Being "named" by Bishop Corleone, Wayne jumped directly from being a background figure in the party crowd to becoming one of the focus figures in the banquet hall. Even Mrs. Russell, the owner of the manor, They all came over and chatted with Wayne for a while - mainly she asked questions and Wayne answered. Aside from the little things about the Extraordinary, Wayne had nothing to hide about most of his resume. However, Mrs. Russell was not concerned about those things. What she cared about more were Wayne's family background, marriage, assets, and income. The questions they used were quite skillful, like "How much salary does your family need to pay to the servants in the West each year?" or "If you run your own business, the amount of taxes you need to pay every year must be quite a lot." It is a more direct form of "euphemism", or it can be said to be a more euphemistic form of "directness". Wayne, tell the truth. So after getting a bunch of answers that could almost all be simplified to "zero", Mrs. Russell was obviously even more confused.
But she still said goodbye to Wayne politely. She returned to the group of ladies who were waiting for her there, and several noble ladies continued to chat there in a dignified manner. But there are some benefits, At least the first batch of business cards that Wayne had printed yesterday and were not even warm yet were quickly distributed. And it accurately hits the high-value customer group. The employer, Mr. Ben Harmon, who finally came over, also looked at Wayne differently: "Although I thought your detective agency, Mr. Wayne, was quite large, I didn't expect that even the bishop was one of your clients. It's a bit surprising." no, Where did this rumor come from? Wayne thought that if the detective agency used its reputation to bully others, Bishop Corleone might not mind. However, if they allow rumors to take advantage of the situation and imply that even the bishop of the Holy Spirit Church needs their help, that would be a bit of "digging a hole to bury themselves". So he quickly clarified, "Mr. Harmon, you may have misunderstood. Our detective agency was only received by the bishops because we assisted in the arrest of a wanted criminal. The bishop is not our client. On the contrary, we should thank the bishop for protecting us." Mr. Ben Harmon nodded while holding a glass of champagne. "At least it is true that you have been recognized by the Bishop. I did not entrust the wrong person. The security of our manor will be entirely up to you during this period. When I go back, I will tell Myron to fully cooperate with you during this period." Hmm... Wayne could only raise his glass slightly, "Thank you Mr. Harmon for your support." … On the other side of the banquet hall, A young lady in a gorgeous dress lifted her complicated skirt slightly and trotted back from the side that roughly belonged to "Madam" to a small circle that belonged to "Miss". "I just eavesdropped on the conversation between Mrs. Russell and Miss Fisk, and I've roughly figured it out. Although Mr. Wayne seems to be close to Master Ian, they are not that close. Moreover, his family background should be quite ordinary, so he is not an ideal blind date partner."
"That's a pity... His appearance and temperament are quite good..." The girl next to him knew that this was actually a very high evaluation, so she quickly refuted: "Gladys, you just had your coming-of-age ceremony not long ago. You will meet many better gentlemen in social occasions in the future. And Mrs. Russell will definitely not be interested in such a poor boy. She didn't even like my brother." "That's right," another lady next to her said, "and you have to be careful whether they will covet your property. Even if someone eloped to New York City because of a good relationship like Miss Dawson, her life has become very hard now. She recently complained to me in a letter that she could not even afford to hire a maid." "Don't worry, I dare not disobey my mother." Miss Russell paused for a moment, "But he never invites the ladies to dance, and he doesn't seem to take the initiative to socialize..." "Arrogant, right? It seems like he has only been talking to Master Ian before. I guess he wants to win the favor of the Fisk family." The female companion in the previous sentence giggled, "Hehe. Mary, you said at the beginning that he was probably just a poor boy from another place, but now your opinion has changed." "But I was not wrong. Although he knew the Bishop and Master Ian, he was indeed a poor boy. Even Jessica said so after she came back." "But Miss Fisk seems to have a good impression of him. It seems that she just heard Master Ian mention during the dance that Mr. Wayne would go to the 'College' to study. She said that if Mr. Wayne invited her to dance, she would not refuse. It is said that Mr. Wayne once had experience in democratic elections, and maybe he will enter politics in the future." "Hmm... Miss Fisk's taste should be quite good..." "Gladys, don't be naive. You might as well consider my brother instead of him. Look, Master Ian is back. I wonder if he will invite me to dance with him later and see how I can charm him." … Wayne had just sneaked out of the banquet hall, Then Ian Fisk with a gloomy face followed out from behind. When facing high-quality wealthy customers, Wayne is still very service-minded, otherwise he would not have been a "shield" for him just now. So Wayne thought about it and said, "Do you need me to go back? I don't mind chatting with you for a while." Ian Fisk looked as if he had just taken a big bite of a lemon: "Someone broke the rules. We were all given a 'kind reminder' by the bishop just now." "Ah?" What's going on?! After successfully arousing Wayne's curiosity, Ian Fisk first walked aside and whispered to the captain of the bodyguards who seemed to have been waiting outside the banquet hall. After listening to this, the bodyguard captain nodded and left quickly. Ian Fisk took Wayne towards the greenhouse garden, which was connected to the main house by an enclosed corridor. This damn place is hot and stuffy, but there are many unique plants that can only grow in the south, some of which look pretty good. The servants in the manor would also give the guests a certain amount of "privacy space". When no one was around, Ian Fisk secretly asked Wayne: "Do you have any clues now? Which families are secretly supporting the hidden organization's infiltration?" Wayne was confused. "Why do we have clues about this?" Ian Fisk frowned slightly: "Aren't you in charge of the investigation? Which department in the church is investigating this matter now?" Wayne shook his head, "No, we are just a private detective agency and have no direct relationship with the church."
"Oh, I see." Ian Fisk's brows relaxed and he nodded: "It seems that your identities are still kept secret. So apart from the parts that need to be kept strictly confidential, what information can you reveal to me?" hiss…… Wayne thought for a moment, "Why do you think we are from the church?" "It's not hard to guess. In fact, for some of our big families in the South, many things are not secrets. When I was in Chicago before, according to Butler Henry's secret investigation, the instructions given to you by the local newspaper to create momentum were issued by the church's exorcism department, and the propaganda was about combating gangs. "So we thought at the time that you were a newly established peripheral organization of the local church, and that your scope of responsibility was different from that of the Exorcist Association. They were probably mainly responsible for the so-called 'fallen ones' that appeared in various places, while you were mainly fighting against organized Beyonders and the ordinary criminals involved in them. "So in order to avoid conflict with the local church, I did not let the bodyguards act on their own, but entrusted the task of rescuing Olivia to you." Wayne was still trying to struggle, "My destination is Virginia. I'm just passing through Chicago and staying for a while..." "Yes," Ian Fisk nodded. "After hearing that you were going to study at the 'College', I guessed that your team was transferred to Virginia by the church. Bishop Corleone personally promoted you just now, which actually proves this point." I go, You look like a heartless guy, but actually, there are so many circuits in your brain that they’re almost tangled, right? Wayne quickly gave up resistance and chose to ask questions: "Shh! We won't officially admit it. "But you just said 'someone broke the rules'. What exactly did you mean? I need to confirm it."