Restarting the myth.

Chapter 88 Moving, Housekeeper

Sidney's ancestral home is located at 11 Sir Road, West London.

Like all nature believers who are close to nature, the three-story mansion is located in a vast garden surrounded by green woods. The exterior is mainly stone walls. It may seem unremarkable, but in fact the interior is luxuriously decorated, full of the classical aristocratic style of the old Union Jack in London.

The black sedan entered the gate of the mansion, drove through the tree-lined road and stopped at the gate.

After Wayne got out of the car, he walked around the three-story house.

According to Heaphy, Sidney was unfortunately hospitalized for talk therapy due to mental problems. When the church handed over the work, it unexpectedly discovered that this frugal priest had problems with taxes and the unknown source of his huge wealth.

The church had the courage to reflect on itself and took the initiative to report the matter to the tax department. After some operations, the evidence was conclusive and Sidney's ancestral house was sealed off and handed over to the legal department for auction.

An open auction that takes place only within the company.

A low-key rich second-generation man named "Wayne" bought the property rights and completed the entire process at the speed of light. The real estate and other documents are all traceable, and his private property is sacred and inviolable.

Wayne: When did I attend the auction and when did I sign?

Heaphy: This is the property certificate.

Wayne: Yes, that's me!
You should not care too much in life, especially don't ask too many questions. You should act stupid when it is time to act stupid.

Wayne said he was not pretending to be stupid, he was really stupid, and if there is a next time, please be sure to consider him first.

No other meaning, he just likes to suffer losses.

"Master Wayne."

Hearing a familiar voice coming from behind, Wayne turned around and saw the butler Fla, who was wearing a monocle. He was immediately overjoyed and quickly stepped forward to give her a hug.

"Fla, it's really you."

"Yes, Fla Elihall will work for you starting today." Fla bent down slightly, stood up and tidied up Wayne's slightly messy clothes.

Wayne opened his arms, willing to be tormented by the other party, and his mouth was so happy that he couldn't close the corners.

As the saying goes, a day without seeing you feels like three years. He and his housekeeper had been apart for 28 days, 16 hours and 34 minutes, which is rounded off to years. He missed the housekeeper so much that he almost died.

"As expected, Fla is still the best. I feel at ease with you around."

Wayne was filled with emotion and once again stood up for Fla.

Megan and the like are very nice, but the impression she left on him was nothing like that of a butler. She is beautiful, has a good figure, and a good temperament. She is more like the president's personal secretary than a butler.

If there is something, call the president; if there is nothing, call the secretary.

This is getting off topic. What Wayne meant was that Megan was too beautiful, and every time she stood with Auston, he couldn't help but look at the two of them with tinted glasses.

Teacher Xifei is not only the high priestess of the Church of Nature, she also has bright green short hair.

Fla is different. His every word, every action, every movement, and every part of his body is a model for a butler.

Wayne liked him best.

Wayne's love for Fla was unconcealed; it was genuine and enthusiastic. Fla saw it, and even her experienced heart couldn't help but tremble a few times.

When they were in the town of Enroard, Wayne had spoken up for Fla, believing that Fla was far better than Megan and the best steward of the Landau family. He said that after returning to Lundan, he would mention the matter to Auston and try to transfer Fla back to Lundan.

Fla was a little bit expectant, but she was afraid that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, so she didn't expect too much.

Unexpectedly, less than a month later, he received a call to be transferred back to Lundan.

On the phone, Healy told Fla that this time when he returned to London, he would no longer serve Austin. The new owner was Wayne. The latter was happy to have a new house, and when choosing a housekeeper, he specifically named Fla.

Fla was very honored to be recognized by Wayne. A man would die for his friend and was willing to devote the rest of his life to his new master.

but……

Received a call from Auston.

Fla was a little confused at the moment. Wayne was an excellent master, and so was Auston. Caught between the new and old masters, she didn't know how to choose.

"Fla, when did you come?" Wayne walked into the big house and saw four familiar female warriors. He gave each of them a hug after a long separation.

It seemed as if time had gone back to a month ago, and he liked this new home.

"I arrived in Lundan early this morning, and I am counting your assets for you."

Fla picked up the registration form beside her, which recorded the property of Wayne Mansion in detail, no matter how big or small, all of which were clearly classified and planned.

This is called professionalism!

Wayne gave a thumbs up and said sincerely: "Don't tire yourself out, there is still a long time to live, there is plenty of time to take your time, let's prepare the hot pot first. You don't know, I ate whatever the dog ate for 28 days, 16 hours and 36 minutes without you, and my life was miserable."

Fla smiled but said nothing. He couldn't say such things casually. As far as he knew, Wayne attended the family dinner as a young master.

Wayne had just arrived at his new home and didn't know anything about it. Fla prepared for the entire morning and introduced everything to Wayne, telling him everything there was, and there was nothing he didn't know.

"You are so professional. I can't imagine how I will live without you in the future."

An hour later, the maid prepared hot pot and rice, and Wayne kindly invited everyone to sit down and eat together.

Fla refused to have lunch on behalf of the four maids, but under Wayne's threat of a hunger strike, the butler and the maids still had lunch with the new master.

After dinner, Fla continued to count his assets. His decades of professionalism made him set extremely high standards for himself.

His workload was very heavy. Not only did he have to check each item against the legal bills, but he also had to re-evaluate the value of each item.

From the floor area of ​​the mansion, the distribution ratio of the mansion and the garden, to the furniture, furnishings and artworks, even the number of steps on the stairs, he would personally confirm it to ensure that the owner's interests were not violated.

At the same time, when the master asks, he must answer it as soon as possible.

Wayne didn't have so much trouble. He entered the office study, took out a key given to him by Sphy, opened the desk drawer and spread out several drawings one by one.

Wayne's new home is a magic fortress, a magical creation created by a golden wizard with great effort, and its intrinsic value far exceeds the auction price.

If it weren't for Heaphy's secret manipulation with the help of the High Priest, and the Landau Family's face, the item would have been put on the shelf and sold at lightning speed, and Wayne would have relied on himself...

Well, the rent owed by his detective agency was still paid by Veronica.

The mansion has several magical defenses, from the outermost woods to the inner triple defenses, each layer is tight and watertight, and was called impregnable by Xifei.

The phrase "impregnable" has been abused. If we look into the reasons, it's all someone's fault.

There are too many jokes about this topic, so Wayne didn't mock the other party. He memorized the drawings in his mind and prepared to try them one by one when it was late at night and everyone was asleep.

Not to mention the outermost natural protective barrier, it is a powerful weapon for clearing out small soldiers. It can’t stop the strong ones, and can be used as fertilizer for the weak ones.

The core's triple defenses are a hexagram, a cross, and a triangle, which correspond to black forging, silver, and gold respectively according to the magic level. If Sidney had not stopped at the level of a gold wizard, he would probably have added the life field of a legendary wizard.

Wayne picked up the phone on the desk and called Veronica, telling her to write down her number and keep in touch whenever he needed. He also asked her to tell Willy and Chris that they could contact him directly by calling this number.

The owner of the mansion was changed from Sidney to Wayne, and to prevent Sidney's old subordinates from harassing him by phone, the original phone number was also changed.

After a while, Wayne received a call from Willy. The believers of the Sun Goddess were full of energy and were excited to come to Wayne's house to spend the night.

And have a big meal!
Seeing her enthusiasm, Wayne also became a little excited.

Unfortunately, I can’t get an erection.

After that, Wayne received calls from Veronica and Chris one after another. The three magical girls would come to his house as a group tonight and bring gifts to congratulate him.

There is no need for a big gift. We are all friends. Being too polite would make you look distant. If you really want to, you can just give a bigger package and let yourself get inside.

After the call, Wayne called the housekeeper Fla, and the detective agency's party was moved to the new house. There were three female guests in the evening, so remember to buy more dishes and chopsticks. He also called a truck, and while it was still early, he would move the detective agency's home here today.

There was a lot of stuff in the detective agency, and ignoring the sprouting potatoes, there were a lot of items that had to be moved.

Maybe it will be of no use in nine out of ten cases, and everything will be new with Fla around, but Wayne is reluctant to throw it away, and is thinking of putting it in the warehouse, just in case he needs it in the future.

The housekeeper was very efficient and asked the two maids to go with Wayne to move to the detective agency. The truck had already set off and would arrive at the destination before them.

……

Wayne Detective Agency.

Wayne pushed the door open and walked in, pointing at the bookshelf in the office, and asked two maids to pack the boxes and arrange for them to be delivered to the new detective agency on Commercial Street tomorrow.

Wayne used to live and eat in the detective agency because of limited conditions. In the future, work and life will be separated, and the items in the detective agency will be sent to his new home and the commercial street respectively.

Items such as books that serve as storefronts, files from old detective agencies, etc. will be sent to the commercial street, while personal belongings will be packed and sent to the new home.

For example, he already has his diary in his bedroom.

I don't mean anything else. After all, it's personal privacy and it's not safe to keep it in the study.

There was also the bed on the third floor where Veronica had slept for a night. It was not easy to deal with it casually. It would not be appropriate to throw it away, but there was no point in keeping it, so I packed it up and sent it to the new home.

Forget about the bed that Willy had slept on. She was still a big muscular man at that time. Wayne thought the quilt smelled bad, so he asked the maid to move it to the backyard, stuff it into a cement barrel and burn it.

There were also the original body's spellcasting materials and photo posters of actress Lily Hayworth in the archive room. Wayne hesitated for 0.25 seconds and decisively packed up and sent them to the new home.

It looks useless, but there's no guarantee it may come in handy in the future, so just keep it in the warehouse.

When dealing with the bedroom on the second floor, Wayne picked out a few relatively decent clothes, and asked the maid to send the rest, along with the sheets and quilt covers, to the backyard to be burned.

When he lifted up the bed, Wayne found a black suitcase in the space between the beds.

The maid was lighting a fire in the backyard, Abin was sleeping on the ground floor, and Wayne was opening his suitcase on the second floor.

Radio!

A binary communication tool that can emit beeping code sounds when connected to a power source and the user manually presses a button.

Wayne had only seen this thing in movies before. Its users usually have two images: a handsome and heroic operator on the righteous side, and an enemy spy with a pointed face or red lips and big waves on the evil side.

"I am so handsome, I must be on the side of justice..."

A drop of cold sweat fell on Wayne's forehead. He closed the suitcase tremblingly. Three seconds later, he changed his posture and opened it again.

The radio station is still the same radio station. It will not become something else just because you open it in a different way.

boom!
Wayne slammed the suitcase shut and refused, "No way, absolutely no way."

He paced back and forth in the empty bedroom, muttering to himself, "I used to be an idle third-rate detective. As a detective, it's normal for me to have my own radio station. I hid it under the bed because I was afraid of being misunderstood..."

"That makes sense, that's it!"

"It must be like this!"

Wayne found a reason to comfort himself and was overjoyed: "A third-rate spy with no skills, bah, a third-rate detective who only knows how to buy peripherals and write pornographic books, how could he come up with so many messed-up settings? No need to think about it, I must be overthinking."

"Master Wayne, where should this box be sent?" the maid asked standing at the door.

"Send it to the new home..."

Wayne's heart skipped a beat, and he was afraid that his secret would be discovered. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'll take care of the boxes myself. I'll clean the second and third floors myself. You go to the office on the first floor to see if there's anything missing."

The maid obeyed and left. Wayne's forehead was already covered with sweat. The sudden setting caught him off guard. Even though it had nothing to do with him, he still couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

"I think I'm overthinking it. Spies need to keep in touch all the time. I haven't used the radio for a long time and no one has contacted me..."

Wayne fell silent midway through his speech.

A pure passerby, it's not easy to find him in recent months.

"It doesn't matter. I have entered the magical world and am no longer an ordinary person. The grudges in this world have nothing to do with me." Wayne frowned. He is him, and his original self is his original self. It's just right for him to take this opportunity to say goodbye to the past completely.

Besides, he is already a magician, so how could the other party chase him and find him?
Here's a cement bucket for you!

Wayne checked the second-floor bedroom and the archive room inside and out, and confirmed that there were no suspicious items. He went to the backyard, buried the suitcase in the ground, and asked Abin to hide it.

He doesn't want his past identity anymore, and now he only wants to make money and practice magic.

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Wayne House.

Wayne sat on the sofa in the living room with a melancholy look on his face. The new setting came too suddenly. In this war-torn backdrop, he was afraid that one day someone would come to his door and give him a pair of silver bracelets.

"Look at it from a bright side. Those in Windsor's intelligence agency know it. It's just a joke. As long as I don't tell anyone, no one will know..."

"Master Wayne, are you worried about something?" The former Windsor intelligence officer, butler Fla, stood beside Wayne with a pot of black tea.

"There is something on my mind."

Seeing Fla, Wayne felt inexplicably relieved and asked, "Butler, have you ever been in an embarrassing situation..."

"I'm not sure how to describe it. It's that kind of experience where you can be indifferent, but you also care because your identity is complicated. You're too scared to express your feelings. You don't want it but you don't know who to turn to to say no."

Fla's heart skipped a beat, and the hand that was pouring the tea trembled slightly. After a while, he said bitterly, "Master Wayne, I didn't expect you to know it so soon."

What,
What do you know?
Do you know what we are saying means the same thing?

Fla, do you have another master outside behind my back?
Wayne raised his eyebrows, picked up the black tea and sniffed it, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, I know everything. Tell it out. No one is involved."

"As expected of you, you discovered it so quickly. I thought I could at least keep it secret for a while."

Frawley stood beside Wayne, bowing his head like a student who had made a mistake: "I'm very sorry, before returning to London, Master Austin asked me to..."

"Wait a minute, that's the wrong way to address someone. I don't want to hear you call someone master." Wayne raised his hand to interrupt. Fla's way of addressing Auston made him feel heavy on his head.

"Mr. Austin contacted me. He asked me to continue serving the Landau family and to regard him as my master in the future. I should also report your every move to him at any time." Fla did not hide anything. He did not want to lie to his master.

"Did you agree?"

"accepted."

Fla's face was gloomy. He had lost his master's trust. If his guess was correct, he would have to take the train back to Enrolde Town tonight.

"Then you hesitated?"

"There are some."

"enough!"

Wayne stood up, straightened Fla's collar, and said with a smile: "There is still a long time to go. Maybe you still belong to him now, but sooner or later I will take you away with my own hands."

"But……"

Fla was deeply moved. Even so, Wayne still dared to trust him.

"I couldn't ask for a better housekeeper than you..."

"Mr. Landau can live without you, but I can't!"

(End of this chapter)