My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Because he really wanted to see what Horace was up to at his neighbor's house.

Alek has already fallen from power, yet he still hasn't shown up. Is he so happy that he's forgotten about home?

With these questions in mind, they arrived at Horace’s former residence, which they had visited once the previous weekend.

"Next door... this way, right?"

The only house connected to that small courtyard was the one on the left-hand side after entering the gate.

The gate over there was also tightly closed.

Wayne stepped forward and knocked lightly. "Is anyone home?"

A short while later, faint noises could be heard from inside.

The old wooden door, devoid of any decoration, was carefully pushed open a crack, revealing half of a young woman's face.

"Who are you?" she asked in a low voice, her expression wary.

Wayne smiled very kindly at her.

"You must be the daughter of this household owner? We are students from Qingxi Academy in the capital. We met Mr. Horace at the city lord's mansion last weekend and were asked by him to come and convey his message to you."

He explained the purpose of his group's visit as concisely as possible.

The young woman exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!" and immediately frantically opened the door.

"Please come in, everyone. Please come in quickly."

The house also exuded an air of poverty.

However, the clutter was arranged in a very orderly manner, and everything within sight was cleaned very thoroughly.

In the entryway, there was a bunch of flowers that were not named but bloomed very brightly.

“The flowers are beautiful,” Wayne complimented.

The young woman, who had initially felt somewhat embarrassed by her family's poverty, blushed involuntarily. "Th-thank you."

"hiss--"

Wayne's lips twitched slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

Without making a sound, he reached behind his back and grasped Chris's slender fingers as she twisted her waist.

This is truly an unexpected disaster... I'm having such a hard time.

"I'm sorry, we don't have anything to offer our distinguished guests..." The young woman seemed a little flustered.

“It’s alright,” Wayne said. “We’re just doing this for someone else. We have other important business to attend to and won’t be staying here any longer.”

The young woman then abandoned her attempt to continue the polite conversation.

"I...I've heard Horace mention your identities..." she said, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Wait? Horace brought that up?"

Tasia keenly perceived the information conveyed in those words.

"You've met with Mr. Horace in the last few days?" she pressed. "How is he now? What happened after he was arrested at the city lord's mansion that day?"

Taken aback by her question, the young woman paused for a moment before reacting.

“He… well, I’d better take a few people to meet him, and ask him any questions in person.” She explained, “There are many things he doesn’t want to talk to me about.”

Tasia turned around and exchanged a glance with Wayne.

"it is good."

As a result, Horace was kept hidden in the basement.

It's called a basement, but it's actually just a tunnel, although the middle section is a bit larger.

Horace lay there on the bed covered with dry straw, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Noticing the noise, he turned his head somewhat slowly.

When he saw Wayne and his group, his eyes lit up with extreme joy.

He struggled to get up.

Upon seeing this, the young woman who had been leading the way for Wayne and the others quickly stepped forward and supported Horace's back.

"Stop moving around!"

The woman's tone was somewhat annoyed, "If this continues, do you even want your injury to heal?!"

Hearing her words, Horace smiled wryly and said, "Even if he recovers, he probably won't be the same as before."

He turned his gaze back to the three people standing to the side.

“These three are my saviors, Horace.” He looked grateful. “If there is anything I can do for you in the future, I will never refuse.”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but lament to himself, "Although I'm just a crippled cripple now... I think I can still be of some use."

Beside him, a young woman looked at him with heartache, her eyes reddening.

Chapter 294 One meal isn't enough? Then two will do!

“Mr. Horace, that’s quite self-deprecating,” Wayne said. “After all, aren’t you still a magician?”

He comforted you, saying, "Even if your legs can't return to normal, you can still rely on your own hands to bring happiness to yourself and your family."

“Yes…” Horace’s voice remained low. “I am a magician.”

“But what difference is there between a magician like me and an ordinary person when faced with a truly powerful one?” he said, raising his head.

That day I was—

Horace got stuck, pondering for a long time how to describe it.

But in the end, he gave up on the fruitless attempt and said vaguely, "...After that strange thing grabbed me, it threw me out the window into Lucy's room... Ah, Lucy is this one, my girlfriend."

Oh wow? You're officially dating?

Wayne gave a knowing smile that everyone understood.

Lucy was a little shy, but her eyes were full of sweetness as she looked at Horace.

Surrounded by the sweet and sour scent of dog food (a Chinese slang term for public displays of affection), Wayne couldn't help but look at Chris behind him.

But he discovered that Chris was also looking at him.

Suddenly meeting Wayne's gaze, she seemed a little embarrassed and looked away with a slightly awkward expression.

Amused by her inexplicably guilty expression, Wayne couldn't help but laugh even more heartily.

That's the joy of having a girlfriend!

It's fun to tease someone every now and then, just like teasing a cat.

Unfortunately, Chris doesn't seem to really enjoy showing off their love in front of others... Well, that's fine too.

If I get into the habit of posting, it would be terrible if I accidentally offended Miss Ge Li one day.

While Wayne was still lost in some unspeakable fantasies, Tasia was completely unaffected by her surroundings.

Ignoring the pink-bubble atmosphere around her, she frowned and asked, "So, it didn't have any intention of harming you?"

Horace paused, then said, "Yes."

“Aside from being a bit rough when he threw me down, he didn’t do anything else to me.”

Upon hearing this, Wayne's lips twitched.

At that time, I was in a hurry to go out and see Chris, and I just wanted to get things done as soon as possible, so of course I couldn't be that meticulous.

"So, does it know Mr. Horace's address, and your relationship with Miss Lucy?" Tasia asked in astonishment.

She turned around and looked at Chris and Wayne behind her.

Wayne pondered for a moment, then pretended to be impartial and said, “There are three possibilities. First, the person behind it is a friend of yours in real life, Horace; second, the person behind it overheard our conversation that day; third, the person behind it investigated Horace’s address beforehand, but mistakenly took Miss Lucy’s house as Horace’s house.”

"The last scenario is unlikely..." Chris said speechlessly.

“We can’t rule out the possibility of such a situation,” Wayne said seriously.

Hehe~ You wouldn't understand, would you?

Including an obviously unreliable option in a multiple-choice question can both divert the respondent's attention and indirectly enhance the persuasiveness of the preceding two options, achieving multiple benefits in one fell swoop.

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The group of people pondered for a long time with puzzled expressions, but they couldn't figure out which one it could be, so they had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being.

“Mr. Horace, Alec’s crimes have been exposed, and his past mistakes will be punished. Therefore, we may be able to help you regain your noble status.”

Wayne said, "However, I personally suggest you move to a different place."

Although Alek, as the direct perpetrator, has fallen from power, those who once protected him are still doing well.

Who knows when, when they remember the losses they suffered, they might turn their anger on Horace, the one who started the whole thing.

Wayne didn't have much faith in their bottom line.

Understanding his implication, Horace said softly, "That's what I've been worried about all along."

He looked at Lucy sitting next to him and hesitated.

But before he could speak, the young woman slowly took his hand.

"Wherever you go, I will go." The voice was extremely firm.

Horace was deeply moved.

“Ahem…” Wayne interrupted their tender gaze, “If you don’t mind, Mr. Horace can come to the capital and take a position in my family’s business.”

Wayne offered his advice.

Horace was, after all, a magician. The fact that he was granted the title of nobleman, even if it was only a baron, despite his commoner origins, fully demonstrates his extraordinary abilities.

In addition, since he and Chris have been kind to him, he should be more dedicated to his work, right?

"As for the salary, it will definitely be higher than your previous income."

To be honest, he planned to put Horace in the Wincher family's soon-to-open "Leaf Publishing House" so that he could deal with Viscount Modrich.

After all, that guy didn't seem very reliable. If Horace were there to keep an eye on things, it would make things easier for him and Chris.

Unfortunately, cheap and effective magicians aren't easy to find.

Horace was overjoyed when he heard the terms he offered.

"Really? That's wonderful!"

He struggled to his feet to help the others with their luggage, but Wayne quickly stopped him: "Settle in for a while first, and then come find me at the Duke of Winchester's mansion!"

After saying that, Wayne looked at Lucy again and teased, "Bringing your family along is also fine, you know?"

With this matter resolved, a major issue has been settled.

In addition, the group did not miss this opportunity and asked Horace in detail about the situation he encountered when his magic awakened.

Tasia took out paper and pen and wrote down all the information in great detail.

It was already past 2 p.m. when we said goodbye.

Without a doubt, Chris's energy bar was completely depleted, and she looked utterly listless.

However, she neither said she was hungry nor that she wanted to eat anything.

Seeing her leaning against the car window, Wayne shook his head.

“Let’s go eat lamb,” he said.

Chris instantly revealed an expression of extreme joy.

"This is what you said you wanted to eat, not what I wanted to waste time, okay?"

Her righteous and stern statement was as if she had finally won a battle.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I was wasting time—" Wayne said weakly, dragging out the last syllable.

The apology was completely insincere.

So, they quickly put the minor conflict behind them, and the three of them happily went into the most famous mutton restaurant in the area and ate until they were completely stuffed.