Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 622 - 259: It’s okay, we will each stick to our own ways in the future_3

Chapter 622: Chapter 259: It’s okay, we will each stick to our own ways in the future_3

He said, "Buy a private library in the West District in my name. I want to use it to accommodate fourteen new lovers. I prefer a remote location, not a lively one, and it doesn’t need to be profitable."

"Why don’t you just handle such a trivial matter yourself?"

"I don’t want to waste that money."

"..."

Austin snorted coldly, unwilling to spend his money for Wayne to support lovers. He would arrange for Megan to handle it, using the young master’s pocket money.

The two chatted about many things: Wayne mentioned the whereabouts of the Naturalist Knight, suspecting the Icebound Continent to be a high-level copy; Pope Ludwig was preparing to abdicate, boldly predicting he would be ambushed by the Death Knight on the way home; Saina and the heir of the Naturalist Knight had a mentor-student relationship, and it was highly probable she would become the next Pope.

"That crazy woman is no good; she would only start wars as Pope."

Austin looked down on Saina and reminded Wayne, "Don’t consider her one of us just because she has given you some benefits. She needs your identity as the God-chosen Knight to gain more power, that’s all."

Speaking, he ventured a bold guess, "Let me guess, she targeted your weakness for the fair sex, sweetened you up, and even professed her affection for you, right?"

"You’ve actually guessed right!"

Wayne was astounded; although the process was wrong, the result was spot on — Saina had indeed showered him with benefits.

True to form, Austin; no ordinary mind there.

"So, what did you do — turn the tables on her?"

"Hmm, out of trust for an ally, I told her a few secrets, like that I’m the Death Knight and you’re the Dark Knight."

"..."

Austin leaped up, thought of something, and sat back down: "Don’t joke about that. I know you know she can’t be trusted. What are the terms of your alliance with her? She told you about the Dragon Blood Curse, definitely not that lie you’re willing to help her become Pope."

Austin believed in Wayne’s ability to deceive women, but Saina was different, with such a drastic shift in attitude, there had to be another reason.

"She indeed found out, and I even transformed into the Death Knight in front of her."

Seeing Austin’s gloomy face, Wayne’s lips curled up: "Let me also tell you a secret, but don’t tell the teacher — Saina is now under my control, completely obedient to me, even more devoted than Mona."

Austin’s body trembled with disbelief as he looked at Wayne: "What’s the reason this time, the Naturalist Knight’s identity?"

"Because of love!"

Wayne expressed with conviction, praising the greatness of love. Even a hopelessly bad woman like Saina would become a captive of love once she encountered true love.

I don’t believe that for a second!

Austin was dying to pry the truth out of Wayne’s mouth.

After a long pause, he asked one last time, "Is she really not going to betray you?"

"Never. She wouldn’t hesitate to die if asked."

"She, she..."

Years later, Saina’s likeness still loomed before him, Austin’s assessment of her as a great beauty — one couldn’t find fault in her appearance no matter how picky.

A beauty of that caliber in Wayne’s hands probably wasn’t innocent anymore.

"She’s Hefei’s teacher, you... with Hefei... be a little more discreet, don’t let her find out." Holding an ancient silver coin, Austin’s eyes were filled with a bizarre look.

Not only had Hefei picked up a student for himself, but he also found a man for his own teacher. Hmm, the terminology was a bit complicated; he needed to sort it out.

"No worries, we’ll each stick to our own titles in the future."

Wayne raised an eyebrow, chuckling, "Like us, for instance. I call you father, you call me uncle."

"..."

Austin’s eyelid twitched uncontrollably as he showed Wayne out, "Is there anything else? If not, I need to cool off."

"Just that much for now; I’ve been through a lot lately, might have missed something."

Just as Austin breathed a sigh of relief, Wayne slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "One more thing, very important. That night with Veronica, I couldn’t control myself, and we crossed that line."

Crack!

Austin clutched his chest as if having a heart attack, breathing with difficulty, trembling hands, fumbled, and dropped the ancient silver coin on the couch.

He hastily picked it up, denying Wayne any chance to touch it, eyes red with fury, stared dead at the trash bin, teeth clenched, "I regret, I should never have driven you out of Lundan, the biggest mistake of my life. Should’ve stuffed you in a cement barrel and dumped you in the river!"

Old father was beside himself with rage; he knew the day would come but still couldn’t accept the distressing news.

"The marriage arrangement..."

"Don’t you dare!"

Austin’s eyes blazed red as he ordered the trash can to get lost at once, swearing that even at the risk of being killed by Hefei, he would never hand over Veronica’s hand to Wayne at the wedding ceremony.

Get lost, just looking at you annoys me.

"Austin, you will regret this!"

"In this house, I call the shots!"

As usual, the conversation ended on a sour note.

Megan walked into the study and said, "Sir, you should arrange the engagement immediately. The young master has many girls he fancies outside. With each passing day... Miss will..."

"Will what? Wait for him to get betrothed, get married, and then go find a mistress outside?"

Austin snorted in disdain. He knew extremely well that an engagement wouldn’t restrain Wayne and would only make Veronica fall deeper. While it was still possible, he told Veronica the truth, trusting she would know how to choose.

Should, might, maybe she would know... right?

Austin’s face turned as black as the Dark Knight, anguished that Veronica was as easy to deceive as Hefei and hated himself for losing bets in a row, giving Wayne the upper hand with the promissory note, becoming an unwilling accomplice in pushing Veronica into the fire pit.

"Megan, what do you think are the chances of the Dark Knight ambushing the Naturalist Knight tonight?" Austin’s eyes gleamed with excitement, imagining a Knightly fire, Wayne dying a violent death—it sounded so pleasant to his ears.

"Sir, don’t talk nonsense. The Dark and Natural Knights are on the same side. You are no match for the Death, Dark, and Natural Knights," Megan stated clearly, urging Austin to set the engagement quickly to spare the lady from future loss.

"Am I not capable of dealing with him?"

"Sir, he’s your chosen successor."

"..."

Austin clutched his chest, his heart aching again.

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Wayne Manor.

Wayne moved bags from the car, saw Chris waiting at the door, lifted her with both arms, and spun around twice before setting her down.

"Chris, how did you know I was back?"

"I asked the butler, he told me." Chris smiled from the corner of her eyes.

Wayne nodded to himself, looking towards Philark, who was tidying the luggage, the latter placing his hand over his chest and bowing slightly.

Philark: Miss Willy also asked. I told her you wouldn’t be back until the day after tomorrow.

Wayne: Well done!

Philark: Lady Philomena called to inquire, and I told her you would be returning in five days.

Wayne: That’s professional!

Philark: And Secretary Mona, she’s been at the Detective Agency these days. She’s very competent, diligently managing your assets. Sir, you should go see her.

Wayne: I’ll follow your suggestion.

Wayne was filled with appreciation, knowing he couldn’t manage his time without Philark. The butler was exceptional; without him, Wayne didn’t know how he would cope.

As he thought, Chris kissed him on the face.

Wayne bowed his head, rubbing his cheek against Chris’s, inhaling the fragrance of longing, his heart warmed: "The journey was exhausting, I’m covered in dust. Let me take a bath and change my clothes. I encountered a lot this trip, prepare to stay up late, I’ll share with you slowly tonight."

Chris nodded, took the briefcase from Wayne’s hand, and followed him into the bedroom like a wife, even having prepared the bathwater in advance.

Having not seen him for over three months, Chris longed day and night, wrapped in a bath towel, lying in the arms of her beloved.

Wayne was about to speak when Chris’s kiss sealed his lips. She didn’t care how thrilling and dangerous the trip was; knowing he was back, by her side, that was enough.

After a moment of tender kisses, Wayne spoke up: "Veronica relinquished her right and didn’t become the Holy Maiden. She still wants to hang out with you and Willy."

"Just me and Willy?"

Chris blinked and said softly, "You and your sister, can’t you be more rational, knowing it’s wrong, yet unwilling to give up."

"We are not really siblings..."

In the future, they would be!

She had to stay pure for the selection before; there were no more excuses now, right!

Chris gritted her teeth, grabbed the blanket and covered herself and Wayne...

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