Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 576 - 245 More Suitable for Adult Physique_3

Saina watched Wayne intently, speaking of Hefei and referring to him as "teacher" with every other breath. She felt immense envy, wishing she had such an obedient child.

"Saina, I’ve studied the maps you provided me before. If I’m not mistaken, the higher-ups can arrange competitors, just like how the neighbors of Villa No. 4 are from Villa No. 8—everything is within the higher-ups’ control."

Wayne said, "If they arrange for Odilia and me to enter the same map and I defeat her, I will voluntarily withdraw from the Holy Maiden selection."

"It’s going to be tough. Flora became the Holy Maiden because the Pope manipulated from behind the scenes. She was discarded because her ambition was too great. Recently, she convinced the Pope to allow one of her students to become one of the candidates the Pope supports. To make room, the Pope gave up on an outstanding candidate that had been groomed for fifteen years."

Saina said, "Flora’s student is quite extraordinary and definitely stands out. She might not be your match, but she won’t be easily eliminated—the Pope won’t allow it."

"It doesn’t matter. Without Odilia, the Pope still has other options, doesn’t he?" Wayne indicated that such matters were beyond him, above his pay grade; this was Saina’s concern, not his.

Saina had to follow his demands if she wanted him.

Saina took a deep breath, her frustration growing as she looked at Wayne, cursing Austin inwardly for stealing her student, and for fathering such a specimen.

That specimen had such a remarkable talent!

It was indeed enchanting!

Saina indicated it was possible, but she needed time. After their discussion, their relationship had shifted from a master-disciple lineage to that of collaborators.

There were no emotions involved, only interests, which suited adults better.

"Wayne, when you become a God-chosen Knight, remember to support me for Pope. No matter what, I am Hefei’s teacher."

"Of course, provided you lift the curse laid on teacher Hefei."

Wayne extended his hand with a smile. "I hope you will always be my teacher, Saina."

"I hope so too."

They shook hands, and Saina disappeared into the villa.

Wayne closed his eyes to sense his surroundings but couldn’t detect any spatial fluctuations. Saina’s ability to come and go as she pleased, her power, was more frightening than he had anticipated.

Veronica came down the stairs and paused with a curious look.

She had heard everything.

Wayne smiled slightly and beckoned Veronica to sit beside him on the couch.

Wayne wrapped an arm around his sister. "What’s the matter? You seem down. Remember, don’t eavesdrop next time; it’s not a good habit."

"I wasn’t eavesdropping. She didn’t set up a soundproof barrier."

Veronica looked at Wayne worriedly and leaned on his shoulder, speaking softly, "Mother said she’s very bad. Is it really okay to work with her?"

"What other choice is there?"

"Is it because of the Dragon Blood Curse? You’re worried about mother, and that’s why you’re cooperating with her, right?"

"And the lovable Sister Veronica," Wayne offered with timely sweet talk.

Veronica’s heart didn’t race, nor did her cheeks blush. She enjoyed the affection, covering Wayne’s eyes and giving a peck on the corner of his mouth.

A dragonfly skimming the water.

Beneath the water, a fish latched onto the dragonfly and refused to let go.

Veronica stuttered for a moment, exerting a good deal of effort to push away the social refuse and lowered her head to press her lips, "Wayne, will you become a Naturalist Knight?"

"It’s hard to say. Actually, I would prefer to be a Dragon Knight." Wayne drew his dagger.

The map was inscribed on the dagger.

"Be serious!"

"I am being very serious. I didn’t even mention you becoming the knight of a Naturalist Knight!"

Bang!

Veronica punched the face of the social refuse and then kissed him again. "Be careful, don’t get fooled by that woman."

"I understand. Leave it to me to handle. We can’t rely on Austin. All he knows is making money and burning warehouses. In critical moments, I have to be the one at the forefront."

Wayne took the opportunity to throw shade at Austin while he continued his conversation with Veronica, "Saina doesn’t understand me, but you do. Don’t tell anyone about the Protogenos Bloodline."

Seeing the malevolence and hateful smile on the social refuse’s face, Veronica felt a surge of security and hugged him tightly.

It was so good that she had walked into the Wayne Detective Agency that night!

Just as she was thinking this, the image of Villi smirking wickedly popped into her mind.

Veronica frowned fiercely. She hadn’t wanted to join the Detective Agency initially; she had planned on going fishing, but Villi had goaded her into it.

It’s really annoying, that guy is everywhere. Anyone who didn’t know any better would think that Veli had come first.

With that thought, Veronica pushed Wayne away and punched him in the face.

It’s all your fault, why do you have to be so likable?

"Bastard! Die!"

Wayne didn’t give it much thought and, watching Veronica’s puffed-up back as she stormed away, he put it down to another bout of her tsundere illness. It was always like this: any progress they made would be reset soon after.

"I can’t say there hasn’t been any progress, though. Today there was kissing and hugging, and it was all her initiative."

Wayne got the message: Veronica had kissed him twice and punched him once, then left a lingering image, which clearly meant he should see her at three in the morning—no, three o’clock tonight, in her bedroom.

But first...

Wayne pushed open the door to his room and strolled into the small woods, letting his fingertips graze the greenery as his mind opened and saw the mandrill.

"Great Prophet Tubie, you were looking for me?"

"Candidate Wayne, have you given it any thought?"

"I’ve thought about it for days, and I think it’s best to stay grounded. My dream isn’t to become the Great Prophet. That’s aiming too high," Wayne said earnestly, repeating the same lines he’d told Saina.

Let’s cut the crap, we’re all adults here. There’s no need to pretend we’re on good terms.

The mandrill had an odd look on its face and probed, "What did High Priestess Saina say to you again? Don’t get emotional; she’s not trustworthy."

"She didn’t talk about feelings, she laid her cards out on the table and spoke only of benefits. Now it’s your turn to make an offer."

"..."

The turn of events was too sudden; the mandrill was a bit stunned but composed itself to haggle.

After a full ten minutes of negotiation, the price was finally settled.

"Candidate Wayne, I can tell you some of the legacy that only a Great Prophet can master in advance, but you must swear to the Goddess that no matter what you hear, you can’t reveal it," said the mandrill with a grave expression.

Wayne agreed promptly and made a vow to his loyal Goddess according to the mandrill’s request.

As for which Goddess, this being the Naturalism Church, it could only be the natural sciences teacher in the infirmary.

Mini skirt, suspender stockings, holding a stethoscope, extremely gentle.

"History is missing a part; the original Life Alliance included not only nature, the sun, and moonlight, but also darkness and death. Even now, you can still see traces of the Dark Elves..."

The mandrill said slowly, "It’s normal that you feel something is missing. Darkness and death—only by mastering these two faiths can you better communicate with nature."

"Great Prophet, are you serious?"

Wayne’s scalp tingled at the sensation of uncovering forbidden knowledge. Was this something a child like him should know?

"These are my conjectures, and the results have proven me correct..."

After all this talk, it turns out you’re also a Liberty Mage. No wonder you get along with Planck.

Wayne looked at the mandrill in surprise. The Great Prophet had learned three types of Faith Magic and had secretly mastered those of darkness and death. This guy...

Could he be a double-crosser?

Wayne shuddered, "Great Prophet, do the other executives know about this? I mean, do the other high-ups also control other types of Faith Magic?"

"They probably don’t know," the mandrill shook its head.

The top brass of the Naturalism Church might not know, but those of the Dark Church...

It was a shameful thing to admit, but years ago, to substantiate his theories and acquire the Divine Arts of darkness, he had made an unspeakable deal with the high-ups of the Dark Church.

That was something he couldn’t reveal; knowing it himself was enough.

"Great Prophet Tubie, I appreciate your sincerity. Unless something unexpected happens, I’ll withdraw from the Holy Maiden selection soon, but..."

"You need to arrange a competitor for me, and I must defeat her to withdraw."

After some discussion, the mandrill reluctantly agreed to take care of it.

"One more thing: Candidate Wayne, be careful, someone is targeting you."

"Who is it?"

"It’s not clear. It could be the Pope or some other high-up. My two students received a letter..."

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