Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 309 - 156: Execution Platform (Thanks to the leader ’Silent is better than a sheng’ for the reward)_3

Chapter 309: Chapter 156: Execution Platform (Thanks to the leader ’Silent is better than a sheng’ for the reward)_3

Before, Wayne, with his dubious intentions and pretty face, Dick would’ve punched him without hesitation, but not anymore. Now that Wayne is a reserve Knight, even with dissatisfaction, he can only grumble instead of using violence at will.

It’s really annoying!

...

The birthday party is over.

Veronica takes a car back to the Randao Family, and Kriss leaves in Wayne’s car.

Today, Vili did not follow them.

With so many elders at home, her little tricks were seen through. Under Dick’s instruction, aunts swarmed around her and pinned her down.

Veronica’s family is all support, while Vili is surrounded by enemies.

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Wayne Manor.

The study.

The teacher and the student had endless snacks at the birthday party, and for dinner, they only had some pastries and tea, starting tonight’s tutoring session early.

During the lesson, Wayne was very serious; he needed the new knowledge.

Kriss’ teaching was also very serious, and Wayne saw she had a talent for teaching, especially her patience with students.

A good thing; the children won’t lack preschool education in the future.

Elsewhere, Mona arrived uninvited, and the tutoring session had already started. She sat alone in the dining room, finding the service of the Butler and maids quite awkward.

She had come for Wayne, wanting him to see her, not really for the food.

Well, it’s actually delicious!

In Philark’s expectation, Mona won’t be the future mistress, but the master is kind and values old ties; it was impossible for him to turn his back so easily. There would always be a place for her in the home, hence the treatment on par with that of the mistress.

Philark: Eat more, eat well, the master’s coming-of-age ceremony is in your hands.

Mona had no idea of Philark’s intentions and just thought he was an excellent Butler, worthy of her master; even the Butler was so gentle.

After dinner, Mona sat in the living room for a while, realizing that she wouldn’t be able to meet the master today, and left with a touch of regret.

It’s quite disheartening.

...

The second-floor study.

The tutoring session ended at ten o’clock.

As Kriss closed the textbook, a beautifully wrapped gift box appeared in front of her. She was puzzled and looked at Wayne.

"I missed your birthday last time; I wasn’t there. I missed it."

Wayne placed the gift box on the desk, "The present back then was picked out by Veronica on my behalf. I’ve always remembered it and prepared this as an apology specially for you."

Wayne not only missed Kriss’ birthday in July but also missed Veronica’s birthday in May and the college graduation ceremony.

At that time, he had been warned by a big shot’s concrete bucket and had to move to the remote countryside. Afterwards, he met Hefei and due to the status of the High Priest teacher, he returned to Lundan and lived under an assumed name for a while.

Long-term offline, he gained a lot, but also missed out on a lot.

Upon hearing this, Kriss smiled faintly, "I really liked the gift Veronica prepared for you, so this one isn’t necessary. You don’t have to worry about it."

"Even so, I’ve already given it to you, and there’s no reason to take it back."

Wayne grabbed Kriss’ hand and placed it on the gift box, "Just open it and if you don’t like it, I’ll take it back; is that okay?"

This unnecessary gesture clearly had an ulterior motive, but Kriss, not discerning that, was quite touched. She politely unwrapped the package to reveal another rectangular wooden box.

She guessed it contained a short sword.

Indeed, it was a short sword, but its value far exceeded her expectations.

The short sword’s exterior was smooth as a mirror, sparkling with faint moonlight, light in weight, with the hilt adorned by a water-blue gemstone.

The delicate Magic pattern work was exquisite, adding a sense of mystery to the sword, a cold grace that was beautiful to the extreme.

Kriss loved it at first sight, but she shook her head to dismiss her desire, refusing, "It’s too precious and too special; I can’t accept it."

"Kriss, it’s not the gift that’s special; it’s you."

"..."

Kriss: Wait a minute, that sounds familiar.