360: Chapter 173 Your Hairstyle is Very Dangerous_3 360: Chapter 173 Your Hairstyle is Very Dangerous_3 Wayne: (=_=)
“Lady Collins, this wasn’t on my schedule.
Are you adding scenes on your own?”
Wayne smiled at Yvette, and without having to speak, he received an encouraging look that ant she was telling him to go ahead boldly for the sake of the nation and not to be shy.
Wayne: “Lady, look carefully, she’s about to devour soone!”
Yvette: “Young man, don’t say such terrible things to your elders.”
Philona watched the exchange of glances between them with a smile, but her anger grew.
Damn Windsor, did she really think Philona was such a shaless woman!
Her gaze shifted to Wayne.
The goodwill of the Magic Departnt, huh?
Heh, she gladly accepted it.
Philona, feigning a drunken state of being overwheld by alcohol, left the white office building with the gentlemanly support of Wayne.
During their departure, she misstepped several tis, stepping directly on Wayne’s feet.
“Sorry, I’ve drunk a bit too much, Mister Wayne.
Are you alright?”
“It’s what I deserve.”
“Sorry, stepped on you again.”
“…”
Watching the two leave, Yvette shook her head.
She couldn’t quite understand; it didn’t feel like love.
After pondering for a mont, Yvette roughly understood and conjured up a narrative in her mind about pulling up the pants and playing disappearing act, followed by being caught.
“Young people these days, such complicated relationships.
Can’t they just properly practice magic?”
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A black luxury car stopped at an estate in the West District of Lundan.
This place was property of the Moonlight Church and would serve as Philona’s private residence for the foreseeable future.
Philona stepped out of the car with her eyes fixed on Wayne.
Dorin approached, curious as to why Philona had brought soone from the Magic Departnt back with her.
“I don’t want to talk about official matters tonight.
We’ll discuss them at the Church’s stronghold tomorrow.”
Philona continued to stare at Wayne, “I would appreciate it if Mister Wayne could keep company a little longer.
I’m very curious to see how the Magic Departnt intends to shirk its responsibility.”
“It’s all a misunderstanding; my presence alone can prove everything.”
“Let’s talk inside.”
It wasn’t a situation of a man alone with a woman; the estate was large, and two stern-looking female mages had also moved in.
The two won, both striking but identical in appearance, naturally scored extra points on account of their resemblance.
Wayne sat upright in the living room, drinking tea, behaving with perfect decorum and without a smile.
The two female mages stood by his side until, an hour later, Philona appeared in the living room wearing a bathrobe.
Her long legs were faintly visible, and her long hair was tied back into a ponytail, casually resting on one shoulder.
Wayne’s eyelid twitched, “Auntie, your hairstyle is very dangerous!”
“Vernar, Deit, this doesn’t concern you anymore, I would like to speak with Mister Wayne alone,” Philona said.
Following the High Priest’s order, the twin female mages left the living room and set up two enchantnts: one for soundproofing and the other as a barrier.
Wayne’s eyelid twitched again.
He could understand soundproofing, but closing the door was really unnecessary.
He stood up and took the initiative to say, “High Priest, it’s getting late, and staying up can be a woman’s greatest beauty adversary.
I won’t disturb your rest further.”
“Mister Wayne, the Magic Departnt didn’t send you here to drink tea.
Don’t you want to clear up the misunderstanding?”
Philona snorted, “Seeing you appear at the airport worried .
I feared I’d been tricked by the Magic Departnt again!”
Wayne tried to explain, “Is it possible that the Magic Departnt didn’t deceive you and that there really is a traitor?
Otherwise, I wouldn’t attack one of my own.
It doesn’t make logical sense…”
The explanation had a diocre effect, and Philona pointed out a flaw directly, “That’s a grudge within the Magic Departnt.
You are one of them, and you could not have possibly failed to recognize a Dragon Blood Modification.”
“I only joined the Magic Departnt a couple of days ago,” Wayne said with considerable grievance.
“A Golden Mage just joined the Magic Departnt?” Philona scoffed, “Since when did Windsor’s Magic Departnt beco so extravagant that even a Golden Mage has to queue?”
“I’m not a Golden Mage…”
Wayne mumbled under his breath, concisely relaying the truth, “The Magic Departnt has a traitor.
The Royal Family is very eager to cooperate with the Moonlight Church.
My presence in Luzelburg was an accident.
They arranged for to be the Brand Ambassador because I’m too kind-hearted, ddling in others’ affairs to save you.
Letting you order around is my punishnt.”
“Being punished for being the good guy?” Philona’s brows furrowed, as she pondered.
“Exactly,” Wayne added while giving a thumbs-up, “Actually, I’m also a victim.
If you really sought revenge against , not only would you have fallen for the Magic Departnt’s trick, but the world would also lose one passionate and virtuous good guy.”
“A virtuous Mister Jack?”
“…”
Philona scoffed, believing Wayne was trying to deceive her a second ti.
Did she look easy to deceive?
“Do as you please, but just to be clear, I won’t be giving you the sword back.” Wayne lay on the sofa, thinking he’d be a fool to play the good guy again in the future.
Philona let out two cold laughs and sat down next to Wayne, seductively saying, “It’s clear you have a lot of resentnt towards the Magic Departnt.
They don’t deserve your kindness.
Have you considered joining the Moonlight Church instead?”
“…”
Wayne looked bewildered.
What kind of turn was this?
Had it all co full circle?
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