Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 308 - 156: Execution Platform (Thanks to the leader ’Silent is better than a sheng’ for the reward)_2

Chapter 308: Chapter 156: Execution Platform (Thanks to the leader ’Silent is better than a sheng’ for the reward)_2

Veronica had a black circle drawn around her right eye, and Chris’s face was adorned with six scraggly mustaches, as the command had come down from the highest authority, they couldn’t resist.

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Wayne burst out laughing on the spot, chasing after the laughter, not giving any face at all.

Then he got stamped—an £.

It was the currency symbol of Windsor, a bold, black mark drawn on Wayne’s forehead.

The tables had turned, now it was Veronica and Chris who were chasing after him, laughing.

Wayne didn’t feel wronged, which was a good thing; it showed that Villy didn’t see him as an outsider.

There were still a few college-aged girls at the scene who didn’t get stamped by the king, the privileged ones were either Villy’s best female friends or the seniors from the gymnasium, all favorites of Villy.

Aside from those elders who had helped to raise Villy, among the peers, Wayne was the only male who was stamped.

Meaningful indeed.

Main Coach Dick rolled his eyes.

He had a sun drawn on his forehead, and there were several other coaches and their wives with the same mark—all members of the Sun Church.

As the main coach, to show distinction, the sun on Dick’s forehead was one size larger than everyone else’s.

But Wayne had his exclusive symbol!

That was quite maddening!

"You, the guy with money growing on his forehead, today you’re the prince!" Villy raised her hand, pointing at Wayne, wearing white gloves, complementing her princess dress beautifully.

You’re probably not lacking a prince, are you?

Wayne raised an eyebrow, placed a hand on his chest in acquiescence, and trotted with the gift box to Villy, lifting her hand and kissing it on the gloves.

"At your command, My Princess."

Villy smiled with delight, and Wayne also smiled subtly—the neckline of My Princess’ dress was somewhat low, giving the prince an excellent view from his superior position.

No other intentions, his motives were very pure.

His luck had been shooting up recently, and upon reflection, he concluded it must be because he had seen plenty of ’assets.’

To prevent any dip in fortune, better to take in some more.

"My Princess, I think this is inappropriate!"

Dick’s tall figure suddenly stood behind Wayne, his muscles steaming with heat, making Wayne’s skin crawl without even looking back, feeling the fierce gaze.

"What’s inappropriate, My Princess will do what she wants to do, no need for your interjection."

Wayne positioned himself behind Villy, whispered in her ear, "This man disregards the king’s orders, he must harbor ill intentions, in my view, if he dares to defy today, he might rebel tomorrow, by law he should receive the maximum penalty."

"Makes sense."

Villy nodded sternly, her small hand waving: "Guards, push the coachman to the Execution Platform."

Dick’s face darkened; it seemed he had a part to play as a coachman.

But why was Wayne a prince, while he only fit to be a coachman?

Dick knew why, it just that, like someone else, he didn’t want to accept the harsh reality; seeing that two ’soldiers’ really came forward, grabbing his arms from both sides, he hurriedly spoke up, "My Princess, it doesn’t matter if I die, but he absolutely can’t play the prince, just look at his lecherous face, how is that prince-like?"

I’m lecherous and I like it, I advise you to not meddle!

After much mayhem, primarily because two maids risked their necks to speak up, Wayne didn’t get to play the prince, he was demoted to a princess’ knight.

Dick received a small sign, wore it around his neck, and was sent to stand in the corner as punishment.

[The coachman’s body, dead at the Execution Platform]

Villy: If it weren’t for you leading the charge, I would have had a prince.

Dick: (눈_눈)

The birthday party lasted until five in the afternoon, with Villy’s classmates leaving first, and Villy sitting amidst a pile of gifts, enjoying the fun of opening blind boxes.

Setting aside the gifts from the elders, the classmates who had just entered society had limited means, so their gifts were very ordinary.

Villy wasn’t disdainful, she liked each one very much.

Veronica gave her a potted Sunflower, which she had nurtured by hand; during the day, the flower would face the sun, and at night, it would face Villy.

Considering that she came from a somewhat wealthy family and was herself a bit of a rich girl, a gift personally prepared was more sincere.

Chris gave a string of white bracelets, also handcrafted by her, a magical tool engraved with the faith in moonlight, capable of dispelling negative energy, rejuvenating the body and spirit of its wearer in battle, and steadying the mind.

Villy liked it very much and immediately promoted the two to senior maids.

Next was Wayne’s gift.

Tearing open the packaging, inside was a rectangular wooden box, from which Villy guessed, by its size, that it contained a Knight’s Sword.

Upon opening it indeed was so, and though the surprise was slightly diminished, she still loved it very much, gripping the hilt to swing it a couple of times.

"Thank you, Wayne, this gift is very special, I like it a lot."

"My Princess, it’s not the gift that’s special, it’s you."

"Hee hee..."

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Dick, seeing at a glance the value of the Knight’s Sword, silently pulled Wayne into the corner, throwing an arm around his shoulder, "Isn’t this gift a little too valuable for a birthday present?"

Dick thought the Knight’s Sword was too precious; if by Wayne’s birthday, Villy couldn’t present a gift of equal value, she might give it away in a fit of anger.

Dick was thinking too small, Wayne had no such malicious intent, his intentions were even more devious.

Just as a Goddess could not satisfy his desires, he wanted not one tree, but the whole forest. Strictly adhering to a balanced strategy of ’keeping it even,’ he wouldn’t make a move on any of them without maximizing the intimacy level with all.

So, Wayne could assure Dick with confidence that he had precautions in place, and the homicide that the latter worried about wouldn’t happen.