Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 751 - 297 Frank’s Jokes Are Timeless

Chapter 751: Chapter 297 Frank’s Jokes Are Timeless

Missy’s mansion.

Wayne saw three heads huddled together playing cards, his shameless old face wedged in, and he started a new round of strip poker with a reshuffle.

No stripping, just stickers, and soon Velia’s face was no longer visible.

Good eyesight didn’t equal good luck, her fortunes really were rather average, always missing out on the hot action.

"Eh, isn’t that Brother Wayne, long time no see, the last time I saw you..."

Veronica thought about it and her eyes lit up, "I remember now, it was several years ago, if you don’t come home soon, you’ll miss my wedding."

Her tone was sarcastic and acidic, clearly not Veronica’s style.

Wayne didn’t think much of it and knocked on Velia’s head with a knife-hand.

Thump!

"Yaaah!"

Velia clutched her head, looking extremely wronged: "Veronica’s the one talking, Velia didn’t say anything, why hit Velia, Velia is so pitiful!"

"Veronica would never say anything so clever!"

Flattery will get you everywhere, keep talking!

Velia shook her head, turned away, and snickered stealthily.

This triggered an extreme dissatisfaction in Veronica, a once unbreakable alliance between the three instantly developed cracks, and their little boat began to leak right there and then.

The only reason it didn’t capsize was that Saina was too intimidating.

Wayne glanced at Chris, who kept her smile unchanged: "My work is mostly done, I will have some free time in the next few days, but only for these few days. The Queen just made a national broadcast, Windsor and Frank have declared war on Prussia, Austin can’t handle it alone."

Strictly speaking, Wayne wasn’t busy at all; the work was being done by Secretary Mona, but to manage his time reasonably and efficiently, he had to keep himself busy.

Only when he was busy could the three Magician Girls be busy as well; otherwise, they would congregate at Lando Manor, leaving it cold and deserted, to the sole benefit of Veronica.

Velia trembled, standing on her sisters’ side and asked, "What about Teacher Saina? Where has she gone? I haven’t seen her for days."

"She is the Divine Oracle High Priest of the Naturalism Church, busier than I am, and she’ll naturally return to Church headquarters after the mission is over."

Wayne took it for granted and looked at the three girls: "What else then, stay in Lundan forever?"

It proved that the best way to unite the inside was often a strong external pressure.

Now that the formidable foe had left, internal conflicts began to surface.

Chris put down her cards: "Veronica, I haven’t been home for many days, there are a lot of things waiting for me to do, I can’t stay with you today, but next time for sure."

"So do I, my parents have been urging me to come back these days." Velia nodded seriously.

Traitors!

You two traitors!

Veronica ground her teeth in secret, ’what home, what parents,’ they obviously wanted to sleep with her fiancé.

The three stared at each other, ending the card game on a sour note, and Veronica took Wayne’s arm: "It’s okay, with Wayne staying to play cards with me, you all go home."

"Alright." x2

Under Veronica’s stunned gaze, the brain and the general departed simultaneously, their departure as quick as if she’d caught the wrong person.

"Veronica, you caught the wrong person, I’m not the key issue, they are."

"..."

Veronica didn’t believe it, clung tightly to the scoundrel’s arm, and took the opportunity to sniff him.

Just in case, what if this scoundrel had carelessly left behind some evidence?

"Don’t be like that, I’m innocent with Saina, and besides, she’s been gone for days, any scent would have faded."

"She’s so beautiful and so... shameless, you definitely have thoughts about her." Veronica huffed.

"Emotionless is more like it, I’m not someone who’s easily led astray."

What about the upperclassman and Velia?

Veronica secretly wondered, knowing the answer but lacking the courage to ask outright.

That night, Wayne stayed at Lando Manor, the next day he returned to Wayne Manor, and on the third day, Velia asked him out to meet her parents.

...

West District, restaurant.

Guests conversed less about romance and gossip and more vehemently exchanged views on current international situations, eventually reaching a consensus and starting to tell Frank jokes.

Frank jokes never go out of style.

Anytime, anywhere, when you find Windsor folks too harsh to deal with, just tell a few Frank jokes.

By the window in the restaurant, the Watson family sat with Wayne.

This family’s composition was quite peculiar, an attention-attracting, muscle-bound bald father, a petite twenty-six-year-old mother, a daughter turning twenty-one next month, along with her boyfriend, a twenty-six-year-old needer-of-change.

What’s more peculiar, Wayne was the inheritor of the Sun Knight, Carter was Knight Entourage, and Wayne had reconstructed Carter’s mind and body, making him a follower of his faith.

Although Wayne had erased this memory and Carter was not clear about the truth, he still adored the Sun Goddess every day by pumping iron and wrestling, but he undeniably had a strong affection for Wayne.

Carter was aware that Wayne had other girlfriends, and any father, especially one as fiery as a fitness fanatic like him, would not tolerate that.

Even knowing this, Carter still had a strong liking for Wayne, rationalizing it by attributing it to Wayne’s inheritance as a knight. The more he saw, the more he admired it, nearly wishing Velia would pack her bags and move into Wayne’s house overnight.

Carter: The favor of saving one’s life, in addition to the subordinate relationship, is beyond repayment; you may take my daughter.

Seeing Carter’s look, Wayne knew it was time to act; any longer, it might be hard to guess what Carter might become, maybe even inviting him to the gym to work on those strong sphincter muscles wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility.

"Carter, I saw Sun Knight Leo on the Icebound Continent, there are some things I’d like to discuss with you alone," Wayne offered an invitation for a private talk after dinner, to which he eagerly nodded.