New Gods of North America.

Chapter 532 Stability
Several horse-drawn carriages without obvious markings, but with a size that showed they were not low-key, were parked in a row in front of the restaurant.
When Wayne went downstairs, before he even walked out of the stairwell, he heard the sound of physical fighting outside. It seemed to be a one-sided fight, and the movements were quite clean and neat.

The revolver was held in his hand, and he looked sideways with a simple line of vision.
The agents in the hall had already divided into two rows inside the door and were lining up according to height, while Lina and Emma were gathering by a window to watch the fun.

Well……

From the looks of it, it seems that the people being beaten are not ours?

The pistol was put back into the gun pocket under his armpit, and Wayne's head appeared above the two blond heads, one big and one small, and looked out along the line of sight. "What's going on now?"

Lina said without even turning her head: "Judging from the scene, it should be some important figure from the Holy Spirit Church who has come. The men he brought with him are investigating the martial law. I don't think they are enemies, so let's line up to welcome them. We can't let the detective agency look unprofessional at this time."

"Then why are Ryan and the others outside?" Wayne asked.

"Those unlucky guys on the ground just didn't choose the right time. I heard that these guys had been coming to the bar to cause trouble before, and they came again just now. Ryan originally wanted to show off in front of Jasmine, but those guys didn't even have time to smash a few more things before they were dealt with by the people clearing the area."

The location of the restaurant is pretty good, at the corner of a street and a wide alley. A slight turn into the alley leads to the back door, which is convenient for loading and unloading goods.

Ryan was standing outside the window with Sanders, Liam, and the freckled girl who had just been hired by the bar.

After noticing Wayne's gaze, Liam reflexively hid the bandaged stick in his hand behind his back.

There were a few people next to them that Wayne didn't recognize. They had been controlled by someone and were lying in a row in the alley with their hands on the back of their heads.
The people who controlled these guys were also strangers, but Wayne had seen the uniforms they wore, which were mainly black with leather belts around the waist. The first time Wayne saw this kind of uniform was in Blackrock Town, when Priest Tywin and his men were all wearing similar uniforms.

People in the church...

Could it really be that priest Tywin who has come? Or maybe it's Roose Bolton, one of his men?
That shouldn't be the case. Isn't Roose Bolton in charge of the exorcism department of Kansas City? Can such a position be transferred between archdioceses?

The situation was quickly brought under control, and the men outside, wearing black corset uniforms, swiftly took up various security positions around the restaurant.
They didn't expel the members of the detective agency, but they remained serious.

Wayne quickly took the time to tidy up his appearance, and then walked to the hall facing the main door. He looked at a serious-looking young man in uniform, who respectfully opened the door of the carriage that obviously held an important figure.
Then I saw a bald, white-haired man with a "nice guy" expression walking down from the carriage...

Wayne's expression almost collapsed.

No, how come it's Priest Tyrell? You weren't like this before...

But the agents had already lined up, so Wayne still put on a serious face and walked through the queue to greet them, "Welcome to your visit."

Reverend Tyrell also followed the etiquette of a formal visit and nodded slightly. "Do you have a place here that is convenient for conversation?"

……

On the corridor on the second floor of the restaurant, there was a person standing at regular intervals, each with their chests puffed out and their heads raised, their hands behind their backs, looking as serious as they could be.
The situation in the closed room was a bit inconsistent with the situation outside. Wayne even felt a little regretful. Why didn't he fold the quilt after getting up? Now the room looked a bit messy, and there was not even a place to sit.

After a brief moment of shock, Wayne quickly understood the situation. He recalled the news he had just read in the newspaper: Pastor Bazzini was plotting to rebel, and Bishop Corleone was still in a coma.
According to the current situation, Reverend Tyrell should now be considered the "first in line" to become the Bishop of Virginia. He has already surpassed the realm of "half-step to the peak of bishopship". At least before the election of the bishop is officially completed, he is at the level of "acting bishop".

However, because he had a little understanding of Priest Tyrell before, he was still trying to kill himself.

I wanted to see if Reverend Tyrell would be as easy to talk to as before. "These people outside look a little unfamiliar. Are they transferred from other parishes?"

After entering the room, Reverend Tyrell didn't look as nice as usual, but fortunately he still answered Wayne's question:

"They are the guards who obey the orders of the bishop of the diocese. Their functions are similar to the 'Red Gloves' of the Holy See, and their equipment is similar. According to the order issued by Bishop Corleone himself, their command has been transferred to me since this morning." Reverend Tyrell turned a blind eye to the mess in the room and looked out the window as if he was looking at the scenery while speaking.
Wayne understood immediately after hearing this, and behaved himself, "How is the Bishop now?"

Reverend Tyrell did not play it safe: "The news to the public in the next two days will be 'still in a coma'. The announcement of death is currently planned to be made in three days."

hiss……

Wayne's head suddenly jumped, "Do you have any task for me to complete?"

This case is not easy to investigate, please don't really leave it to me...

Reverend Tyrell looked back at Wayne, his eyes seemingly inadvertently glancing at the painting at the foot of the wall:

"The bishop's guard is usually divided into two parts. One part is always affiliated with the cathedral, which is what you just saw. The other part is formed and arranged by each bishop. Normally, it also needs to be handed over or recorded."

He paused for a moment, "Do you know where they are going?"

Wayne shook his head honestly, waiting for Reverend Tyrell to tell him the answer.

The room fell silent for a moment. Reverend Tyrell looked expressionless. Then Wayne quickly reacted.

Wait a moment,
You don't think I know that, do you?! How could I know such inside information?
Unfortunately, before Wayne could explain, Reverend Tyrell had already turned his gaze away and started a new topic:

"No matter what, the most important thing right now is to maintain the law and order and stability of Virginia. The results of the investigation into Tom Hagen's assassination have come out. It has been proven that the postal system within the state is indeed unreliable. Our previous agreement is still valid.

"There are suddenly a lot of vacancies in the church, and it takes a lot of energy to stabilize people's hearts. And many of Walter's people are messy accounts left over from the colonial period, and strictly speaking, they cannot be considered federal employees. It should be okay to let you handle some of them?"

Old things are brought up again,

Although Reverend Tyrell looked calm and composed, Wayne felt his scalp tingling when he heard this.

Thoughts raced through his mind. Reverend Tyrell had said before that he and Mr. Walter were "one another." When it came time to strike, he did not hesitate at all.
If he refused again now, he might have to buy a one-way ticket back to Kansas overnight, and he might even be chased back on horseback.

But I really don't want to be someone else's thug...

If you get too deep into it, you might not even be able to guess where your enemy came from...

Wayne doesn't mind "catching bad guys", but that is different from just blindly "shooting wherever he points". Even Bishop Corleone has never let the detective agency target anyone specifically.

Saliva swirled in his throat, but Wayne remained calm on the surface. Then he met Reverend Tyrell's eyes again.
Meow, let’s try one last gamble:
"Bishop Corleone gave me a warrant last time, saying that before it expires, our detective agency has the same authority as exorcists in Virginia and can capture wild Beyonders who violate the rules. If they are among the people who violate the rules or commit crimes, we will certainly do our best and will not let them disrupt the order. I just don't know if it is still valid now?"

Silence spread again, and Wayne felt as if he could hear the pocket watch in his vest pocket "tick, tick".
Reverend Tyrell looked at the painting again, and it took him a long time to look back:
"I will not abolish it. But the premise is that you need to remember what you said now, 'No criminal who attempts to destabilize will be let off.'"

"Don't worry, I will do it."

call……

Fortunately, Reverend Tyrell's obsession didn't seem that deep, so he didn't lose this bet...

I guess I didn’t lose the bet…?
(End of this chapter)