Restarting the myth

Wayne spoke quickly and quickly ended the call with Auston. He believed in the minds of social trash and sorted out the process, and the latter would be able to figure out the cause and effect.

Then there is the fight for benefits.

A better tomorrow for everyone except the Queen's Minister.

“With so many young men and women, is this country really okay?”

Wayne muttered that through two ambushes against the Moonlight Church, he saw through the nature of the Ministry of Magic. Free mages had no loyalty at all and were full of internal conflicts. 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.

After seeing through the general trend of the country in Windsor, Wayne was devastated. He expected that he could not change anything by himself, so he decisively joined in, taking the dross and removing the essence, leaving the silt and dyeing it all.

Start from the rubbish of society, work steadily, work towards the rubbish of the Ministry of Magic, and strive to become Alston as soon as possible.

He wants to progress so much!

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Six o'clock in the evening.

High-end restaurants, candlelight dinners, French cuisine.

French cuisine is known as the most elegant cuisine in the continent. It has rich cultural characteristics and romantic style. It has an unshakable position in the Windsor food world.

Because of his eating habits and personal taste, Wayne's gentleman is superficial and rough at heart. He does not taste romance and only sees expensive and complicated table manners.

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

A little girl cares about a man's maturity and stability, and requires a partner to be responsible. Philomena is not a little girl, and subconsciously tends to be a man who is 60% mature + 40% naive.

She can't be too old. Being too mature will have no fun or passion. Being mediocre will only make her older.

She shouldn't be too young or childish, as making noise will only make her irritable.

Wayne is just right, mature and reliable, yet ridiculously naive, and he always makes a ripple in her mood inadvertently.

That is the vitality of youth.

It's shameful to say that Philomena felt that Wayne's most dazzling moment was on that sofa, forcibly applying night cream on her and pressing her down to change stockings.

She had to admit that her heartbeat really accelerated at that moment.

These words cannot be said clearly as they sound like a pervert and undermine the majesty of the high priest.

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

"Don't talk about work while eating."

Philomena glanced at the roses in the glass vase. Her appearance and temperament should be praised on such occasions. Talking about money would ruin the atmosphere.

Wayne followed his gaze and saw that the glass vase was covered with roses. His expression was solemn, thinking about the deep meaning.

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

Auntie, are you a little too hasty?

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

"It's too perfunctory, use some snacks."

"The necklace is so white!"

"This one is blue..."

Philomena lowered her head and went home to change into an evening dress for the candlelight dinner. The neckline was neither high nor low. She had a lot of money and was indeed quite white.

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

The movie in the evening was still a private one. It was an old love story, with Wayne standing in the perspective of future generations, and the twists and turns of the plot were nothing new.

The only thing worthy of praise is that the hero and heroine come together, there is no iceberg or sinking ship.

Philomena was filled with joy when she saw it. She had a small notebook in which she recorded the regrets that she wanted to do but didn't do before she was thirty. She crossed out several things in the past two days and felt that her life was a lot more complete.

Back at the manor, Wayne was able to enter the palace, but instead drank black tea in the high priest's bedroom.

Listening to music and drinking tea, the dressing table in front of me is filled with bottles and cans.

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

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

Wayne divided the cosmetics into categories, pointing to beauty products such as skin care and moisturizing, and said: "These are enough. You are a golden mage. Your life essence is powerful. The wind element is enough to keep you young forever. Throw away the other cosmetics."

"Very expensive."

Philomena said reluctantly that it had just been opened and had not been used a few times, so it would be a pity to throw it away.

"It sounds like you are short of money."

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

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 pained face and sat in front of the makeup mirror angrily, pointing at the night cream to let her boss know more about it.

Wayne never refuses such excessive demands. He applies night cream on his fingertips and brushes it against the white neck of the swan. As the applied area spreads, his hands have already reached into the collar of his bathrobe.

Philomena clapped her hand on her chest and warned Wayne not to forget the bet. Some things and some people have to pay for what they get.

Impossible, not taking the initiative or refusing = irresponsibility, the formula will not deceive people.

Having said that, Wayne still avoided the high ridge, pulled up a chair and sat down, raising one long leg to wipe off the night cream.

Seeing how well-behaved he was, Philomena felt a little regretful. When she saw the suitcase placed beside the bed, her eyes lit up: "The new model you designed?"

"It's not about design, it's exotic, I borrowed it a bit."

"What country?"

"It's not on the map."

"..."

Isn’t that what you designed?

After wiping off the night cream, Philomena opened her suitcase, picked up the cheongsam and looked at it. It was indeed exotic, at least she had never seen anything similar in style.

It's just that the splay is a bit high, almost reaching the waist.

"Are you sure this dress will sell?"

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

Philomena nodded, turned her back to Wayne and untied her bathrobe, looked back with a smile, and put the cheongsam on.

The body language is elegant, that is, the movements are very slow, and the whole process is beneficial.

"It's too slow. Let me help you."

Wayne rubbed his hands and stepped forward, willing to help others regardless of whether the other party agreed or not, and fastened the buttons on Philomena's collar while she struggled.

The high priest didn't have much knowledge, but she had no self-awareness. She was a typical dishonest and fun-loving person. Before Wayne did anything, she was a little confused and obsessed.

Just making a bet, I really don’t know where she got the confidence.

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

An honest person deserves to take over, right?

Wayne looked at the beautiful woman in his arms and his Adam's apple twitched. It was a good deal, but it wasn't that he couldn't take it.

Philomena hugged Wayne's neck, extremely proud of her charm, and secretly said, "Looking at your expression, I won the bet."

With the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, Wayne couldn't help but feel distracted, but when it came to winning or losing, he immediately woke up, pushed Philomena away, and lay stretched out on the bed.

He will strike in the form of prey.

The atmosphere disappeared in an instant. Philomena stood by the bed with a black line on her face. She raised her hand to brush the long hair around her ears, crossed her arms and sneered to herself.

If you have the ability to continue, I want to see how long you can persist! 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 told you that it was not yet on the market and could not be given to Philomena. I kept my word and took it off with my own hands.

While driving, the cold breath of death surrounds me, and my reason comes online to get rid of all kinds of negative effects.

Especially the little head Balabala's advice, about self-sacrifice, spirit of sacrifice, and fighting for brothers, is very touching at first glance, but when you think about it carefully, it is all selfishness and only cares about your own happiness.

It’s okay if you don’t want this little head!

Wayne's sanity was online, and the blocking was not enough, so he directly arranged a ban.

If he hadn't been nostalgic, considering how many years the brothers have been together, they would have parted ways tonight.

Philomena smells very good and is crazy enough. It really tastes sweet to her. She dares to report the matter to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow, and Wayne will be arranged to receive the certificate the day after tomorrow.

A selfish woman like this who doesn't know how to share is better left alone.

Wayne didn't panic at all. It was so easy to hang him on a tree. His negative emotions were cleared every night and reset every twenty-four hours. There was no way he could lose.

Philomena, on the other hand, must be very hard after accumulating so much pressure!

It’s not clear who the prey is!

“Jiejiejie————”

…

Landau Manor.

Wayne drove to a stop and saw Auston wrapped in bandages in the study.

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

"The minister is already aware of today's events and has grounded all senior officials of the Ministry of Magic."

Auston played with the ancient silver coins, and Meghan set up a soundproof barrier. He was not worried about the leakage of the processing results, and made it clear: "Several legendary wizards are at the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic. Before the traitor is found, the minister's signature is required to approve the entry and exit of the Ministry of Magic. "

"The Minister must be very disappointed, right?"

"More than a disappointment..."

Auston shook his head and smiled: "Because I am not a legendary mage, and because you have saved people before, I was not grounded and received the task of investigating the traitor."

With power in hand, he can make a lot of money, and his life has reached a new peak, and Wayne is much more pleasing to the eye.

He shrugged his nose and was very dissatisfied: "The smell of perfume on your body is too strong. I know what the high priest wants to do, and I also know what you want to do. There are some advantages that you can't just take advantage of. Stay away from her, don't Get stuck in."

Indeed, I almost fell into it tonight.

Wayne nodded and said: "Don't worry, I understand the truth, and I can always do it if I don't want to be a womanizer."

"..."

"Auston?!"

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

"Nothing practical?"

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

Preferably ancient silver coins!

If that doesn't work, the Queen can consider it.

"This is an honor, which represents the recognition of the minister. When honors are accumulated to a certain level, it is status. With status, you can pay yourself a salary."

Auston was very attentive in cultivating Wayne, teaching social garbage science step by step, and he did not hesitate to make a fool of himself for this: "For example, if I become the leader of the investigation team, I am higher than all the legendary mages in terms of status, and I can ask them for anything openly. The advantage is that you can also make a big fuss about your investigation report..."

"The Moonlight Church bullied you, and the high priest insulted you. You have paid a lot for 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 pointed out three fingers.

Thirty percent, he will not treat himself badly.

The investigative reports would be sensational, and the more Wayne made, the more he made.

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

Wayne expressed that he had learned a lesson and asked about the purpose of coming tonight: "Which legendary mage is targeting me? If you mess around like this, it will only expose the fact that the Ministry of Magic is at odds, and you will eventually lose your own interests. What are you thinking about?"

Wayne couldn't understand, he just thought the Ministry of Magic was stupid.

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

The only disadvantage of free mages is that they can't find a way to rise. Unlike magicians who come from the church, their future path is clear. Even if there are overt and covert fights, they are limited to within the church.

"What do you mean, there have been traitors in the Ministry of Magic before?"

"There have been a few times, and they've all been covered up."

Auston's tone is very playful. Rather than covering up, it is more about peer competition, stabbing his good brother/friend before they rebel, and maximizing his own interests.

This attack on Moonlight Church was no exception. The script had been written a long time ago. The difference was that enthusiastic people who had not passed by before tore open the fig leaf and let the truth be revealed to the world.

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

Wayne lamented: "It's so hard to be a good person. It's really not easy for me."

Auston felt uncomfortable hearing this. He waved his hand and told Wayne to get out and go somewhere else to express his feelings. 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 wouldn't go to Xiaobaicai's to make a miserable sale, so he didn't remind him to pay attention to the smell of perfume on his body.

韦恩的确没有大晚上找揍的想法，那晚给维罗妮卡上龙血，后者动容不已，放下羞耻心说了一大堆情话。

What chases you to the end of the world, persists until death, and won’t let go until death...

The words were full of sincerity, which made Wayne feel embarrassed at the time. He didn't even know that Veronica was so proactive.

In comparison, Chris is too inactive.

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Wayne House.

Chrissy heard footsteps in the corridor, opened the door and poked her head in, waving to Wayne and asking him to hurry into the room to talk.

Very anxious.

Wayne complained that Chris was not active, but saw that she was impatient and thought he had gone to the wrong door.

He looked around, it was Wayne House, yes, and it wasn't Philomena across the way.

One wave after another, what happened?

"Wayne, come here quickly." Chrissy called softly.

"Don't be so quiet, Willy isn't here tonight." Wayne said carelessly.

Chris blushed, grabbed Wayne and dragged him into the bedroom. Willie was indeed not there, but there was a housekeeper and a maid at home, so she would definitely get the wrong idea.

"What on earth is going on in such a hurry?"

Wayne put down his suitcase and asked puzzledly: "Senior teacher, didn't you ask for leave? Why did you come here to stay overnight again 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 itinerary today. Don't leave anything out. Tell it all."

"Mysterious..."

Wayne didn't know why, so he said truthfully: "I acted as a tour guide today and accompanied your high priest to visit the museum. After dinner, I went to Landau Manor. I was so busy that the last stop was your bedroom."

It's all true, just ignore some of the plot.

"Have you gone to see Veronica?" Chris' voice rose and almost broke.

Wayne picked his ears: "Is there something wrong?"

"No, it can't be done."

Chris grabbed Wayne's hand and hesitated to speak. She didn't dare to reveal the truth, so she could only say: "Veronica is not suitable for you, but Willy is very good. Believe me, you can't go there." together."

"???"

A series of question marks floated across Wayne's forehead. As far as he understood, this was not Chris's character.

"Anyway, you can't be together!"

Chris took the dignity of her two friends into consideration, and hoped that Wayne would realize it himself, and then said: "There is also the high priest, she has no good intentions, please stay away from her."

"She really has no good intentions!"

Wayne nodded with a serious face, opened his collar, and waved his hand to stir up the wind: "Do you smell it? It's all her perfume. She sprayed it on me with the perfume bottle, and even touched my hand while eating."

"You won't resist?"

Boss Chris was not happy, and she despised it in her heart. As expected of the high priest, she played so innocently, without any astringency at all.

You can't hook up with Wayne like this!

Keep it up!

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

Wayne sighed. Life is not only about poetry and distant places, but also about the immediate situation. 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 this, where did the high priest get the information from?"

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