Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 404 - 188 How are you so skilled?_2

It was meant to be?

No way!

Wayne sensed trouble, while Chriss, oblivious to that heavy topic, straightened herself up and sat properly with Wayne.

"Wayne, there’s something I’ve thought about for a long time and have decided to clear up with you."

After tonight’s close encounter, Chriss felt she had the right to be frank, "You are the heir to the Lando Family, aren’t you?"

"You know already..."

Wayne was briefly stunned, then everything clicked into place.

All this time, Chriss had liked him; because of this and that reason, she kept it suppressed in her heart, pretending not to know. After learning about the heir’s identity, the pressure intensified, which was why she had taken the initiative that night.

The logic was meticulous and the reasoning coherent.

Looking at it this way, Philomena was indeed wronged; the poor High Priest had been played from start to finish, used without actually doing anything.

"Yes, I know all about it."

Chriss nodded, holding Wayne’s hands in hers, and said earnestly, "You and Veronica shouldn’t be together; it’s wrong, and in the future... you can come to me."

Wayne was confused, although he had no idea what Chriss had concocted, but as far as the result was concerned, there was nothing bad about it other than losing a fortune.

"Since you say so, I’ll agree for now."

Wayne blinked, confused but leaning forward to whisper a few words into Chriss’ ear.

Chriss shook her head with a blush, the knowledge she had just learned was too profound; she didn’t want to review it at the moment. Then she thought, now that they had cleared the air and made a promise, why not start one-on-one tutoring?

Roles reversed, with Chriss learning and Wayne instructing. freewebnøvel.com

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The next day, Wayne walked out of the bedroom feeling refreshed.

Opening Mona’s bedroom door, he didn’t see anyone in the bed but heard noises from the bathroom.

Mona, hearing the door open, peeked out, saw Wayne, and walked out of the bathroom, swapping her bathrobe for a towel.

Wayne, having relieved his stress, faced the pressure without feeling pressured; he put on an angelic front and advised Mona to be more reserved, as the boss and secretary were in a very pure hierarchical relationship, not a top-down one, and she shouldn’t dress like that next time.

Under Wayne’s earnest gaze, Mona slowly changed into her formal attire and received her roleplay assignment.

She looked distressed, with reddened eyes.

"Alright, alright, you win."

Wayne used telepathic transmission; although it was his house, he wasn’t the master and couldn’t settle tasks here.

They would settle the rewards double in some time.

Wayne didn’t specify the day; whenever asked, his response was that day, after which he had Mona leave through the sewer.

Recently, he had been too busy to attend to the Detective Agency, leaving Mona to manage it and promoting her from a regular employee to office secretary.

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At breakfast time, Wayne didn’t see Veronica; both Austin and Hefei had left the house early.

Wayne asked the butler to send a breakfast to his villa and wandered alone in the big house, attempting to find the lost treasure in the corners.

He found only an idle black cat strutting around arrogantly, as if patrolling its territory.

Monica!

"Hehehe."

Wayne crouched down and beckoned, calling the black cat with a "smooch, smooch, smooch," to little effect. The cat’s fur bristled, then it turned and ran.

Its recent ambush had caused serious psychological trauma; the memory was fresh, and it refused to give Wayne the chance to pet it again.

Wayne scoffed, hailed a black sedan, and took Chriss back to Wayne Manor.

On the way, he took Chriss’ hand and kissed her on the face unawares.

Caught off guard, Chriss pushed Wayne away and sat upright.

There was a driver in the car; don’t mess around!

Wayne was nonchalant, certain the driver was Austin’s man; he hoped the message got back accurately. If Austin said nothing, Wayne would take it as his implicit approval.

In the future, if Veronica inquired, he would simply say it was at Austin’s request. Divine Blood is precious and must be kept close.

During afternoon tea, Wayne tutored Chriss in the study.

Young lovers are like that, their relationship quickly heating up, seizing every chance to embrace, never wasting a moment.

Then the phone rang. Philark answered three times, declining twice, and only on the last call remembered the master was at home.

The first two calls were from the Moonlight Church, the High Priest looking for a guide, with Philark denying knowledge on everything. The last call came from the Magic Department.

The High Priest couldn’t find Wayne, asking the Magic Department to send him over.

The Magic Department’s words carried weight; with Wayne designated as a diplomat by the department head, he took Chriss to the Moonlight Church base.

The library was the same as always, but the interior of the church was dilapidated, the enchanting vision of the full moon vanished, leaving a scene reminiscent of post-war ruins.

After the battle, the Moonlight Church had suffered heavy losses in Lundan; almost everyone had been killed by the collusion between Dorin and Aub.

Philomena was troubled, having to admit that, as a parachuted leader, while it was harder for the strong dragon to suppress the local snake, the near-complete annihilation of the local people facilitated centralization, which was good for her.

With trusted people drawn from headquarters, the framework could be quickly supported.

Moreover, the attack by Vice-Minister Aub on the Moonlight Church meant the Magic Department couldn’t evade responsibility. ’Traitor’ was too mild a term. If the Moonlight Church cried out louder, they could demand a lot of benefits, a blessing in disguise.

At the same time, it was also bad news.

There were traitors not only in the Magic Department but also in the Moonlight Church. Dorin had conspired with outsiders to murder Church members, an indelible stain.

The Magic Department had enough reason to claim victimhood; they also suffered heavy losses, with the headquarters nearly annihilated by the sealing. As victims, why complicate matters? Both sides could take a step back, let bygones be bygones, with no one pursuing the other’s responsibility.