"So, all the members of your detective agency are corrupted?!" On the dining table, David Mills was obviously shocked by the news and sat up straight in an instant. It seemed as if he was in the next second, He would jump back, stand up, and then take out his gun and shoot "bang bang bang". Of course, it could also be taking out holy water or a holy emblem or something. Wayne sat in his original position and waved his hand, signaling him to calm down: "Our detective agency has a charter. I showed it to you. Have you forgotten? "Moreover, the members of our detective agency are all law-abiding citizens, and they will even help the church arrest the 'degenerates' who have committed crimes. They have no ill will towards the church, and they will not cause any harm to public security, so you don't need to be too nervous." Wayne originally didn't want to tell anyone about the Beyonders.
But Captain Mills was the kind of guy who could sit at the table whenever the bishop held a meeting in person, and the members of the detective agency had basically filed a case in the church, or at least registered their names, so this kind of thing should not be difficult to investigate within the church. Bishop Corleone mentioned David Mills' name to Wayne after the meeting. Although it was not a compliment, he excluded him from the group of people who were "sharp but blind to certain things". The person who suggested him to come here happened to be Tom Hagen, the treasurer of the cathedral. Those who could get this appointment should basically be considered the "confidant" of the diocesan bishop. So Wayne simply told him the truth directly and showed his sincerity. Anyway, when Bishop Corleone was holding a meeting that day, Captain Mills was also there. Although the content of the meeting may not be announced to the public, the bishop’s meaning should have been expressed very clearly. David Mills calmed down a bit and returned to his eating state. However, he couldn't help but look back and forth at the people at the table. "No wonder Tom told me to be mentally prepared before coming here... I didn't expect there would be so many Fallen here." Wayne put his index finger to his lips: “Shh! “Although the identities of our detective agency members are not secret, they are currently only known to those who should know them, so please do not mention them repeatedly. "By the way, in our territory, I suggest you change your name to something like 'Extraordinary'." David Mills nodded slowly, "So, Your Excellency, are you aware of the identities of the members of your detective agency?" "Of course. Otherwise, why would the Bishop sign a charter for us?" Wayne motioned for David Mills to stop talking and said, "Try our Kansas specialty, low-temperature slow-roasted beef brisket. Our chef made it in a Franco-style way." The food preservation technology these days is not "modern" enough. If the slaughtered beef is not easy to sell in Black Rock Town, it is not uncommon for the scraps that are difficult to handle to be sold at a discount or given away. When it comes to George Berg, anything that can be considered "meat" basically has no problems with sales, the only difference is the price - this includes pork and beef offal. Not only did the slaves on the plantations eat it, but even the poor families and the working class would not refuse it. Even many immigrants from the Old World were good at various offal dishes.
Even in the West, where meat is relatively abundant, there is something called "salted assorted offal". Wayne found that he came a little too early. If he had waited until after the peak of the Industrial Revolution, The people of Windsor and America probably generally don't know how to eat offal, so tripe will be like something you found for free, and you'll eat it until you vomit when eating it in hot pot. David Mills still had a "no taste for food" feeling at this time. He put a piece of cut meat into his mouth somewhat woodenly, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, then started asking questions again: "Allowing corruption...allowing the Beyonder Organization to develop in the diocese, isn't this a bit too radical?" Wayne shrugged. "Perhaps this is just a small-scale attempt made by the bishop within the diocese. Tom Hagen asked you to come here to 'study', perhaps with the intention of monitoring and supervising our detective agency. "But I have a small question. Do you think the 'degenerates' are more harmful to public security, or the 'criminals' are more harmful to public security?" "They are all very harmful." David Mills answered without hesitation. "Some corrupt people may cause great harm to people even if they have no malicious intentions." Hmm... Wayne thought about the counterexample and said, "Let's assume there is such a Beyonder. He has good character, can control his Beyonder abilities, and is a believer in the Holy Spirit. How do you think such a person should be dealt with?" "Send them to a monastery and isolate them from the general public for life. But family members will be allowed to visit them regularly." David Mills answered quickly. Emma, the little loli sitting next to Lina, listened and her little hands, which were holding the spoon to drink soup, trembled. David Mills noticed Emma's actions and said, "This little girl, is she also..." Wayne chose to be vague, "Oh, she's not a member of our detective agency. We are her guardians." "guardian?" David Mills looked at Lina, who also had blonde hair and was rubbing Emma's little head, and then looked at Wayne, who was sitting next to Lina. He seemed to suddenly understand something, and then he seemed to realize something again. He observed the ages of Lina and Emma again. Finally, the way he looked at Wayne was as if he was a beast in human clothing. Hey, what on earth are you thinking about?! Wayne explained a little, "Emma is fostered in our detective agency, she is not our child." David Mills' expression changed at this point: "I see. Miss Elena is indeed a little too young to be a mother and have such a big child." Wayne: ... If I didn't have to rely on the protection of the church, I would really have to have a good talk with you about the joke about "who should leave the little boy first, the priest or the devil?" After dinner, Wayne took David Mills to see where he had been living recently, and also gave him a general idea of the detective agency's usual working methods. This guy has a bit of a military demeanor, his luggage is simple, and he is not picky about the environment. He is also very conscientious in abiding by the rules and regulations, and has already asked when he should be on duty.
Wayne was not so extravagant as to actually treat the captain of the special forces who had church membership as an employee. So I told him that he didn't need to be on duty, and if the detective agency had any business, he could just follow them. However, some things really cannot stand being talked about. As soon as Wayne finished speaking, Doug, who was on duty, came over and said that Bill Tench from the Georgeburg Police Department wanted to visit him for something. It was obviously past dinner time, and it was not a custom in America to go to other people's houses for midnight snacks. Bill Tench is also the head of the case handling department in the police station. He must have some serious business to attend to when he comes here.