Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 679 - 277 Heavenly Father is an Ancient God_2

Now that the regret is made up for, Verily must be over the moon with happiness.

Hey, wait a minute!

Veronica realized something was wrong and her eyes sharpened in an instant. She raised her hand to grasp Wayne’s collar, and her other fist slowly lifted.

"Veronica, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be happy for Verily?"

"No, I feel sad for myself."

Veronica’s face was expressionless, her eyes aflame with rage: "Let me guess, it must have been you who helped Verily find her parents, right?"

"As a matter of fact, that’s the case."

"And then Verily was so grateful to you that, finding nothing else to repay you with, she gave herself to you, didn’t she?"

"Uh..."

Wayne blinked, Dragon Blood always being particularly smart at times like these.

He decisively changed the subject: "You’re worthy of being an assistant of the Detective Agency. Having read so many diaries, Veronica, you’ve grown up, you’re now a qualified detective."

"Then she and you..."

Veronica flew into a rage, she didn’t want to say the rest, and Wayne didn’t need to answer. With such a good opportunity, they surely did.

She kindly lent her fiancé to her good sister to complete her mission, and what was the result? The good sister couldn’t handle it and came back full circle.

That’s just infuriating!

She wanted to rush to Verily’s home right now and beat the life out of her.

No, in a few days, after Verily had the chance to enjoy a happy family life, free of any regrets in her human experience, then she would beat her to death!

Boom!

A punch cut through the air, and the wind from it messed up Wayne’s hair. He was surprised not to be sent flying and looked with a puzzled expression at the enraged Dragon Blood Girl.

Wrong, she’s not a girl anymore.

"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking. If you flew out, you would definitely take the chance to go home, then find the senior or Verily." Veronica ground her teeth in hatred.

At the crossroads, a new route appeared, featuring the golden-haired loser dog Verily and her white moonlight snuggled up together, leaving.

No, that’s wrong. The loser can’t snuggle with her white moonlight; they should go their separate ways.

"Don’t let your thoughts wander, there’s nothing between Verily and me, she’s still a pure girl, if you don’t believe me..."

Wayne shamelessly leaned in, whispering, "You can check me, I guarantee I haven’t messed around outside."

The warehouse was packed full, no unexpected fires broke out, ready for inspection at any time.

After saying that...

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Looking insufferably smug, Veronica didn’t even think before punching him, angrily saying, "The one whose thoughts are wandering is you. Tonight, you’re sleeping on the living room sofa and not disturbing my rest."

"In that case, it’s the senior who’ll be doing the checking." Wayne spoke faintly, viewing the situation as a priceless business opportunity to be seized decisively.

Shameless, how can you say such a thing!

Veronica was livid, punching Wayne and sending him flying out the window. He then spent five minutes in the grove enjoying the spectacle of the Naturalism Church High Priest beating up the Dark Knight, before scurrying back to the young lady’s villa.

Obediently sleeping in the first-floor living room.

An hour later, a dark figure snuck into the bedroom and dragged the washed and cleaned-up young lady to the living room. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

"What are you doing, bastard, who allowed you to do this!"

"You said it, tonight I can only sleep in the living room."

"..."

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The next day, Wayne woke up in the bedroom, got cleaned up in the bathroom, put on his watch, and was about to leave.

Bang!

Veronica slammed the door shut, wearing a white nightgown with her arms folded across her chest, leaning against the door, and snorted, "You’re not going anywhere, from now on you can only live here."

"I can’t, I still have really important things to deal with."

"Verily or the senior?"

"The Princess."

"..."

Veronica was taken aback by this answer, which was unexpected yet made sense, appearing nonsensical at first glance but, upon closer reflection, fitting the logic of a scoundrel seizing the moment to advance.

Veronica’s forehead veins bulged, her fists tight, shakingly saying, "There’s a limit to my patience. If you want to die, just say it, no need to beat around the bush."

"What on earth do you think about all day?"

Wayne hugged her, kissing her face: "The Princess knows too much, I can’t let her go, but because of her status and the favor she did in signaling us, I can’t kill her either, I have to find a way to keep her quiet."

"So, that’s your reason for dating her?"

"..."

Damn, why didn’t I think of that!

Wayne was astounded. He had to admit, the Dragon Blood truly had an unusual way of thinking, especially when jealous, she was nothing short of a genius.

"Heh, I knew it!"

"At first, I had no such intention, I just wanted to lock her up and train her for a while, but after what you said, falling in love does seem like a better approach." Wayne agreed.

With so many issues at hand, Veronica didn’t even know where to begin, grabbing Wayne’s collar and demanding he clarify.

"The specifics cannot be said outright due to their connection to the Dragon Blood Curse. You are still young, no need to make a choice yet, but the teacher is at her limit. She could face the curse at any moment. Austin and I have discussed it, and we will make some changes to the Princess. If we succeed, the teacher will be safe."

Wayne explained, "Austin suggests we act fast, but I don’t agree. Her phone call saved you and the teacher, only when I can ensure her safety will I take action."

Having lost her anger, Veronica complained, "It’s always like this, always bringing up your contribution to the family when I’m angry. Are you doing this on purpose?"

Indeed, that’s the CPU!

"How could that be? There are some secrets I’m not keen to share because I don’t want your heart to turn black, it’s to protect you."

"So, you’re saying I’m making a scene for no reason?"

"No, it’s my fault for causing misunderstandings by not speaking up; you’re just concerned about me."