My older sister is a villainous rich girl

“I don’t care what benefits she’s trying to gain, and temporary victory or defeat doesn’t matter, but—” Chris looked at Wayne seriously, “no matter what, you have to stand on my side.”

Wayne's heart skipped a beat.

'What exactly did she say to you?' The question almost came out, but Wayne swallowed it back down.

"No, I don't own any personal businesses, and I don't usually get involved in family affairs. So what basis would I have for cooperating with Miss Ge Li?"

He spread his hands to show that he was completely innocent.

“Wayne,” Chris suddenly asked, “have you ever thought about going back to your old hometown?”

"Having stayed in the capital for so many years, I've never had the chance to go back and pay respects to my father and mother. You must feel a little regretful. If you'd like to go, I can accompany you."

Wayne was slightly surprised to hear this.

It feels like a distant memory that I can hardly recall anymore.

“I don’t mind, but it’s a very remote and isolated area, with limited access to information, poverty and backwardness… even magicians are just characters in stories, I’m afraid you won’t be used to it.”

Chris took a deep breath.

“It’s okay, actually I just wanted to see…the place where you were born and grew up.” Her voice was a little downcast.

“If I don’t bring it up, you might never go back to see it again,” Chris said. “Thinking about it, Wayne has never told me about his life with his parents before.”

She curled up, hugging her knees, her long golden hair falling down beside her arms. "Will you miss them?"

Wayne smiled calmly.

"I remember that my mother's cooking was delicious when I was a child, but I can't recall exactly what it tasted like."

"It might be a bit disrespectful to say this, but I really don't remember them very well."

"For a person, the most important things are always the present and the future."

Ultimately, time will fade everything, separating the past into another world.

"Yeah……"

As if glimpsing a distant future day, Chris's eyes dimmed. "If one day in the future we are separated for a very long time, will you forget me too?"

"As long as we don't separate, isn't that enough?"

Sitting next to her, Wayne turned her head so that their foreheads touched.

“There’s no need to worry about what the future holds; at least we can seize every moment of the present,” he said softly. “As long as you don’t kick me out… no, even if you do kick me out, I won’t leave.”

Chris sighed almost imperceptibly.

"You're talking so nicely now, but when you actually betray me, I might have no choice but to stab you in the back."

Wayne felt a chill on the back of his neck.

He swallowed hard, then smiled casually and said, "Can I take this as an emphasis on your possessiveness towards me?"

"Of course!"

Chris wrapped her arms around his neck and looked him in the eye. "I, Chris, am a villain in a story, not some gentle and magnanimous person."

Wayne was almost forgetting Chris's villainous identity.

Despite Chris's reputation often being damaged by various incidents, big and small, and for some reason, numerous outrageous rumors about her being "arrogant and domineering," Wayne has come to fully understand the other side of Chris's bluster after so many years of getting to know her.

Just like myself.

Chapter 630 Making the Move

Two days ago, the capital had a heavy snowfall, which has not yet completely melted. Even with the doors and windows tightly closed, the cold still silently invades from every crack in the corner of the house.

The work of the city guards wasn't all that pleasant, but March had gotten used to it.

It's at least much better than life at Chapman Estate.

Following "that person's" instructions, March successfully entered the patrol division under the city guard. This was not a coveted or desirable position, and the often irregular working hours made it something that even the most affluent nobles would avoid.

However, this was not a problem for March.

Nighttime was his most familiar environment; the pitch-black night could conceal too many secrets.

Relying on his status as a mage, although a novice like him was insignificant in the city guard, which was full of powerful individuals, he was still someone who had to curry favor with ordinary civilians. Therefore, March did not need to patrol the streets and alleys all night in the cold wind; the hardest and most tiring work was handled by the lower-ranking ordinary guards.

The tasks assigned to him were basically miscellaneous duties such as assisting with security, assigning shifts, and archiving documents. Difficult tasks would not be handled by a novice like him.

Although the daily work may seem relatively leisurely, it is in some ways a form of neglect.

March didn't know if doing such a small thing would satisfy that person, but since no further instructions had come, it was probably still in the planning stage.

Occasionally, he would think that a pawn like himself was far too cheap for powerful figures, and that it wouldn't be surprising if he were discarded when necessary. As a fellow criminal, March didn't believe he had more reason to live than his former dead colleagues.

He was separated from his family at a young age and wandered for a long time. In order to find a bite to eat, he accidentally followed an old servant to Lord Chapman's manor, where he stayed for more than ten years.

As his seniority among the servants gradually increased, he came into contact with more and more secrets. Finally, he was chosen to be the executor of the secrets, and thus became the perpetrator.

As he became more familiar with the job, March grew increasingly numb to the cries of those suffering.

Even if I don't do these things, someone else will, and besides, no one gave me the right to choose in the first place.

"Do not disobey orders from superiors, do not investigate why, do not think about what will happen tomorrow, at least for this moment you can eat and dress well."

That's what he thought at the time.

However, Miss Anne's appearance brought a completely different color to the world he saw, making him feel an unprecedented hope for the future from the bottom of his heart.

...I never imagined that things would change so much in such a short time. Now, it all seems like a distant memory.

But it is precisely because of this that he feels fortunate to be able to spend each day peacefully.

Whenever I think of this, even the sarcastic remarks around me seem to become much gentler.

"Oh, so the great mage is still working hard? It's so cold outside, I'm about to catch a cold from staying here, so I'll pass." A very glib voice suddenly rang out.

March frowned slightly, but quickly regained his composure.

In a place like the city guard, where hidden talents abound, even someone who seems like an ordinary person might actually be connected to a powerful figure.

March has a very clear understanding of himself.

An ant that is slightly stronger is still an ant. The giant ships of the capital, which can turn the world upside down with a flick of their wrists, can wipe out even the most cohesive ants by sending waves crashing across calm waters.

The young man in front of me, who looked to be in his early twenties, made no attempt to hide the resentment and jealousy in his gaze.

“Your shift today was still less than two hours, failing to meet the patrol department’s work requirements,” March stated the facts impartially.

The young man burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"Is that so? It seems I really am a parasite within the city guard. Why don't you report my name and let the head of the patrol department punish me!"

March looked at him quietly without saying a word.

"What, you don't dare?" the young man said defiantly, plopping down on March's desk.

Although the young man had been quite hostile in his words and attitude since his first day at the company, this was the first time he had confronted the young man so directly.

Seemingly sensing March's slight hesitation about whether to lash out, the young man curled his lip in disdain.

"Tch~ Don't think I don't know your background. You're just a country bumpkin who got lucky and thinks you can come to the capital to beg for food just because you've become a noble magician?" The young man looked down at Machi and reached out to grab his hair.

Just then, footsteps came from outside, and the gate of the patrol office was opened loudly.

Inside the room, a young man sat on a table, reaching out his right hand to ruffle the hair of the man in the chair, the two gazing deeply into each other's eyes.

At this moment, there was a deathly silence.

"...Ahem, Lady Exos, this, this is absolutely not our normal patrol duty!"

Upon seeing this scene, the director of the patrol and defense division turned a deep shade of liver color in an instant.

He hurriedly bowed and scraped as he tried to explain to his two superiors, who were dressed in the Red Rose Squad's elite combat uniform, while inwardly cursing these two lowlifes a hundred times over.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the young man's expression changed drastically, and he moved his bottom off the table.

"Uncle, Uncle!"

"Shut up! You shameless bastard!" Seeing the young man approach, the director kicked him in the leg. "Get out! Lady Aikos has important business to attend to! I'll deal with you later."

Receiving a subtle wink from the other party, the young man suddenly realized that his uncle was trying to cover for him.

"Okay, okay, I'll get out of here right now..."

Aikos remained completely silent throughout the entire farce.

Vera, who was standing to the side, observed for a while and said with great interest, "You people from the Patrol Division have quite a unique way of spending your leisure time."

The Red Rose Squad, a department organized by Bulwer with the highest level of prestige, has solved numerous major cases since its inception, earning a renowned reputation. During missions, these individuals possess authority second only to the city guard commander, and in critical moments, they can even act first and report later. Their daily work is also kept completely secret.

When members of the Red Rose Squad come to investigate, even members of the city guard will be trembling with fear, and the director of the patrol department is no exception.

"No, that's not it, you're joking..."

"You can leave now. This is none of your business," Aikos coldly interrupted him.

“Teach your nephews and nieces a good lesson. If it happens again, you and they will go to jail together to reflect on your actions.”

The director was both anxious and relieved.

"Yes, yes, yes! Lady Aikos and Lady Vera, please proceed. I will order my men not to approach this place."

Chapter 631 Preparing Early

Now, Wayne is not as resistant to his work with the city guard as he used to be.

Perhaps it was because he gradually got used to being recruited by the government, or perhaps it was because he genuinely felt that being able to help others to the best of his ability was not a bad thing.

But the biggest reason at the end of the day is that the city guards pay them quite a high salary, and it wouldn't look good to just take the money and not do any work.

No matter what, this money comes from the hard-earned money of the people, and those who have contributed their labor should receive a reasonable reward.

Moreover, as a special member, Bulwer gave him a high level of authority, which shows his sincerity.

Even within the Red Rose Squad, which holds a prominent position within the city guard, all issues requiring Eikos's assistance are addressed with his prior consent and priority given to Eikos's schedule.

In return, Wayne did indeed solve many cases for the city guards under the identity of Echo.

But this time, he did not come to solve the problem.

“First Street, Brunwell Avenue, does that ring a bell?” Wayne glanced around at the patrol office located in the outer city of the city.

As an agency under the city guard, the uniform magic lamps on the ceiling provided ample light, but other amenities were somewhat lacking. The tables and chairs arranged in cubicles were old and worn, showing obvious signs of damage, and the indoor temperature was similar to the outdoor temperature.

March paused, then stood up somewhat awkwardly. "Yes, that's one of the areas I'm responsible for security in."

Even in the outer city's commoner district, the streets he was in charge of were not exactly bustling areas. Although Brunwell Avenue was named in honor of a great general in the kingdom's history, it wouldn't take an ordinary person more than ten minutes to walk across it. Most of the residents there were ordinary people, and there was relatively little foot traffic.

March didn't recognize the person in front of him, but judging from the respectful attitude of the Director of the Patrol Division, he could guess that this person must be a very powerful superior.

"I heard you haven't been with the company long. Have you looked through the archived files?"

"We've roughly reviewed the records of this post from the last ten years, but the archives for earlier periods have been transferred to the city guard headquarters..."

"So, how many properties are there on First Street, Brunwell Avenue, owned by foreigners and both local and foreign nationals?"

Upon hearing March's answer, Wayne nodded slightly.

Actually, he had already looked up the answer before coming here; he just wanted to test whether March really understood the situation.

After asking a few more questions, Wayne finally revealed his purpose.

"There are a few of them that I need you to lead a team to visit tomorrow under the guise of checking security. I will have this Ms. Vera next to me play the role of an ordinary guard under your command. Don't worry about what she does. Just keep the owners of those houses occupied."

Wayne began skillfully employing a combination of carrot and stick: "If things go well, you'll naturally get some credit. But if things go wrong..."

Even without his detailed explanation, March understood the gravity of the consequences.

Although he wasn't entirely confident, March knew this was the time to make a good impression.

"Your subordinate will never betray your trust!" He bowed solemnly with a confident demeanor that he had practiced countless times in private.

……

Day two.

After changing her clothes, Vera arrived at the meeting place she had agreed to meet the day before.

All the necessary procedures and documents were in place for the search. To cover this, the city guard headquarters even assigned some people to conduct a city-wide security hazard investigation.