Restarting the myth.

Chapter 177: Vow to Fight Gambling and Drugs
Wayne held Philomena's ankle and applied night cream with his other hand. His fingertips slid from the calf to the knee. He rubbed the stiff limbs with the palm of his hand, and then applied some more night cream on the thigh.

Philomena kept smiling, as if she had seen every kind of situation before, but her hands tightly holding down the hem of her clothes and her stiff body still betrayed her.

It turns out he is a master of talking!
Wayne was disdainful in his heart. With such little ability, she dared to show off her charm. It was clearly a way to seek death.

He was kind-hearted and killed Philomena's sense of shame today.

"Good legs!"

Wayne exclaimed in amazement and commented on Philomena's beautiful legs, saying that her skin was delicate, smooth and elastic, her curves were slender and soft, and she was long and smooth, emitting white light under the light, like a fine work of art.

His voice was very loud, and he said everything shameful and acted like a lecher, and he swallowed hard after he finished speaking.

It doesn't look like acting at all.

After wiping one leg, Wayne rubbed it with his fingertips, lingering on the aftertaste, savoring it carefully, and tilted his head to look deep into the hem of the clothes.

He let go of the long leg, smiled at Philomena, and when the latter had a chance to catch her breath, he suddenly grabbed the other leg, lifted it high and placed the sole of the foot against his chest.

"ah!"

Philomena exclaimed, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her breathing became short.

"What's wrong, High Priest?"

Wayne's smile was playful. He didn't rush to apply night cream and waited for the other party's reply.

Wayne: Do you have the ability to continue?

Philomena: Just keep going!

If you give up halfway, all your previous efforts will be wasted. Especially Wayne's eyes, which were full of provocation, made Philomena particularly unhappy.

You are just a tool doing rough work, a functional item, a servant, a servant, and a handyman. What's so great about you!
"Be gentle, it hurts me just now."

"I see. I thought the high priest was shy."

Wayne suddenly realized what was going on. He apologized for his rough hands and feet and said, "Come to think of it. With your age and high position, you must have seen a lot of things. You are just getting started. How could you be shy?"

He continued to apply the night cream: "High Priest, you should pay attention to maintenance. Look at your leg muscles, they are as hard as stone. Don't let the pressure of work overwhelm you, otherwise you will age quickly."

What I mean is that some curves are beautiful but only superficial, the pressure of life erodes the energetic body, fatigue and weakness cause muscles to relax, and the skin loses elasticity and is full of wrinkles.

Just like those cosmetics ads, they are as exaggerated as possible.

Wayne could see that Philomena cared very much about her appearance, and any words related to aging would cause her to suffer a severe blow.

As expected, Philomena took the bait immediately: "That's a nice thing to say, you know a lot about women?"

Of course, it is not ruled out that she would change the subject and divert attention away from Wayne's magical palm.

“I know it very well.”

Wayne was full of confidence. He held his calf with his palm and kneaded the tight and stiff curve. "To be frank, the high priest can go out and ask around. Looking at the current Lundan, I claim to be the second person who understands women. No one dares to claim to be the first."

Such a scumbag?
Philomena subconsciously shrank her legs. If that was the case, she would not play anymore.

Wayne held onto Philomena's ankle tightly and raised his eyebrows at her: "I am a female fashion designer. Do you know stockings? They are the most popular women's product in London. I designed them."

Philomena was stunned for a moment and asked incredulously: "You designed it?"

She knew about stockings. She had seen the stockings from 'Heaphy Valentine' while resting in Paris two days ago. She fell in love with them immediately, but she couldn't find the source of the stockings because they were in high demand. After someone introduced her, she found out that the stockings were imported from Windsorrendam across the sea.

At that time, she thought about buying a few pairs after arriving in Lundang.

She never expected that the designer was right in front of her, touching her legs.

"..."

"I'm asking you a question, stop touching me!"

"Sorry, it feels so good, I'm a little addicted."

Wayne made no effort to hide the fact that he was a pervert, but there was no need to hide the fact. Not to mention that he had already touched her, Philomena, his first love, was not worth pretending about.

Since ancient times, sincerity has been rewarded with sincerity. If a woman has no good intentions, she will only get bad intentions in return.

"Let's continue talking about stockings. Where did you get the inspiration? Are there other products that haven't been released yet?" Philomena was particularly enthusiastic.

The inspiration came on the train and from a good pair of legs.

Because the owner of the legs was a teacher, Wayne didn't want to mention it and jumped directly into the next topic: "Indeed, there are many products that have not been released, such as women's underwear..."

He glanced at the depth of the hem and sneered, "It's a terrible style. It's neither beautiful nor practical. Your taste is just like that."

Philomena was furious, thought for a moment, pressed her bathrobe again, and said unconvincedly: "Take out your product, I want to see how beautiful and practical it is."

"Can't do it!"

Wayne shook his head. “The product is not on the market yet. If the design concept is leaked because of showing it to you, I, as a designer, will have to pay a large sum of money to the company.”

"So there is no?" Philomena asked provocatively.

"There are no new products, but there are old models."

Wayne raised his hand and took out a pair of stockings from his trouser pocket, opened the package and helped Philomena put them on.

Why do you carry stockings with you?

Philomena felt that Wayne was well prepared. She was about to say something when she realized that their posture was too ambiguous and the little pervert was almost lying on her. Her shame overwhelmed her desire to win, so she pushed the pervert away and stood up from the sofa.

She put on her stockings and turned around: "How is it? Does it look good?"

The curves are even more beautiful than before...

Can charge!

Wayne's throat was a little dry, but he had to admit that Philomena was incredibly charming, with a flawless appearance and figure. She was a top-notch model among beauties.

"I'm asking you a question, stop looking!"

Philomena's lips curled up, very satisfied with Wayne's obsessed attitude. She knew that as long as she personally carried out the plan, the other party would fall for her just by snapping her fingers.

Chris, you are no match for him, there is nothing you can do here.

"It looks very nice, but the bathrobe doesn't match it and affects the overall beauty. From a fashion designer's perspective, I suggest you take off the bathrobe immediately." Wayne said seriously. He is a professional and you won't go wrong if you trust him.

Philomena rolled her eyes and said unhappily, "Where is the women's underwear you designed? Bring it here tomorrow, or I will tell the Ministry of Magic. You are perfunctory. I don't see any kindness in your actions. I only see that you have no respect for the Moonlight Church."

Oh my god, this is power, it’s so useful!

It was Wayne's turn to roll his eyes. "In addition to underwear, I also designed many new clothing items for all seasons. I'm confident that each one will lead the fashion trend."

Then you should hand it over!

Philomena was so greedy that her saliva was almost flowing out, and she was even more dissatisfied with Wayne's behavior of keeping her in suspense.

"I can't get them all. Bringing them all here would take at least three wardrobes. It's too much trouble."

"Then I'll go to your house."

"..."

Wayne was speechless. He had overestimated this woman's love of beauty, but he never expected that he still underestimated it.

Philomena realized that she had lost her composure, and she regained her composure and said calmly, "Bring ten pieces here every day. As long as you are sincere enough, I will cooperate with your work and will not complain to the Ministry of Magic."

"One a day."

"You want to delay?"

"No, there are finished products, but the size is not suitable. The company's models are not as tall as you, with long legs, or your slender waist..." Wayne said, glancing at Philomena's chest again.

What this means is that my figure is so good that I can't find finished products in my size.

The effect of flattery when it is given by an ordinary person and when it is given by a professional is completely different. Philomena was very happy and told Wayne not to stand there stupidly but to go back to work now.

"You're not going to let me stay overnight tonight?"

“Clothes are important.”

Philomena said this against her conscience. She felt Wayne was right. Keeping distance and avoiding suspicion would arouse suspicion among the Ministry of Magic. She knew that children's bodies could not handle staying overnight every night.

"Okay, I'll bring a finished product tomorrow, but I need to measure the size." Wayne rubbed his hands and apologized for not bringing a tape measure.

It’s not a big problem. The hands of professional fashion designers are the most accurate measuring tape.

Philomena curled her lips. Everyone knew what kind of eyesight the magician had. It was something that could be seen at a glance, so why did he have to do it?

To put it bluntly, it's just taking advantage of the opportunity.

She didn't refuse, but opened her arms openly, asking Wayne to hurry up.

It's just a measurement. It's not like I haven't seen it before in Luzerne. I'll just execute the plan. Five minutes later.

Wayne stared at his hands in a daze. It was too easy. He once again faced the bonus of being a hero saving a beauty. No wonder the rich kids in novels would hire thugs to tease decent women. This trick was really effective.

Be a hero next time!

Philomena sat on the sofa with a red face, picked up the tea on the coffee table to hide her embarrassment. Her heart was beating too fast, her thoughts were slipping, and she began to have some wild thoughts.

Wayne looked at Philomena quietly, and after she took two sips, he said quietly, "I drank that cup."

Philomena coughed repeatedly, and cold air erupted from her palms, freezing the teacup and tea into ice cubes. She stared at the little pervert fiercely.

You didn't tell me earlier!

Wayne shook his head and advised, "Forget it. I will cooperate with you and pretend to be obsessed with women. You will achieve your goal and don't have to force yourself to do something you don't like."

"My target has never been the Ministry of Magic!"

When it comes to business, Philomena quickly returns to normal and grits her teeth and says, "You should have been a disciple of the Moonlight Church. I will win you back and pay for my previous negligence. I won't feel wronged."

"The route of the strategy is wrong. We can spend money, but it won't cost much."

Wayne kindly reminded him that he was actually very easy to seduce. The Moonlight Church was wealthy and powerful, and he could just throw out a few magical weapons and he would be the Moonlight Goddess's man.

It makes sense to say that Moonlight must have a place in his Silver Cross. This was decided from the beginning. It is a two-way journey, and the Moonlight Church really can't spend much.

"What I want is not a free wizard, but a devout disciple of the Moonlight." Philomena made her attitude clear. Loyalty is not absolute, but it is absolutely disloyal. She wants all of Wayne.

"Then you shouldn't continue..."

Wayne spread his hands and said, "Listen to me, stop teasing. It's not too late to stop the loss. If you continue to do this, you will be the one who will lose both your money and your life."

Philomena didn't believe it and was confident in her own charm. If it really came to that, it would be hard to say who would lose both money and life.

These girls are really crazy!
Seeing that the other party was determined to send him off, Wayne couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling, and he advised again: "Why don't you change someone? If it succeeds, you'll make a lot of money, and if it doesn't, you won't lose anything either. It's better than taking risks yourself."

"Chris?"

"Yes."

Wayne readily admitted that few people knew that he was stamped by the Moonlight Church. The fact that Philomena was able to get the information must have been leaked by her senior, so there was nothing to hide.

What a good senior sister! She secretly sold him to an old lady. What was her intention?

You’re afraid you won’t be able to finish the meat even before you get to eat it, and you’re so willing to share. Do you want to make progress?

Just wait, I’ll teach you a lesson when I get back!

Wayne was obsessed with Chris's thoughts. Philomena, who was left out, was extremely unhappy and said angrily, "Just because she is young, ten years and a few months younger than me?"

Auntie, your hair is really long!

Wayne was almost suffocated by the criticism. He nodded seriously and said, "Yes, I just like young people. From a mathematical point of view, Chris plus Chris is you. Two to one. Is this question difficult to choose?"

This is ridiculous! How can you solve problems like this?
Philomena was furious. Why didn't she think she was old when she touched her just now? She said viciously, "Don't be so sure. Sooner or later, I will make you obedient."

"It's too difficult. I still suggest letting Ke..."

"Do you dare to make a bet?"

"..."

Wayne didn't say anything. He swore to be irreconcilable with gambling and drugs, and always avoided gambling whenever possible.

Unless you're sure to win!

"If I can't win your heart and make you obedient, I promise not to pester you anymore. Otherwise..." Philomena gritted her teeth and said, "You must become the disciple of the Moonlight Goddess and obey me without complaint."

I am already a disciple of the Moonlight Goddess, all I need is to have enough food and drink!
Wayne weighed the pros and cons and felt that he had nothing to lose. He looked at Philomena with pity and said, "High Priest, I've made the bet, but I have to say this: if you lose, you are not allowed to make trouble unreasonably."

"I am very mature and I am no longer at the age of making trouble for no reason."

"That's hard to say..."

Wayne shook his head and insisted on adding additional terms to the bet. The two of them went through it and finally reached a bet.

Philomena was overjoyed and asked Wayne to come over quickly, take off her stockings and continue applying night cream.

"The High Priest..."

"Mina!"

"Okay, Mina."

Wayne looked at Philomena, who looked shy. The more he looked at her, the more awkward it felt. As he said before, the mask was too fake.

He complained: "If I'm not mistaken, you haven't been cheated by a man yet. Just a reminder, sincerity can only be exchanged for sincerity. You can't tie a man down by showing off your beauty like this. You can only get a man's irresponsible lust."

He tapped his chest, implying that one should be sincere.

Philomena was thoughtful and said she had learned something. She heard Wayne ask, "Now that you understand, do you still want me to help you take off your stockings?"

"no need."

Philomena shook her head. "According to the itinerary, you will accompany me to the museum tomorrow afternoon. In the evening... you can change it to a movie date with me. Don't be late."

Seeing that the other party really understood, Wayne secretly regretted that he should have taken off his socks first.

Now, the free benefits are gone.

Fortunately, the problem is not serious. I will go back and work overtime and bring the cheongsam over tomorrow.

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11 month 8 day.

Windsor Museum.

Ambassador Wayne, under the order of the Ministry of Magic, acts as a tour guide and takes the High Priestess of the Moonlight Church, Philomena, to visit the museum. Also accompanying them are the twin magicians, Verna and Did.

Judging from the configuration, these two are the high priest’s personal bodyguards.

It's a bit unnecessary. If something really happens, you don't know who will be asked to protect whom.

Moreover, at this critical juncture, no one dared to take action against Philomena, especially the Ministry of Magic, because going crazy would only exacerbate the conflict.

Philomena is incredibly charming and never takes off her veil in public, but even when only half of her face is exposed, she still attracts a lot of attention.

They separated the groups one by one, and within an hour they had separated seven or eight groups.

In terms of demeanor, the high priest was self-respecting and behaved in a very proper manner. He was noble, elegant and serious. He held Wayne's arm and walked with him in the exhibition hall.

Facing the indignant looks of his male compatriots, Wayne held his head high and made no explanation. He was not afraid of his own shadow, and no amount of rumors could scare him.

Philomena was still trying to figure out how to be sincere, completely unaware that this was also a trap.

According to her plan, even if it failed, the result would be the loss of both life and money. But if she listened to Wayne, she would lose her heart.

According to Wayne, even though Philomena lost everything, she was actually the final winner.

In a love that is sincere and does not ask for anything in return, the one who gives is the ultimate winner.

Because they get what they want without any reward!
Love without sincerity is terrible. It is just a transaction on the streets. Turning around means farewell. Silence leaves only memories and there is no winner.

Thinking of this, Wayne immediately lost his guilt. Life requires growth, and the high priest’s youth was not complete. There was still hope if he paid the tuition.

Philomena held Wayne's arm, not paying attention to the dazzling array of exhibits, but her eyes were always involuntarily fixed on Wayne.

It's strange, she always thought Wayne was the same age as her. Even though the intelligence was clearly written, she still felt that Wayne was the same age as her.

Because of preconceived notions, when they first met, Wayne performed perfectly in the forbidden magic field. He was capable, kind, and especially gentlemanly. He didn't look like a young boy at all.

Philomena doesn't think so. She is not old, but very young, so she feels the same age as Wayne.

That's it!

Philomena wore light makeup today. Every time she noticed Wayne looking at her out of the corner of her eye, she would smile slightly, waiting to see the guilty look on his face.

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Because of Philomena's identity, some exhibition halls of the museum were blocked off and used specifically to receive her.

For example, the current history exhibition hall.

Knights stand in silver-white armor holding swords. These armors are made of copper, iron and other metals. Each piece is handmade. After years of baptism, they still maintain a considerable degree of integrity.

A careful observation reveals that these armors are authentic, with marks from sword cuts still visible. Although the patterns on the helmets and breastplates have been blurred, the outline of the tulips can still be seen.

Wayne looked at it curiously and took two steps forward to take a closer look.

On the opposite side, the knight in armor slowly raised his head, and a pair of red lights suddenly opened.

There is murderous intent!
(End of this chapter)