Restarting the myth.

Chapter 2 Blonde Twin Tails

Wayne remembered clearly that the door of the detective agency was locked, and it was locked from the inside.

There are many urban legends in the city of Lundan, including a subway station leading to hell, a headless knight wandering in the fog, a man-eating alley, a huge underground tomb, and so on.

The sensational urban legend only exists at night, sharing a city with the citizens of Lund. The daytime belongs to the citizens, and the nighttime belongs to them. The two sides live in peace and do not interfere with each other. But if someone breaks the rules and touches the other party's territory, they will evaporate overnight and disappear.

When talking about these urban legends, the dock workers described them vividly, as if they had seen them with their own eyes.

In these three months, Wayne heard a lot of urban legends. Since he had not seen them with his own eyes, he scoffed at them. But since it was free, he decided to believe them.

He follows the local customs and locks the door at nightfall to avoid close contact with urban legends.

It’s free anyway, so just believe it.

Bang bang bang——

The knock on the door sounded again, undoubtedly much more urgent than before, as if the knocking would continue unless Wayne opened the door.

Wayne didn't open the door, but silently grabbed the crowbar next to him. The other party didn't keep knocking, but pushed the door open and walked in.

The black hooded robe covered the whole body, so the intruder's face could not be seen clearly. Under the overhead light, the shadow of the black robe was clear, which increased the pressure on Wayne. A layer of sweat appeared on the palms of his hands that were tightly gripping the crowbar.

Wayne looked closely, and although he couldn't see the face under the hood, he guessed that the intruder was a woman from the rise and fall of the robe's chest.

Doing business?

"You must be the owner of this detective agency. I have a business deal to discuss with you."

"Can we talk tomorrow? The shop is closed now."

Although the woman had a nice voice, Wayne still rejected her. She was dressed mysteriously and it was obvious that she was a person with a story. He didn't want to have anything to do with such a person.

The intruder said nothing, but slowly came to the desk, looked at the potatoes on the table, chuckled, and waved his hand to put down a stack of bills.

The Queen's portrait on the banknotes deeply hurt Wayne's eyes. A single hundred-dollar bill, at least fifty, or five thousand bills, was enough for him to work hard for two years.

The Charter is the legal tender of the Kingdom of Windsor, and below it is the copper coin, the Charter. Twelve Charters can be exchanged for one Charter, which is the so-called change.

Due to the Great Depression and the shadow of war, the purchasing power of the Constitution continued to decline, but for Wayne, it was still a huge sum of money.

"Can we talk now?"

"Please take a seat."

Wayne sat behind his desk with the crowbar placed across his legs. His intuition told him that this thing would be of no use to the other party, but he needed some psychological comfort. Having a handy guy would give him some confidence when he spoke.

The woman was very satisfied with Wayne's money-grubbing business acumen and sat down in the chair in front of the desk without haste.

Wayne looked at the intruder closely and saw the lower half of his face that was not covered by the hood. His lips were delicate and his skin was moist and white like pearls. He expected that it was soft and tender to the touch and must be a top-notch chin.

Judging from the appearance, Wayne guessed that the other person was not very old, about sixteen to eighteen years old, and definitely couldn't be over twenty years old.

At this age and with this kind of beauty, breaking into a single man's house alone late at night must be quite capable.

Judging from his lavish spending, it should be the latter.

The woman's silence made Wayne feel unsure. He put on the official smile he wore to customers and asked politely, "Have you eaten? Do you want some potatoes?"

"black tea."

"Hold on."

Wayne put away the five thousand constitutional orders on the table, got up and went to the kitchen to make tea. God knows where the locals got the tea from in this world where there is not even maritime trade.

After a moment, Wayne sat down again. Seeing the woman put her hands on the edge of her hood, wanting to show her true face, he hurriedly interrupted her.

"I know the rules. I don't want to know what you look like. After tonight, no one will know each other. Don't take off your hat." Wayne raised his hand to cover his eyes.

It's no use. The other party just does what he wants and doesn't care about his opinion at all.

The young woman has blonde hair and blue eyes, with well-proportioned facial features, perfect skin and bone structure, and a cool and beautiful face with a full sense of fashion. She is highly adaptable and can look both pure and sweet, as well as cold and imposing.

For example, now, with her golden hair tied up behind her head and a pair of cold and gloomy eyes filled with starlight, she picked up the teacup and sniffed it under her nose, but without tasting it, she put it back in its place.

What’s the matter? Wild boars can’t eat fine bran?

Although the woman did not say it, Wayne still sensed a thick barrier called class gap. The top-quality tea he bought at a high price was worthless in the other party's eyes.

Very good, it’s a big order!

As a habit developed in his previous life, Wayne never complained to the wealthy Party A, at least not on the surface. He kept smiling and said, "Dear lady, can you tell me about the business you want to discuss?"

"I need a job, and you need an assistant."

"..."

Wayne was shocked. He pointed to his office and said, "As you can see, I run a small business and cannot afford to support myself..."

"I'll pay you to work, and I'll give you 1,000 riyals a month. Apply for the position of assistant in the detective agency."

"..."

"alright, that's fine."

"Welcome, Miss Assistant, you are hired by our detective agency."

Wayne nodded readily, and together with the previous five thousand, it totaled six thousand constitutional orders.

Perhaps this makes him seem shameless, but there is no comparison between six thousand constitutional decrees and moral integrity. Hesitation for even a second is tolerance for potatoes.

Wayne extended his hand enthusiastically, but the other party didn't take it. He took back his hand and shook it himself, saying without embarrassment: "Your resume and ID... Oh, I can make this up myself. I'm Wayne, the owner and chief detective of this detective agency. What's your name?" "Veronica."

Veronica said a name that was not sure whether it was true or not, and then told a story that was not sure whether it was true or not. She came from a foreign country, had loved detective novels since she was a child, and was determined to become a great detective.

She wouldn't stay at Wayne's Detective Agency for too long, nor would she cause any trouble for Wayne, and as long as the latter asked fewer questions, she would earn endless amounts of Queen's Headshots during her time there.

A perfunctory lie, seriously lacking in sincerity, but enough.

Wayne nodded. At this point, it was obvious that Veronica had other purposes. He didn't know what they were, but he only knew that they were not aimed at him.

He has nothing and is of no use.

"I will be staying at the detective agency during my employment. Do you have any vacancies? I need two rooms. I will pay the rent separately. Is that ok?"

"No, you can move in anytime."

Wayne was full of emotion. There is an old saying that goes, if you meet a good person, you should start a family first; if you meet a noble person, you should start a career first; if you meet a rich woman, you should start a family and a career. He didn't believe it before, but now he understands that he had never met a rich woman before.

Money paves the way for everything. Wayne has forgotten Veronica's other purpose. He only knows that money is beauty, and beauty is justice. A rich and beautiful girl has double justice. Veronica is definitely not a female spy killer sent by the enemy country. She traveled thousands of miles to a foreign country just to realize her childhood dream of becoming a detective.

That's good, unlike Wayne, who also had many dreams when he was a child, but only had one when he grew up.

Affordable housing.

"The first floor is the office area, the second floor is my bedroom and archive room, studio, warehouse, and bathroom. If you don't mind, there is a partition on the third floor. Usually no one goes there. You can move in tomorrow after a simple cleanup."

"I'm moving in tonight."

Veronica looked towards the stairs, took out a stack of decrees from her wallet, and handed them to Wayne one by one: "Your bedroom belongs to me, and the entire second floor will be rented. I give you one hour to move your things down."

"Half an hour will do."

"Also, my luggage is outside."

"I'll move it right away."

The daughter of a landlord would be a waste if she didn't prostitute herself to him. The money Veronica gave was enough for Wayne to redecorate the detective agency. He couldn't find the job, so he had no reason to refuse.

But when he arrived at the door of the detective agency, he was stunned by the scene before him.

The two doors were open, trembling in the dark background.

A two-meter-tall burly man was standing in front of the door, guarding three large black boxes. He had broad shoulders and a strong waist, strong and deep facial features, and thick body hair on his thick arms.

In London, where winter has not yet left, the strong man was only wearing a pair of white shorts and a sleeveless vest. Wayne could feel the heat emanating from the other's strong physique even from far away.

He is a practical person who knows how to make sense.

Seeing Wayne, the sturdy man smiled slightly and stretched out his strong hand towards him: “William, let’s be friends.”

"Hi, I'm Wayne."

The burly man had a fierce look on his face, but was surprisingly polite. Wayne politely extended his hand, and when they put their hands together, he felt the heat from William's palm, and suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

The cool air rushed straight from the soles of the feet to the coccyx, and did not continue to hit the top of the head, but stayed there.

No wonder he always felt something was wrong. Wayne then noticed that William had golden hair tied into two ponytails and his sleeveless vest was a blue and white striped sailor shirt.

I was about to die, but he didn't let go and kept laughing!
William's smile was particularly creepy. He pulled Wayne and was about to give his new friend a warm hug. Wayne struggled hard, but was no match for the other party's terrifying brute force. In his sight, the blue and white stripes were getting closer and closer, with many curls of golden threads on them.

Chest hair is a symbol of William's male hormones.

"Meow~~~"

A cat's meow interrupted William and saved Wayne who was in danger. It was a black cat with golden eyes, lying on the black box with its hands in its pockets. Its shiny fur blended into the darkness, and it was as if it was invisible when it closed its eyes.

Hearing the cat's cry, William decisively abandoned Wayne and lifted the black cat up with both hands: "Monica, lift it up high."

Wayne: (a`a;)
It was a close call, I was almost crushed to death by the pectoral muscles.

William lifted the black cat high up, and the two-meter-tall strong man jumped and danced. The scene was so beautiful that it directly dispelled Wayne's beautiful fantasy about blonde twin ponytails.

A noble lady, a muscular guy, and a black cat, excuse me for being frank, but he doesn't understand this combination.

Well, that's not the case. It immediately makes sense that a noble lady escaped from her marriage with her pet black cat, and was accompanied by a muscular butler and bodyguard.

"William, what are you doing? Put Monica down quickly."

Veronica walked out of the office and saw this. She immediately started fighting with William for the black cat. Under Wayne's speechless gaze, the gay man was defeated and Veronica easily snatched the black cat away.

Veronica held the black cat in her arms and glared at William fiercely: "Your room is on the second floor. Hurry up and move your luggage up with Wayne. You will live in his room from now on."

This is inappropriate!

Wayne shuddered and vowed to himself to move all the sheets, bedding and clothes out of the bedroom and not leave behind a single piece of cloth that was stained with his scent.

To Wayne's surprise, William also looked unhappy: "This is inappropriate, I don't want to..."

"Shut up, it's decided."

"What about Monica?"

"Monica and I live on the third floor."

Veronica said as a matter of course: "Cats and ladies can live in the same room, but stinky men can't."

"Tsk, you have no good intentions."

(End of this chapter)