New Gods of North America.

Chapter 487 Each other
"Tyrell, it has been nearly twenty years since you last visited my home?"

In the small banquet hall of the manor, two old men were chatting after the banquet.

Compared to the main banquet hall and the large dining room in the manor, the decoration here seemed much more shabby and plain, and the dining table could only accommodate ten people at most.
But for those in the know, being able to dine here means that they have truly entered the core social circle of the Beaton family.

At this time, all the irrelevant guests had tactfully excused themselves and went to smoke cigars or visit the greenhouses, or to play billiards in the recreation room, accompanied by the family members of the manor owner.

The food on the table was replaced with a variety of exquisite desserts and fresh fruits from all over the world that seemed ordinary but required more money to obtain in time.

Reverend Tyrell picked up a fig as big as a goose egg. He didn't rush to answer after hearing this. He pinched it in half and took a bite. He seemed to be chewing and recalling:
"About the same, maybe a little longer. Anyway, I haven't been here since your son lost his bid for state senator. Figs are good. You should try some too. At our age, they are very good for preventing constipation."

The real owner of the manor, Basque Beaton, didn't mind such a straightforward and somewhat rude statement, "Yes, it is indeed necessary to stay healthy."

He put down his glass and picked up a fig. "Corleone is obviously not as good as you in this regard. When he comes back from New York City this time, we will not attend his farewell ceremony, right?"

"Not sure. But God bless me, I hope not so soon."

Reverend Tyrell put two figs into his mouth one after another and changed the subject. "Speaking of which, why didn't I see Victor tonight? Is he still busy capturing wild Beyonders?"

"Yes. Ever since Pastor was ousted by you southerners, I have had no choice but to work hard with the military. It's rare that Corleone is willing to give Vidocq this opportunity. If I don't work harder, this manor will probably become someone else's property sooner or later after I die."

Elderly people don't need to be too polite when communicating with each other. Reverend Tyrell couldn't help but smile. "Then they have to be able to pay the property tax. You have been messing with this place for so long. If the Norton family buys it, I think the first thing Walter will do before moving in is to dismantle your greenhouse."

Basco Beaton smiled reservedly. "There aren't many people in his family in Virginia this generation. Since you're sitting here now, I think it's hard for him to have this opportunity."

Reverend Tyrell waved his hand. "You know the rules. Political affairs have nothing to do with the church. No matter who is elected to Congress or the state legislature, they still have to go to church to attend worship."

"Of course," Basque Beaton nodded knowingly and continued, "But the church obviously has the obligation to bring lost believers back on track. The people under Walter are too mixed, and the Federation obviously doesn't want to see so many people in the postal route who are always difficult to replace. Victor is still young, and just working with the rough intelligence guys in the military is enough to give him a headache."

Reverend Tyrell thought for a moment and said, "It seems that the state legislature will soon be re-elected. Who do you think will win this time?"

Basque Biton did not choose to prevaricate:

"To be honest, it's a bit of a headache. Those who are doing well now are all from the South. Even if we can win some seats, no one has enough prestige to unite them. Except for the apple-producing Winchester area in the west, it's meaningless even if we win all the constituencies. There are too many voices in the mountains, and they can never reach the plains."

Reverend Tyrell, who always looked like a good guy, smiled wickedly. "Corleone's headache is probably similar to yours."

Basco Beaton laughed twice in agreement, and then his expression became a little more serious. "Why?"

Reverend Tyrell knew that the other party did not want to ask about the internal affairs of the church, so he was frank with him:

"Walter has been hiding something from me recently on a crucial matter. You know the state of Corleone right now, and you northerners aren't the only ones fighting over the armchairs in the big house."

"Indeed," Basque Beaton nodded, "betrayers are often more hateful than enemies. Even within the party, there needs to be someone holding a whip to keep an eye on them at all times."

He was about to continue talking when the old butler of the manor politely knocked on the door twice, then walked in and whispered something in his ear.
Seeing Reverend Tyrell's inquiring look, Basque Beaton shook his head at the old butler and explained, "It's a private detective recommended by Tom Hagen. He said he had something to visit. He came here once before, for the same reason as you, and he was also targeting Walter Norton."

"Wayne Constantine?" asked Reverend Tyrell.

Basque Beaton didn't expect Reverend Tyrell to name the person directly. He raised his hand to signal the old butler not to rush back and refuse. "Your people?" Reverend Tyrell waved his hand and asked in return, "Didn't Vidocq tell you the details of the meeting convened by Corleone?"

"Out of prudence for this opportunity, I asked him not to reveal the specific content to anyone, so as to avoid causing Corleone's disgust at a critical moment."

Basco Beaton's reaction was obviously no less than that of the young man, "He's Corleone's man?"

Reverend Tyrell was reluctant to see these outsiders tied together at this time, so he only said half of his words:
"I'm not sure. But the participants in that meeting, apart from the people from the church, were only two young men, him and Victor."

Basque Beaton didn't know what he was thinking of. He turned his head and said to the old butler, "Tell him to wait for me in the study."

……

After Wayne was led to the study, he almost finished two cups of coffee before he finally saw Mr. Basque.
The main reason is that this stuff can act as a diuretic when drunk too much, so Wayne didn't drink too much. If Lina came over, this time would probably be enough for her to find the safe and look through it.

The trick of "letting a good man check another good man" really works. If Wayne were to guess at some things, he probably wouldn't be able to guess the correct answer in three days and three nights.

But after listening to the general situation, Mr. Basque quickly got a direction:

"I can temporarily keep the person you brought here as a guest in the manor, and talk to him and his old friends to understand the inside story. I will tell you the result when it is handled. According to my speculation, he should have a relatively positive identity and it is not appropriate for him to go too far, but I guarantee that he and his instigators will receive the lesson they deserve."

Wayne had originally just hoped that someone could help control these people who were doing bad things in secret, so he was quite satisfied after hearing this. "Thank you very much, Mr. Beaton."

Some trust is based on the judgment of the positions of both parties. If the person is handed over to the cathedral, Tom Hagen will definitely be more trustworthy in this matter.

Unfortunately, the church does not seem to actively interfere in political affairs. So, as a second best option, we might as well send the man caught tonight to the "rival" side and see if he will become the bullet that hits someone in the end.

The detective agency is simply seeking help from local respected people, and there is no bad intention.

Just as he was about to pat his butt and say goodbye, he didn't expect that Mr. Basque had no intention of ending the conversation. Instead, he asked the servant to change Wayne's tea:

"By the way, Wayne, I heard you run a detective agency, how's business going lately?"

"Thanks to the Federation, it's not bad."

"How many people are there in your detective agency now? What kind of commissions do you mainly accept?"

"There are less than 30 people at the moment. As for the content of the commission, basically as long as it is within the scope of private detective business, we will accept it."

"What are the business scopes of private detectives?"

Mr. Basque seems to be really confused, but he is right. Private detective is considered a blue ocean industry these days. People probably know that there is such a profession, but in fact, not many people really know about it. After all, not everyone has the opportunity to solve a murder case or investigate an affair.
Wayne, considering that the other party might be a big customer, patiently continued to introduce:

"Regular commissions, such as investigating clues, finding lost items, and assisting in solving cases. As for our detective agency, we are currently more inclined to accept security or cross-regional bounty commissions..."

(End of this chapter)