Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 360 - 173 Your Hairstyle is Very Dangerous_3

Wayne: (=_=)

"Lady Collins, this wasn’t on my schedule. Are you adding scenes on your own?"

Wayne smiled at Yvette, and without having to speak, he received an encouraging look that meant she was telling him to go ahead boldly for the sake of the nation and not to be shy.

Wayne: "Lady, look carefully, she’s about to devour someone!"

Yvette: "Young man, don’t say such terrible things to your elders."

Philomena watched the exchange of glances between them with a smile, but her anger grew. Damn Windsor, did she really think Philomena was such a shameless woman!

Her gaze shifted to Wayne.

The goodwill of the Magic Department, huh?

Heh, she gladly accepted it.

Philomena, feigning a drunken state of being overwhelmed by alcohol, left the white office building with the gentlemanly support of Wayne. During their departure, she misstepped several times, stepping directly on Wayne’s feet.

"Sorry, I’ve drunk a bit too much, Mister Wayne. Are you alright?"

"It’s what I deserve."

"Sorry, stepped on you again."

"..."

Watching the two leave, Yvette shook her head. She couldn’t quite understand; it didn’t feel like love.

After pondering for a moment, Yvette roughly understood and conjured up a narrative in her mind about pulling up the pants and playing disappearing act, followed by being caught.

"Young people these days, such complicated relationships. Can’t they just properly practice magic?"

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A black luxury car stopped at an estate in the West District of Lundan.

This place was property of the Moonlight Church and would serve as Philomena’s private residence for the foreseeable future.

Philomena stepped out of the car with her eyes fixed on Wayne. Dorin approached, curious as to why Philomena had brought someone from the Magic Department back with her.

"I don’t want to talk about official matters tonight. We’ll discuss them at the Church’s stronghold tomorrow."

Philomena continued to stare at Wayne, "I would appreciate it if Mister Wayne could keep me company a little longer. I’m very curious to see how the Magic Department intends to shirk its responsibility."

"It’s all a misunderstanding; my presence alone can prove everything."

"Let’s talk inside."

It wasn’t a situation of a man alone with a woman; the estate was large, and two stern-looking female mages had also moved in.

The two women, both striking but identical in appearance, naturally scored extra points on account of their resemblance.

Wayne sat upright in the living room, drinking tea, behaving with perfect decorum and without a smile.

The two female mages stood by his side until, an hour later, Philomena appeared in the living room wearing a bathrobe.

Her long legs were faintly visible, and her long hair was tied back into a ponytail, casually resting on one shoulder.

Wayne’s eyelid twitched, "Auntie, your hairstyle is very dangerous!"

"Vernar, Deit, this doesn’t concern you anymore, I would like to speak with Mister Wayne alone," Philomena said.

Following the High Priest’s order, the twin female mages left the living room and set up two enchantments: one for soundproofing and the other as a barrier.

Wayne’s eyelid twitched again. He could understand soundproofing, but closing the door was really unnecessary. He stood up and took the initiative to say, "High Priest, it’s getting late, and staying up can be a woman’s greatest beauty adversary. I won’t disturb your rest further."

"Mister Wayne, the Magic Department didn’t send you here to drink tea. Don’t you want to clear up the misunderstanding?"

Philomena snorted, "Seeing you appear at the airport worried me. I feared I’d been tricked by the Magic Department again!"

Wayne tried to explain, "Is it possible that the Magic Department didn’t deceive you and that there really is a traitor? Otherwise, I wouldn’t attack one of my own. It doesn’t make logical sense..."

The explanation had a mediocre effect, and Philomena pointed out a flaw directly, "That’s a grudge within the Magic Department. You are one of them, and you could not have possibly failed to recognize a Dragon Blood Modification."

"I only joined the Magic Department a couple of days ago," Wayne said with considerable grievance.

"A Golden Mage just joined the Magic Department?" Philomena scoffed, "Since when did Windsor’s Magic Department become so extravagant that even a Golden Mage has to queue?"

"I’m not a Golden Mage..."

Wayne mumbled under his breath, concisely relaying the truth, "The Magic Department has a traitor. The Royal Family is very eager to cooperate with the Moonlight Church. My presence in Luzelburg was an accident. They arranged for me to be the Brand Ambassador because I’m too kind-hearted, meddling in others’ affairs to save you. Letting you order me around is my punishment."

"Being punished for being the good guy?" Philomena’s brows furrowed, as she pondered. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Exactly," Wayne added while giving a thumbs-up, "Actually, I’m also a victim. If you really sought revenge against me, not only would you have fallen for the Magic Department’s trick, but the world would also lose one passionate and virtuous good guy."

"A virtuous Mister Jack?"

"..."

Philomena scoffed, believing Wayne was trying to deceive her a second time. Did she look easy to deceive?

"Do as you please, but just to be clear, I won’t be giving you the sword back." Wayne lay on the sofa, thinking he’d be a fool to play the good guy again in the future.

Philomena let out two cold laughs and sat down next to Wayne, seductively saying, "It’s clear you have a lot of resentment towards the Magic Department. They don’t deserve your kindness. Have you considered joining the Moonlight Church instead?"

"..."

Wayne looked bewildered. What kind of turn was this? Had it all come full circle?

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