Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 407 - 189: Heir Ceremony, Spy Identity Exposed_2

The High Priest is truly wonderful!

The car stopped at Wayne Manor, and Philark, with a serious face, invited Wayne into the dining room, said nothing, pushed in the cart, and served up meticulously prepared tonics.

Wayne looked embarrassed, feeling Philark was overthinking it, his body was strong, and even a few more seductive fairies wouldn’t be too much, let alone needing fancy tonics.

Looking down on who!

Nevertheless, out of consideration for the sincere intentions Philark had, Wayne pretended to enjoy the tonics.

He flaunted by polishing off three large bowls!

Wayne quietly pushed open the bedroom door of Chris, but found it empty. His eyes lit up as he headed to his own bedroom.

Still as empty as ever.

He spread out his senses and found Chris in the study, holding class notes, waiting for the tardy student.

What a good senior sister!

Wayne walked in, locked the study door behind him, and gave Chris a deep kiss.

"Stop kissing, let’s start the lesson, and make up for the past two days’ lessons."

Chris put on an authoritative air, teaching while being held in a student’s lap, and the class was so mesmerizing that she was dazed and had no idea what she had taught.

Barely making it to the end of the lesson, Wayne wanted to be naughty again, but Chris held down his hand.

"What’s wrong, something on your mind?"

Wayne was puzzled, wondering why young people don’t just enjoy a romance instead of thinking about serious matters all day long!

"The High Priest wants to take me as a student and says it was your idea." Chris pouted, not looking very pleased.

"Is that what she said?"

Understanding Philomena’s intentions in an instant, Wayne, with a sly smile, brushed over his platinum hair: "That’s right, it’s my idea. You are a disciple of the Moonlight Goddess. Only the Church truly protects you. Being her student isn’t bad at all."

"But..."

Chris, biting her lip, said: "She looks at you in a strange way, it’s clear... I know what she wants to do to you. You came back so late; she must have tangled you up."

She was there, knowing Philomena had resorted to using her charms to tie Wayne to the Moonlight Church’s wagon, willing to pay any price.

Chris had lots of speculations; she imagined Wayne getting his hand touched by Philomena and having a candlelit dinner with his arm around her at a hotel.

That was it.

It’s not that Chris looked down on the High Priest; she genuinely did because she was too innocent, probably never even wore a mini-skirt.

"Chris, you sound so sour!"

Wayne knew instantly what had happened and, with a straight face, said: "I’m well aware of the High Priest’s thoughts, don’t worry, I won’t let her have the upper hand, and as for her plans..."

Wayne kissed Chris: "They’ve already been successful because of you, I will definitely stand with the Moonlight Church."

"But what about her..."

"Let her be, she’ll give up once she sees her goals reached. Besides, think about it, she’s so old now, never had a romance before, and it’s unlikely she will in the future. Such people, they only have magic and faith in their heads, they don’t play with true feelings."

Indeed!

Chris nodded, sharing the same view.

"Be a good student of hers, don’t tease her using me, women are most jealous. She might not fall in love, but out of competition, she might do something unthinkable."

Wayne instructed: "I still have tasks for the Magic Department; I can’t refuse her requests. If you provoke her, I’ll be the one unlucky and you’ll be the one losing out."

First, Chris nodded, then shook her head: "That’s other women, I won’t be jealous."

"Really? Let me taste if you’re still sour."

Wayne took a taste, and after a moment, he said to a blushing Chris: "Sour as ever, clearly holding back a whole afternoon’s resentment."

When Chris was called out, she snorted coldly, looking away indifferently.

"Come on, class is over, let’s go to my bedroom, I have something great to show you."

"Another mini-skirt?"

"We’re not wearing skirts tonight."

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November 21st.

These days, Wayne had been walking a tightrope, exhausting both mind and body, even his body fat percentage had decreased.

Hefei was very satisfied with the student’s diligence, and told Veronica to learn from Wayne’s spirit of enduring hardship without giving in.

One dared to say, the other dared to believe, leaving Wayne speechlessly contemplative.

He had reason to suspect that Veronica was a silly girl picked up from somewhere, not showing a hint of Austin in her at all. In fact, he was the true son of Austin, who regained his status as heir through marriage.

Today, Austin, dressed formally, had Megan do a top-to-bottom grooming of Wayne.

One looking prim and proper, the other looking piously self-righteous, they walked side by side into the Magical Department Headquarters.

The Forestry Resources Planning Bureau had many office buildings; leaving aside a certain deputy director’s office that had been sealed, there was one for each of the higher-ups, including one for Austin himself.

"The award ceremony is held annually, with political reasons for the external presentation, your situation is complex, and you can’t be knighted at Buckingham Palace, so the place can only be at the Magic Department." Austin explained.

Wayne had no social identity, just an ID card, not qualifying for external publicity; his commendation arose because of his contribution to the Magic Department.

Wayne was indifferent, the so-called medals were actually the Queen’s own achievements; the Royal Family had never rewarded anyone. The annual award ceremony was essentially a self-congratulatory event.

Queen: Under my wise leadership, he has achieved astonishing success.

This was the case throughout history, the same everywhere.

"The Queen’s office building has a special hall for knighting mages, but first, you need to officially become the Lando Family heir." Austin seemed a bit displeased.