Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 555 - 238: Let’s form an alliance in the name of our 100-year friendship_3

Chapter 555: Chapter 238: Let’s form an alliance in the name of our 100-year friendship_3

Veronica couldn’t resist, she mounted the trash can and punched the face before her, still with the same phrase, "Don’t sully the White Moonlight’s good name."

Wayne supported Veronica’s legs, helping her stabilize her stance to punch better, saying without mincing words that he had long noticed the junior’s admiration for her senior, harboring some unspoken feelings.

It was understandable, with her teacher often away from home and not handling domestic matters, Veronica had few friends. The witty and courageous Vili could only serve as a best friend, unable to act as a confidante and big sister to make up for the affection Veronica was missing.

The tender, kind, and especially caring Kris entering Veronica’s world filled part of that void, like a trace of White Moonlight dispelling the darkness, holding an extraordinary significance for Veronica.

Wayne pondered that if he hadn’t shown up in time, if the teacher hadn’t returned to work in Lundan, following this trend, the juniors and seniors would have been comforting each other.

It was a night of flashing lightning, the trio got together for a drink, Vili was bullied and knocked down with a punch, and the tipsy Veronica...

Lacking material to embellish the story, Wayne couldn’t conjure up many details; he hadn’t witnessed this scene with his own eyes.

As he thought about it, familiar material joined in automatically, him personally rubbing his hands, climbing in through the window, and joining in at Kris’s invitation.

The thunder splits the woodshed, best sisters under one blanket.

"Hehehe..."

Slap!

Veronica landed a punch on Wayne’s face, scolding, "What are you thinking about, laughing so obscenely?"

"I was thinking of you."

"Liar."

"I was thinking of the senior."

"You’re still talking!"

Teased into anger, Veronica unleashed a barrage of normal attacks to fix the trash can, firmly believing Kris wouldn’t steal her things, that everything was society’s garbage spreading rumors, trying to tarnish the White Moonlight.

"You don’t believe a liar, you don’t believe the truth, then my honesty goes to waste!"

Wayne glanced at Veronica, saw she didn’t believe him at all, and pressed his advantage to tease a few more sentences, "If you have the guts, keep insisting, but later when you see me kissing Kris, you better not get mad."

Veronica refused to back down, vowing to defend the White Moonlight’s purity, and the conversation escalated, heating up the atmosphere.

Having exhausted his strategies, Wayne produced a gleaming dagger, his face flushed with the guise of a gambler, "Since you won’t believe anything I say, then write it down, and don’t get mad when the truth comes out."

"Write it then. If it’s not true, you’ll have to apologize to the senior in front of me." Veronica shouted, her eyes red, demanding Wayne to write down the bet and swiftly signing her own name.

Two copies, both signed and sealed, both felt secure.

Satisfied, Wayne brought up the previous topic, wrapped his arms around her slim waist with sweet nothings, and leaned in for a kiss.

Bang!

"Go to hell!"

He got a fist instead of a kiss.

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That night, Wayne changed into clean clothes and took Veronica next door for a visit.

"I warn you, don’t get too close to any other candidates, and don’t talk about using your charm to deceive, I won’t fall for that trick," Veronica walked on the forest trail, warning the social garbage not to mess around.

Leaving aside the bodyguards assigned due to district arrangements, each Holy Maiden candidate was exceptional in her own right, and physical appearance was also a standard for assessing talent.

In other words, all beautiful girls.

"Sister Veronica, I’ve always been just talking. Aside from you three, I’ve never actively pursued anyone else, the Crystal Ball has already proved my innocence," Wayne replied smoothly, taking the opportunity to sigh as if aggrieved.

Veronica didn’t listen and warned him again as they arrived at the neighbor’s door. She pointed at the house number, surprised, "Why is our No. 4 villa next to No. 8? Where’s No. 3?"

One and two, three and four, that’s how it should go, so how did No. 4 end up with No. 8 as a neighbor?

"Who says the first-ranked house has to be next to the second..."

Wayne Lando, halfway through his sentence, stopped and changed his words, "Who knows, perhaps it’s arranged by the headquarters; nothing is absolute in this world. Write it down, it might be the Holy Maiden selection’s passphrase."

He walked forward two steps and knocked on the door. Soon, the door gently opened and the handsome young man who looked at Wayne was visibly startled.

A man...

The bodyguard next door?

The young man had a notably handsome face with naturally curly deep brown hair and a unique temperament between his brows.

It could be melancholy.

Wayne didn’t understand; he was always happy and didn’t grasp what melancholy was.

There’s no need for a detailed description of his looks; they were not much different from his own—a handsome guy sums it up.

"Hello, I am Wayne, a candidate living in Villa No. 4, Wayne Lando, and this is my sister Veronica." Wayne extended his hand with a warm smile; his persona was that of a sunny and cheerful big boy, innocent of scheming.

Why is Villa No. 8 next to No. 4?

Furthermore, the Windsor Language...

The young man was puzzled but politely took Wayne’s hand and replied, "Alex Lambell, it is an honor to meet you."

"Just call me Wayne."

Wayne, acting familiar, reinforced his simple persona and said, "My sister and I live next door. I was curious about who my competitor was and came over to introduce myself. I hope I haven’t disturbed your rest."

"No disturbance; my sister and I have just arrived and are sorting through our luggage."

"What a coincidence, are you and your sibling also staying here?"

"Yes."

Alex, being modest, was quickly won over by Wayne in just a few words and politely invited the Lando siblings inside, also calling for his own sister, Dusa Lambell.

The girl, around eighteen or nineteen years old and a head shorter than Veronica, shared the same hair color as Alex, indicating that they were siblings by blood.

Unlike Wayne and Veronica, who didn’t resemble each other at all, one could only claim they were half-siblings from the same father.

Dusa, though young, was exceptionally attractive, with perfectly matched facial features, eyes as blue and crystal clear as amber, and naturally curly deep brown hair that exuded a charming fragrance, adding a subtle grace to her overall beauty.

She was, indeed, worthy of being a Holy Maiden candidate, truly beautiful.

Dusa didn’t speak much and, like Veronica, stood behind her brother, quiet and reserved.

The two brothers conversed, and Alex introduced himself, explaining that he and Dusa were representing the Frank district in the Holy Maiden selection and hoped to cooperate in the future.

"Of course, I love Frank cuisine the most," said Wayne, swiftly switching to Frank language, enthusiastic as he spoke, "Winning or losing isn’t important; what matters is participation, long live friendship."

Veronica tilted her head, surprised to find out that Wayne knew a foreign language.

Where had he learned it, and he even knew beautiful women from Frank?

The two brothers talked for an hour, and Alex’s impression of Wayne was excellent, giving him a score of 90. He found Wayne to be a humble and elegant noble gentleman.

The reason for not giving a perfect score wasn’t to prevent Wayne from becoming arrogant, but because Wayne was too enthusiastic, and Alex was not adept at handling such familiarity.

"Alex, this territory belongs to Prussia. With the headquarters’ four candidates and Prussia’s two, we have six strong competitors. We can’t match them if we act alone," Wayne analyzed, sincerely adding, "Let’s form an alliance, for the sake of our hundred-year friendship!"

Are you sure about the hundred-year friendship?

Alex was silent for a moment and, seeing that his sister didn’t object, probably accepting the proposition, nodded and firmly shook Wayne’s hand, "For a hundred years of friendship, let’s ally against Prussia."

In the current international climate, we can set aside the hundred-year friendship; anyone can win, except Prussia must not.