne glanced at Veronica, "I can’t exclude the possibility of Flora using beauty traps. Keep a close watch on me to prevent her from tasting success."

Veronica couldn’t handle someone’s narcissism and rolled her eyes bitterly, "She was a former Holy Maiden, a high-ranking member of The Church, it’s impossible..."

"Ha, Austin was a high-ranking member of the Magic Department too!"

"It’s not the same, he doesn’t have faith."

"I don’t have faith either, and yet I became a candidate for Saint Heir?"

"..."

Veronica was left speechless and murmured softly, "The investigative team suspects you’re a bodyguard, sent to assist me. The Church would never have a Saint Heir unless you could turn into a woman."

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By noon, the two had arrived at Winchester.

Winchester was once the capital of Windsor, with a long history and numerous churches; it was also home to a great many royal tombs, making it well-suited for archaeology.

Following the clues in the document, they located a bar in a remote location—The Great Spinning Bird Bar.

According to reliable information, the bar owner Franco was a Black Sorcerer who ran an underground market, the last person to have handled the Philosopher’s Stone. Through him, they might be able to uncover the whereabouts of one of the stones.

"Mother said these are all actors. Franco isn’t a Black Sorcerer but one of The Church’s own. This test is to check our spontaneity, use your eloquence to persuade him," Veronica said, pushing open the car door.

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

"What are you trying to do?"

Veronica hurriedly pulled him back and whispered, "Don’t mess around, I’ll say it again, he’s one of us."

"Who knows?"

Pointing at himself, Wayne said, "Teacher might know, the investigative team might also know, but as candidates, we don’t know anything, understand?"

"This can work?"

"What else? The investigative team put a lot of effort into writing the script, please show some respect."

Wayne spoke and briskly pushed open the door to the bar.

The name of The Great Spinning Bird Bar was full of Windsor’s local customs, and though its location was remote, it remained standing, which indicated that the business wasn’t bad.

Continuing the deduction, the bar wasn’t just a temporary setup by the investigative team; it had been in place for quite a long time.

This was a covert base for the Naturalism Church.

When it comes to faith, no shame.

It fully demonstrated the magnanimous embrace of the Goddess, accommodating all kinds and respecting all forms of gender, emphasizing the equality of all beings.

Around noon, the bar had few people, the bartender wiping the bar, several customers sleeping off their hangovers in the corners.

Their snoring was as loud as thunder, exhausted from the night before.

Wayne slapped his hand onto the bar and presented a Xianling, "Whoever, where’s Franco? I’ve got business to discuss with him."

The bartender took the Xianling, poured a drink for Wayne and Veronica, and then asked, "Do you have an appointment, dear guests?"

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

Wayne took out a stack of Xianlings from his chest, a thick pile, "No problem, I hope to see him within five minutes."

The bartender blinked, tried to take the stack of Xianlings, and when he saw Wayne didn’t stop him, he quickly pocketed the money, "Please wait; I guarantee the boss will appear before you within five minutes."

Veronica blinked, observing the moves of society’s scum up close. She didn’t know that Hefei also came through this way in the past.

Hard work compensates for lack of talent, as long as one holds a humble heart and is willing to learn, Dragon Blood Girl too can develop a sharp mind.

Very soon, less than two minutes passed, and the round-headed and pudgy bar owner Franco stood before Wayne with a businessman’s smile, "How may I address you, dear guest?"

"It’s not important. I heard you bought a Philosopher’s Stone, can you share where it is?" Wayne got straight to the point.

"Ah, this..."

Franco frowned tightly, "Dear guest, I don’t know where you heard such a rumor, but I’m a legitimate businessman, I don’t deal with all that nonsense."

"I see, it’s a matter of more money, right?"

"It’s not about money..."

But whether you, as a candidate, are too skilled?

Franco cracked a slight smile, "How about this, dear guest, come again in the evening. There will be a small auction, perhaps then you will find what you’re looking for."

NPC offers a side quest.

Wayne declines to click and reaches out to grab Franco’s collar, pulling him from behind the bar.

With considerable strength, strong enough to send Franco, heavy as a pig, soaring into the air and squealing like a slaughtered hog, crashing down to shatter a table upon landing.