Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 313 - 158 Questioning Austin, Understanding Austin, Becoming Austin

Chapter 313: Chapter 158 Questioning Austin, Understanding Austin, Becoming Austin

Austin, carrying his suitcase, left the study with steady steps and a solemn expression.

Anyone who didn’t know better would think he was charging into battle for justice!

Watching Austin’s retreating figure, Wayne was filled with mixed emotions. He knew certain death awaited him, but for the sake of Sei Sei, he had chosen to be recklessly brave—how tragic.

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Wayne genuinely admired him for a whole 0.25 seconds, eagerly anticipating the drama that was about to unfold.

He had a premonition that tonight someone would become a human cannon, blasted far away with a bang, and he couldn’t wait to get to the front row on the lawn downstairs.

What a pity the servants were professionally trained, otherwise setting up a little stall downstairs would have made a fortune.

A moment later, Wayne turned to Butler Megan who was following him and, after a bit of thought—seeing through the truth—advised her, "Megan, you don’t need to follow me, I won’t be meeting Miss tonight."

As a mere passerby, Wayne approved of Megan’s actions surveilling the pervert to protect the miss. She was a loyal and devoted butler, second only to Philark.

As the heir, Megan’s actions were unnecessary. Strict surveillance would only delay the birth of young Master Lando.

Eventually, it would not only offend the young master and miss but also bring blame from the old master and his wife.

Austin didn’t mention anything about a son-in-law, and the word "engagement" wasn’t brought up at all, but this was his final stubbornness. Not mentioning it didn’t mean it wasn’t established, he was just being stubborn.

From Wayne’s perspective, he was no saint. He wouldn’t neglect his own family for the sake of being Hefei’s student, silently dedicating his life to the Lando Family.

To make the horse run, you must feed it grass!

From Austin’s perspective, an outsider with no blood relation becoming the heir was not secure, his vast wealth would sooner or later be transferred to someone else’s name.

This is my horse, I’m taking over!

Letting an outsider continue the bloodline, achieving a binding of interests, it’s a scenario where both parties get what they need, and everyone is happy.

According to the formula’s deduction, Wayne becoming the heir = Austin has sold off his daughter.

Wayne glanced at Megan and thought, ’The old master has sold off his daughter, and the lady is counting the money. I’d advise you not to meddle, or you’ll end up guarding the door.’

With an expressionless face, Megan said, "Young master, this is the lady’s intention. She said you’re in danger."

"Huh?!"

Wayne laughed, "What danger could I possibly be in? Off you go, come back with a better excuse."

Megan pondered for a moment, "If that’s your command, I’m willing to carry it out."

With that, she turned and left.

"Getting all worked up for nothing, how could I possibly be in dan..."

Wait, there’s a murderous aura!

Wayne tensed up, assuming a defensive posture, and looked toward the end of the hallway from where the killing intent emanated.

What kind of assassin dares to intrude into the Lando Family to kill the great young master + heir?

In his sight, Veronica peeked out, smiling as she beckoned him with her hand.

Veronica: |◡≖)و

Her smile was very sweet.

Turns out it’s the miss, no worries then.

Wayne stood silently, a droplet of cold sweat running down his brow; in his memory, Veronica had never smiled so brilliantly.

"Megan, I think the teacher was right. I need you to accompany me for the journey ahead."

"Megan?"

Wayne turned his head, but Megan was nowhere to be seen; she had long since disappeared.

"Wayne, come over here, I have something to tell you."

"It’s fine to talk here."

"...x2"

Seeing Wayne’s disobedience, Veronica stepped out from around the corner with a cold laugh, "Then I’ll come over. Stand there and don’t move, don’t you dare go anywhere."

As if I would stand still!

Wayne turned his head and dashed, rushing into the study. He quickly reached the windowsill, elegantly vaulted over it, and leapt out.

"Dammit, don’t run!"

"Only a fool wouldn’t run!"

Wayne landed on his knees, dissipating the momentum of his descent, then dashed straight for the small woods at the far end of the lawn.

The hundred-meter sprint failed as Wayne was caught by Veronicas after just fifty meters.

"No way, you transformed too?"

Catching a glimpse of the faint white light on Veronica’s arm, Wayne immediately condemned her for cheating.

Veronica merely laughed coldly, like an Evil Dragon snatching a princess to a wicked castle, dragging Wayne by the collar to her own private villa.

Click!

The door locked from the inside.

Wayne thought about running but was hung up on the wall by his collar by Veronica.

This time he didn’t resist. Dragon Blood was no ordinary thing, and a regular person couldn’t handle it; he figured there would be many such interactions in the future, and it was time to start getting his body used to it from now on.

Old Login had adjusted quite well.

Question Austin, understand Austin, become Austin!

"Tell me, how did you hook up with that damned Mister Lando?" Veronica’s eyes blazed with rage, wishing she could tear Wayne into seven pieces.

What does it mean to be an heir? Did these bastards only care about family interests, without considering her feelings?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, the itchier her fists felt, and right in front of her was a particularly annoying face ready to be hit. She raised her fist...

...but she didn’t punch!

Remembering Hefei’s words, she refrained from hitting Wayne.

"It’s a long story that started over seven months ago. I was having a potato feast at home when a Magician Girl in a Black Robe barged into the Detective Agency..."

"Shut up, get to the point."

Veronica punched Wayne in the face, unable to hold back any longer.

Wayne, covering his nose, got straight to the point, "Because of my constitution, you know, social trash always attracts social trash, and he really appreciates my talent."

"Pfft, shameless, both of you are jerks!"

Veronica was furious, her rage boiling over. She grabbed Wayne’s arm, executed a smooth shoulder throw onto the sofa, and then climbed on top of him, pinning him down.

That evening, she wore a white evening gown, a skirt.