Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 523 - 228: Young Man, Do You Want to Become a Naturalist Knight?

Chapter 523: Chapter 228: Young Man, Do You Want to Become a Naturalist Knight?

January 29th, hotel suite.

The rising sun’s rays penetrated the room through the window, bathing the black-haired Elf in sunlight, cloaking her in a hazy glow, dazzlingly elegant, the scene brimming with a mysterious beauty.

Wayne was working hard towards a minor goal, his repeated failures not dampening his enthusiasm but spurring him on, persistently trying to communicate with nature.

Hey, with my explosive temper, I refuse to believe in defeat!

The more he failed, the more meaningful his perseverance became; it’s as simple as that with an obsessive compulsiveness.

From last year to now, he had tried many positions and styles, repeatedly testing new hypotheses, learning from his failures, and eliminating incorrect answers.

Over the past few days, meditating peacefully, he discovered that his Elf Form had an unusually perfect fit with nature.

This realization filled him with energy. He rested only three hours a day, dedicating his sleep time to arduous training.

There was progress, but it still fell short of expectations.

Wayne was certain that Elves and nature had an inherent connection; his lack of success was due to his imperfect Elf Form, missing something crucial.

Nature, the sun, moonlight, and the trifecta of beliefs in the Life Alliance should have created a perfect balance, the formula flawlessly applied. In theory, there should be no imperfections.

But something was always slightly off.

Wayne blamed his insufficient level, believing that communicating with nature was too advanced for a Silver Mage, but at the Gold or Legendary Mage stage, he should be stable.

This theory was just speculation and not yet set in stone.

Take Philomena as an example.

Philomena was at least a Gold Mage, half a step away from full Mastery, just one step from becoming a Legendary Mage. Despite also being an Elf, she showed no signs of communing with nature.

Wayne had insight into both Philomena’s body and mind, having studied them thoroughly. It was a point of pride for him, nearly having her figured out completely.

Being a seasoned expert in researching Philomena, if he said there were no traces, then there were absolutely none.

Philomena proved that Wayne’s hypothesis was not universally applicable, but he still harbored a sliver of hope. One person’s failure didn’t mean he would fail too; his physique differed from hers.

At the Gold Mage stage, he was convinced he would be able to communicate with nature unhindered.

For now, he could only work on increasing his proficiency.

Thump, thump, thump!

The door was knocked.

Wayne opened his eyes, dissipated his Elf Form, rose to his feet and walked through the living room to open the door.

"Why aren’t you dressed?"

Veronica furrowed her brows as she glanced at Wayne, dressed in only underwear, showcasing a not unimpressive physique.

She took another look.

After transforming into an Elf, Wayne’s height had increased to two meters, hence why he had removed his clothes in advance.

He didn’t explain the real reason, and with a wink, he said, "There are people watching us, so we can’t get too close. I can only provide you with this kind of benefit through such a method."

Pfft, as if I’m envious!

Veronica retorted with a snort, "Hurry up and put on your clothes. It’s been three days, it’s time to go find the last Philosopher’s Stone."

Three days ago, the pair had arrived in Winchester. Wayne, ignoring the scripted arrangement, breezed through the challenges to obtain two Philosopher’s Stones, leaving the investigation group frazzled, the actors withdrawn, and the editors and directors meeting to rewrite the script.

To show goodwill and also to secure a decent rating, Wayne had spent the last three days wandering around with Veronica, pretending to be duped by false leads, much to the relief of the investigation group.

While the youngster was unruly, he was not entirely without an understanding of the rules.

Receiving Wayne’s goodwill, the investigation group redrafted the script. It was the same abandoned church, the same NPCs, just with a slightly raised difficulty level.

The head of the investigation group, Charlotte, took charge herself, pulling in four Silver Mages with masks to pose as NPCs in the abandoned church.

To avoid being completely overwhelmed in case of a confrontation.

This was the investigation group’s last stand of defiance!

Although the task was not done, the scores for the investigation group had already been set.

Disregarding the highest and lowest marks and taking the average, Wayne scored 80—unorthodox yet rule-abiding—and Veronica, who tried to follow the rules but was led astray, received 95. Selecting a few non-issue issues, the written report was completed.

If the two members of the Dark Squad also had no problems, then the two candidates from the Windsor District were settled.

"It’s a bit early, but whatever, I’ll change into some clothes, and we can head downstairs for breakfast before setting off."

Wayne glanced at the clock on the wall, dressed himself, and suggested, "If we’re lucky, we could be back in Lundan by this afternoon. How about it? It’s rare for us to travel far just the two of us, without Velia tagging along. How about a date before our return trip?"

"Before we left, mother warned me. We are candidates, under the scrutiny of many. I advise you not to mess around." Veronica said, tilting her head as she offered him his shirt, watching Wayne raise his arms in a gesture for help with his shirt, pretending she saw nothing.

"What’s the harm, we’re siblings, and it’s normal for siblings to go shopping and watch movies together."

"It’s not normal, there are no siblings like that."

"Then you haven’t seen..."

Wayne muttered under his breath, his proposed date being rejected, his face filled with disappointment.

Veronica also felt a tinge of regret. The two had spent days together maintaining a deliberate distance, fraught with the fear of loss, always feeling that Wayne’s affections had shifted and he didn’t like her anymore.

Damn Velia!

However, Veronica blamed Velia and planned to set her straight when they returned.

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Eight o’clock in the morning, abandoned church.

This church was located in the suburbs, originally nestled within a village. As the city transitioned to industrialization, rural inhabitants poured into the city to work, and along with the village, the church was abandoned.

meters from the church, there was a newly built cemetery. Further away was the old Royal Cemetery of Windsor, guarded and maintained, remaining in pristine condition.