New Gods of North America.

Chapter 407 Cooperation
A will was picked up in his hand and read slowly. The contents that he remembered were the same as those Wayne had seen before.

This does make Wayne a little confused.

So he raised the will in his hand slightly, looked at Mr. Weisman and asked, "Is there any problem with this will?"

According to the simple values of this era, a will entrusted to a lawyer for safekeeping and supervision has corresponding legal effect.

Correspondingly, the lawyer should naturally keep the client's will confidential before it takes effect, rather than showing it to any third party for review in advance.

Mr. Weissman shook his head:
"There is certainly nothing wrong with the will itself. But I think it has been leaked in advance or tampered with.

"As you can see, Mr. Wayne, it comes from a senior and prestigious pastor of the church. The content does not involve the distribution of huge amounts of property, nor does it have anything to do with any illegal matters. Unfortunately, when I was doing a routine inspection yesterday, I found that it had been taken out of the safe and unsealed. Other documents that may be more important have not been touched at all.

"For a lawyer, such a thing obviously represents dereliction of duty. I don't want to cover up my mistakes, but I can't understand why such a thing happened. The other party's behavior did not even constitute theft, and the police would not file a case for it. I can only hope that your detective agency will investigate."

Well……

Wayne picked up the document bag and examined it briefly.
Lina's craftsmanship is still very good. The bottom of the file bag looks intact. The person who opened it did not do anything fancy. He just used a letter opener or something like that to cut it open from the top seal.

"Are you the one who wants me to investigate the person who opened the will?" Wayne asked.

"Of course. And more importantly, I want to understand why the other party did this."

Mr. Weissman nodded in confirmation, “I will inform the client of this matter later and ask him about the original content of the will to confirm whether the content has been replaced or tampered with.

"This is not only to protect the client's rights, but also to prove to other clients that I am still professional and trustworthy, so I can't let this matter go easily. As for the cost of the commissioned investigation..."

A check was placed on the small table in front of the sofa and then pushed over.

The amount written on it is $200.

Compared with the more than 5000 US dollars just now, this number is a bit underwhelming...

Mr. Weissman added, "This is a deposit paid in advance. If your detective agency can find the perpetrator, I will pay a balance. If my reputation can be maintained in the end, I am willing to pay a total of $1000 on this matter."

This payment style made Wayne feel like he was meeting an old acquaintance again.

Mr. Weissman seemed to have accidentally touched the list of more than 5000 US dollars on the small table, and then raised his glass to Wayne:

"Mr. Wayne, how about we just settle the matter between us?"

Wayne thought about it for a moment.
The wine glass in his hand was slightly raised, "Cheers."

……

We continued chatting for a while, then declined the invitation to stay for dinner.
After Mr. Weisman left the detective agency in a carriage, he asked the coachman to go to the church in the "college" before it got dark.

Mr. Weissman looked at the hourglass in the secret compartment of the carriage. The sand on top had completely fallen to the bottom.

He had already flipped the hourglass once when he first arrived here, and the speed at which the sand fell was unexpectedly fast, indicating that not only were there other extraordinary people here, but their ranks were also higher than the 4th level represented by the hourglass itself.

Mr. Baker must have fallen into the hands of this detective agency.
This level of open organization, not directly affiliated with the church, basically confirmed that the rumor was true, this detective agency was Bishop Corleone's "private army". As for Pastor Pycelle's statement, Mr. Weissman had already thought about it in advance.
Before, Reverend Pycelle had sent someone to remind him that his hidden potions had been secretly rummaged through.
Since someone has already used such means, it would be reasonable for the same thing to happen to him.

Whether Reverend Pycelle believed that the things had been moved beforehand or not, it was a fact that "this will had been brought into this detective agency".
There was no need to explicitly say that the other party had seen the will. All he had to do was say that he "came here specifically to test it". Given Pastor Pycelle's character, he would definitely not remain indifferent to this.

As for the detective agency under Bishop Corleone, they were given this lead, hoping that they would not be so dull as to fail to discover any clues.

Let's see what kind of sparks they can create next.

Some people in the political world have begun to tacitly oppose the "Virginia Dynasty" that has produced a series of presidents. The harmonious "greatest common divisor" is gradually losing popularity. The next direction will be either "us" or "them".
The local bishop's position naturally became a key position that many people tried to seize.

Although Pastor Pacelle has been inactive in recent years, some of his previous remarks have been regarded as benchmarks and banners by many southern pastors in the Holy Spirit Church.
Although they have been unable to shake Bishop Corleone's position for many years, they have now succeeded in turning all those "qualified candidates for bishop" into supporters of the South.

At this time, Bishop Corleone's people wanted to move against Pastor Pycelle. No matter what the real reason was, it would probably be interpreted as "struggle".
So no matter who is the winner, in the end, for the sake of peace, they may have to give up some of their interests.

That's perfect.

Chaos is the ladder.

The carriage soon arrived in front of the church of the "College".
Mr. Weisman got off the carriage and saw some passers-by queuing up at a stall a little further away. He was a little curious about what they were doing.

But right now, business is more important.
He adjusted his appearance slightly in front of the carriage window, and then prepared to take his briefcase from the servant.

The spiritual intuition was suddenly touched.

Mr. Weisman turned his head warily and looked into the bushes on the side of the road. The briefcase on the other side that had just been touched by his fingers was suddenly and violently pulled away.

The servant watched the shadow of a not-so-big bird of prey swooping down from the sky at high speed.

With a light touch, the employer's belongings were instantly captured by its sharp claws.

Then, before the briefcase flew too far, the buckle seemed to be loose, and it suddenly opened in mid-air. The contents inside began to fall down in a mess as everyone looked up.

It seemed as if a small black dot jumped onto one of the file bags, and then there seemed to be a faint tearing sound, and some pieces of paper suddenly bloomed like snowflakes, and then slowly fell down.

The passers-by and students in the college are of relatively high quality.

After witnessing this strange farce of nature, everyone bent down consciously to help the unfortunate man pick up things from the ground.

One of them was a young man who had been setting up a stall here for the past two days. He suddenly came back not long ago and started handing out coupons.

After picking up a piece of paper that had fallen relatively quickly, he glanced at the contents on it and exclaimed in surprise, "This looks like a will?"

Many kindhearted people around who heard the voice couldn't help but look at the paper they had picked up.

Then someone called out the name of the owner of the will in surprise, "Reverend Pycelle?!"

(End of this chapter)