Restarting the myth.

Chapter 179 Life is not only about poetry and distant places, but also about the present
Wayne spoke quickly and ended the call with Auston quickly. He believed in the minds of social scumbags and if he sorted out the process, the latter would be able to figure out the cause and effect.

Then it’s about fighting for benefits.

All but the Queen's Minister have a good tomorrow.

"There are so many traitors. Is this country really okay?"

Wayne muttered to himself that through the two ambushes on the Moonlight Church, he saw through the true nature of the Ministry of Magic: there was no loyalty among the free wizards, there were many internal conflicts, and everyone was fighting for their own interests.

Personal interests outweigh national interests, and if the price is right, they can put the queen on the shelf.

Seeing through Windsor's national situation, Wayne sighed. He realized that he could not change anything on his own, so he decisively joined in, taking the dross and retaining the essence, and getting out of the mud and getting completely stained.

Start from the social garbage, step by step, work hard to become the garbage of the Ministry of Magic, and strive to become Auston as soon as possible.

He wants to progress so much!

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Six o'clock in the evening.

High-end restaurant, candlelight dinner, French cuisine.

French cuisine is known as the most elegant cuisine in the God-chosen Continent. It has a strong cultural flavor and a romantic style. It has an unshakable position in the Windsor food world.

Because of his eating habits and personal taste, Wayne's gentlemanliness is only superficial. He is a rough man at heart. He has not tasted romance, but only sees expensive and complicated table etiquette.

Philomena is just the opposite. She savors the romance, and the man opposite her becomes more and more charming the more she savors it.

Young girls care about a man's maturity and stability, and require their partners to be responsible. Philomena is not a young girl, and subconsciously prefers men who are 60% cooked and 40% childish.

She can't be too old. Being too mature will make her boring and passionless. A dull life will only make her look older.

You can't be too naive or childish like a baby. Noisy and noisy will only make her irritated.

Wayne is just right, mature and reliable, yet childish and ridiculous, and he always causes a ripple in her heart inadvertently.

That is the vitality of youth.

It's embarrassing to say, but Philomena felt that Wayne's most dazzling moment was on that sofa, when he forced her to apply night cream and pressed her under him to change her stockings.

She had to admit that her heart really beat faster at that moment.

These words cannot be spoken openly, as they would sound like a pervert and undermine the dignity of the high priest.

"High Priest, the Ministry of Magic is already preparing compensation. We will give you an explanation by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. My 30%..."

“Don’t talk about work while eating.”

Philomena glanced at the roses in the glass vase. In this kind of occasion, one should praise her appearance and temperament; talking about money would ruin the atmosphere.

Wayne followed his line of sight and saw a glass bottle filled with roses. He looked solemn, thinking about the deeper meaning behind it.

What do you mean, let him die for his country tonight?

Auntie, are you being a little too hasty?

Wayne suspected that he was overthinking, and the other party probably didn't mean that. He clenched his fist and coughed lightly: "Mina, I haven't seen you for two hours, and you have become younger and more beautiful again."

"Too perfunctory, pay more attention."

"The necklace is so white!"

"This one is blue..."

Philomena lowered her head. She had gone home specially to change into an evening gown for the candlelight dinner. The neckline was neither too high nor too low, showing her solid financial strength and was indeed quite white.

She spat softly, picking up the red wine to hide her slightly red cheeks.

The movie that night was again privately screened, an old romance film in which Wayne was told from the perspective of later generations, and the twists and turns of the plot were nothing new.

The only thing worth mentioning is that the hero and heroine came together, without any icebergs or shipwrecks.

Philomena was delighted to see this, she had a small notebook in which she recorded the things she wanted to do but didn't do before she was thirty. She had crossed out several of them in the past two days and felt that her life was much more complete.

Back at the manor, Wayne was able to enter the high priest's bedroom and drink black tea.

Listening to music and drinking tea, the dressing table in front of her was filled with bottles and jars.

He picked them up one by one and looked at them, shaking his head as he read. Philomena came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe and said, "You understand women so well, is there something wrong with my cosmetics?"

"There's nothing wrong with the cosmetics, the problem is you."

Wayne sorted the cosmetics into categories, pointing to the skin care and moisturizing beauty products and said, "These are enough. You are a golden wizard, your life essence is strong, and the wind element is enough to keep you young forever. Throw away the other cosmetics."

"very expensive."

Philomena said reluctantly, it had just been opened and hadn't been used many times, it would be a shame to throw it away.

"You sound like you're short of money."

Wayne really wanted to throw these cosmetics into the trash can, so he picked up a bottle and pretended to throw it in. Seeing that Philomena didn't stop him, he threw one and picked up another.

After a few times, he swept the table clean with a wave of his hand, leaving only some skin care products.

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Philomena had a painful look on her face. She sat in front of the makeup mirror in a huff, pointing at the night cream and asking the tool man to be more sensible.

Wayne never refused such excessive requests. He applied the night cream with his fingertips across the swan's white neck. As the applied area spread, his hands had already reached into the collar of her bathrobe.

Philomena patted her chest and warned Wayne not to forget the bet. Some things and some people require a price to be paid.

Impossible, not taking the initiative and not refusing = irresponsible, formulas will not deceive you when solving problems.

Having said that, Wayne still avoided the high ridge, pulled up a chair and sat down, lifting one of his long legs to apply the night cream.

Seeing him so well-behaved, Philomena felt a little regretful. But when she saw the suitcase on the bedside, her eyes lit up: "A new model you designed?"

“It’s not really a design, it’s just an exotic style, borrowed from some sources.”

"What country?"

“It’s not on the map.”

"..."

Isn't that what you designed?
After applying the night cream, Philomena opened her suitcase, picked up the cheongsam and took a look. It was indeed exotic, at least she had never seen a similar style of clothing.

It's just that the slit is a little high, almost reaching the waist.

"Are you sure this dress can be sold?"

"Don't question the aesthetic taste of professionals. This dress really shows off a woman's figure and temperament. It's elegant and luxurious with the gems. It's a very high-end design." Wayne said truthfully.

Philomena nodded, unbuttoned her bathrobe with her back to Wayne, looked back and smiled, then put on the cheongsam.

The body language is elegant, which means the movements are very slow, and she is showing off her benefits the whole time.

"Too slow, let me help you."

Wayne rubbed his hands and walked forward, willing to help and regardless of whether the other party agreed or not, and buttoned up Philomena's collar while she struggled.

The high priestess was not very experienced, but she had no self-awareness at all. She was a typical inexperienced and playful person. Before Wayne even started to do anything, she was already a little confused and infatuated.

She's still betting on this. I don't know where she gets the confidence from.

Wayne had reason to suspect that he had been fooled. The best hunters often appear in the form of prey. Philomena knew that she did not have that ability, so she gave the initiative to him and waited for the good man to take responsibility afterwards.

The honest man deserves to take over, right?
Wayne looked at the beauty in his arms, his Adam's apple moved. It was a good offer, it was not impossible to take it.

Philomena put her arms around Wayne's neck, very proud of her own charm, and said gloatingly: "Looking at your expression, I won the bet."

With the beauty in his arms, Wayne couldn't help but feel distracted, but when he mentioned winning or losing, he immediately came to his senses, pushed Philomena away, and lay on the bed with his legs spread out.

He will strike out as prey.

The atmosphere was gone in an instant. Philomena stood by the bed with a gloomy face. She raised her hand to lift up her long hair beside her ears, crossed her arms and sneered.

Keep going, I want to see how long you can hold out! x2
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At half past ten in the evening, Wayne left the manor with his suitcase.

There was a cheongsam in the suitcase. I had said it wasn't on the market yet, so it was impossible for me to give it to Philomena. But I kept my word and took it off with my own hands.

While driving, the chilling aura of death surrounds your body, and your rationality comes into play, eliminating all negative effects.

Especially the little guy's exhortations, about self-sacrifice, spirit of sacrifice, and fighting for his brothers. It sounds very touching at first, but if you think about it carefully, it is all selfish and only cares about his own pleasure.

It’s better not to have this little head!
Wayne was rational and thought blocking was not enough, so he directly banned him from speaking.

If he wasn't nostalgic, they would definitely go their separate ways tonight for the sake of their long-standing brotherhood.

Philomena smells really good, and she's crazy enough. If she gets what she wants, she'll report the matter to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow, and Wayne will be arranged to get the marriage certificate the day after tomorrow.

It is better to leave a selfish woman like this who doesn't know how to share alone. Wayne was not panicked at all. It was not easy to hang him on a tree. Negative emotions were reset every night and reset every 24 hours. He could not lose.

On the contrary, Philomena must be having a hard time accumulating so much pressure!
It’s not certain who the prey will be!

“Hehehe——”

……

Landau Manor.

Wayne drove over and saw Auston wrapped in bandages in the study.

I want to complain, but I don't know where to start.

"The Minister is aware of today's events and has placed all the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic under house arrest."

Auston was playing with the ancient silver coin. Megan set up a soundproof barrier. He was not worried about the results of the treatment being leaked. He said clearly: "Several legendary wizards are at the Ministry of Magic headquarters. Before the traitor is found, entry and exit of the Ministry of Magic requires the signature of the Minister."

"The Minister must be very disappointed, right?"

"It's more than disappointment..."

Auston shook his head and smiled. "Because I'm not a legendary wizard, and you've saved people before, I wasn't grounded, and I was assigned the task of investigating the traitor."

With power in hand and the ability to make a lot of money, his life reached a new peak and he even liked Wayne a lot more.

He shrugged his nose, very dissatisfied: "Your perfume smell is too strong. I know what the high priest wants to do, and I also know what you want to do. Some advantages cannot be taken just because you want to. Stay away from her and don't fall into it."

Indeed, I almost fell into it tonight.

Wayne nodded and said, "Don't worry, I understand the reason, and it's okay as long as I don't get close to women."

"..."

"Auston?!"

"Regarding your compensation, the minister said that after the traitor is found, you will be awarded a medal as a reward for your contribution to the country."

"Nothing practical?"

Wayne doesn't want the medal, it's just a decoration and has no value in itself. He wants the four elements, the more the better.

The best is ancient silver coins!
If that doesn't work, the Queen can also consider it.

"This is an honor, representing the minister's recognition. When honor accumulates to a certain level, it becomes status. With status, you can pay yourself a salary."

Auston was very dedicated to Wayne's training, and taught him social garbage science step by step. He even made fun of himself for this: "For example, if I become the leader of the investigation team, I will be higher than all the legendary wizards in terms of status. I can openly ask for benefits from them, and I can also make a fuss about your investigation report..."

"The Moonlight Church bullied you, the high priest insulted you, and you contributed a lot to the country without a single complaint. You are loyal to the queen and the country. You deserve respect and more and better rewards."

As he spoke, Auston raised three fingers.

Three percent, he won't treat himself badly.

The investigative report will be sensational, and the more Wayne earns, the more he will make.

This is also a teaching opportunity. The 30% fee is not tuition, but a price that must be paid, which is called investment in business.

Wayne said he had learned a lesson and asked the purpose of coming tonight: "Which legendary wizard has targeted me? Doing this will only expose the fact that the Ministry of Magic is in disharmony, and will ultimately harm your own interests. What on earth are you thinking?"

Wayne couldn't understand it and just felt that the Ministry of Magic was stupid.

"They are legendary wizards. At this level, the interests of the country are no longer tied to themselves. They have to find a way out for themselves..." Austin spoke slowly.

The disadvantage of free mages is that they cannot find a path to upward mobility, unlike magicians who come from the church, whose future path is clear. Even if there are open and secret struggles, they are limited to within the church.

"From what you said, there have been traitors in the Ministry of Magic before?"

“There have been a few times, and they were covered up.”

Austin's tone is very interesting. Rather than covering up, it is more like competition among peers. He stabs his good brother/friend in the back before he betrays him in order to maximize his own interests.

This attack on the Moonlight Church was no exception. The script had been written a long time ago. The difference was that there was no enthusiastic person passing by to tear off the veil and let the truth come to light.

When betrayal becomes a matter of course, the person who points out the betrayal becomes annoying.

Wayne sighed and said, "It's so hard to be a good person. It's really not easy for me."

Auston felt uncomfortable after hearing this. He waved his hand and told Wayne to go away and go somewhere else. He still wanted to have a good sleep at night.

"Then I won't disturb your rest." Wayne left the study.

Seeing that he didn't borrow gauze, Auston knew that he would not go to Xiaobaicai to complain, so he didn't remind him to pay attention to the smell of perfume on his body.

Wayne really had no intention of getting beaten up so late at night. That night, he applied dragon blood to Veronica, who was deeply moved. She put aside her shame and said a lot of sweet words to her.

What is chasing to the end of the world, being loyal until death, and never letting go...

The words were full of sincerity, and Wayne felt embarrassed when he heard them. He didn't know that Veronica was so proactive.

In comparison, Chris is too passive.

……

Wayne House.

Chris heard footsteps in the corridor, pushed the door open, and waved to Wayne, asking him to come in and talk.

Looks very anxious.

Wayne complained about Chris's lack of enthusiasm, but then he saw that she was impatient and thought he had walked into the wrong door.

He looked around and saw that it was Wayne's house. Yes, it was not Philomena across the street.

One crisis after another comes, what exactly happened?
"Wayne, come here quickly." Chris called softly.

"No need to speak so quietly, Willy is not here tonight." Wayne said casually.

Chris blushed and grabbed Wayne and dragged him into the bedroom. Willy was indeed not there, but there was a housekeeper and a maid at home, and they would definitely misunderstand if they saw her.

"What's the matter? It's so urgent?"

Wayne put down his suitcase and asked in confusion, "Senior teacher, didn't you ask for leave? Why are you here to stay the night today?"

"This is not important. What is important is that you are in big trouble now."

Chris said with a straight face, "Tell me about your schedule for today. Don't leave anything out. Tell me everything."

"Mysterious..."

Wayne was confused and said truthfully, "I was a tour guide today, accompanying your high priest to visit the museum. After dinner, we went to Landau Manor. I was very busy. The last stop was your bedroom."

They are all true, but some details are omitted.

"You went to see Veronica?" Chris raised her voice and almost broke.

Wayne picked his ears and said, "Is there anything wrong?"

"No, it can't be done."

Chris grabbed Wayne's hand, hesitant to speak, not daring to expose the truth, and could only say: "Veronica is not suitable for you, Willie is very good, believe me, you two can't be together."

"???"

A string of question marks flashed across Wayne's mind. As far as he knew, this was not Chris's personality.

"Anyway, you can't be together!"

Chris took her two friends' faces into consideration and stopped talking in the hope that Wayne would understand. She then continued, "And the high priestess, she has bad intentions, stay away from her."

"She really has bad intentions!"

Wayne nodded seriously, unzipped his collar, and waved his hand to clear the air: "Do you smell it? It's all her perfume. She sprayed the perfume bottle all over me, and even touched my hand while we were eating."

"You won't resist?"

Boss Chris was not happy and looked down on him in her heart. He was worthy of being the high priest. He played so innocently without any shyness.

You won’t be able to hook up with Wayne like this!
Keep it up!

"I would like to resist, but I have a mission to perform at the Ministry of Magic, so I can only endure it for now."

Wayne sighed. Life is not only about poetry and distant places, but also about the present. He has no skills and his brain is not fast enough. In order to make money to support his family, he can only sell his body.

"Speaking of which, where did the High Priest get the information?"

Wayne pressed on step by step, directly blocking Chris in the corner, and raised his hand to suppress her: "Look up, tell me, there is a traitor among us, who is that person?"

(End of this chapter)