Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 871 - 328

Chapter 871: 328

When Veronica heard it was about family interests, she was even more annoyed. Why did they always send Wayne for external negotiations every time? Couldn’t they just throw Austin out there and let the playboy rekindle his old profession? What’s wrong with that?

Veronica glanced at Chris skeptically and said, "Senior, you’re acting so weird today. The High Priest is your teacher, and not only are you not mad, but you’re also speaking in her defense. Are you being threatened?"

"Ah~~~"

Chris sighed deeply. No threats, but a lot of pressure, all coming from Moonlight Knight Dreyne.

According to Dreyne, since the rice had already been cooked into a meal, they might as well make a mistake into a blessing and go all out, tying Wayne down firmly so he would obediently become the heir of the Moonlight Knight.

Dreyne had a momentary lapse of reason while playing cards and made the decision right there.

It was hard to say what she was thinking at that moment—whether she was standing from the Church’s perspective or helping her protégé score girls, or maybe both.

"I won’t get angry. This is nothing compared to the worse scenes I’ve been through." Chris covered her face with her hand. That night, after Wayne had handled her, he even brought Viley into the mix.

Female, male, female;

Female, scoundrel;

Scoundrel, female;

Seductress.

It was terrible!

Seeing Chris stuttering and blushing with both embarrassment and anger, Veronica couldn’t help but get curious. She smelled fun brewing and urged her to spill the details.

Chris, finding it hard to speak, skipped the topic altogether. "It’s not important. The good news is that my teacher is thick-skinned and not very smart."

"No way! She is the High Priest, the top responsible person of the Moonlight Church in Windsor. How could she be a dummy?"

Veronica didn’t believe it. Comparing her to her own mother, Hefei, who was also a High Priest—although hot-tempered, unreasonable, vexatious, fond of making up stories, and especially fond of domestic violence—but putting aside these flaws, she was generally intellectually competent.

"Not that kind of dumb, it’s more like... how should I say it, she’s naïve."

Chris briefly described her teacher. These old ladies become more naive as they age, mouthing off impressively but when it comes to putting theory into practice, all that knowledge proves utterly useless.

It’s only fit for the menu.

Especially Dreyne, when she played cards with her, she couldn’t help but boast about her past exploits, making one believe she was a veteran in love with vast experiences with men.

Laughable, she doesn’t even know what a booty call is.

Clearly, she hasn’t been ruined by scumbags.

Philomena, on the other hand, had been ruined because the scumbag acted well, portraying a monogamous persona. She had no clue about her own heartbreaking cheating situation, and with zero experience handling rivals, they posed no real threat.

"So, senior, what exactly are you planning to do?"

Suddenly, Veronica saw a glimpse of Viley in the figure of White Moonlight.

Chris didn’t answer directly but counter-asked, "Veronica, do you find my teacher attractive?"

"Uh..."

Veronica thought for a moment. Her face was veiled in white gauze so she couldn’t see her entire face clearly, but her dignified posture and distinct aura made her involuntarily salivate, likely she must be stunning.

"Gulp!"

"..."x2

"Senior, don’t get me wrong, I’m just... just a bit hungry." Veronica defended herself with a blushing face. She only had one White Moonlight, no matter how beautiful the outside temptation was, she merely appreciated it superficially.

"Pretty, right?"

"Ordinary fare."

"How does she compare to Mage Saina?"

"Probably about the same." Veronica compared the two, almost swallowing her saliva again.

"What if we used her to deal with Saina?"

"Hissssssss—"

Veronica gasped in admiration. Drawing a tiger to drive off a wolf, ingenious, utterly brilliant.

Veronica nodded repeatedly, praising her senior’s wisdom, truly worthy of being her White Moonlight, far more sophisticated than Viley’s clumsy tricks.

The great general, adept in both intelligence and might, securing her could stabilize the empire, promptly streamlined the team, single-handedly kicking out the strategist.

"Veronica, what are you guys talking about here?"

Viley bouncily came up behind them, poking her head in and overheard Chris discussing the "drawing a tiger to drive off a wolf" strategy, breaking into a sweat.

While drawing a tiger to drive off a wolf might sound ideal, with a wolf ahead and a tiger behind, how should they deal with it?

"..."x2

Veronica’s forehead sweated coldly. The great general was still young, unable yet to stabilize the empire, she immediately called back the fired strategist.

"No no no, you two don’t understand how complicated the situation is. Another beauty has appeared around Wayne, clearly an old Legendary Mage, yet she looks stunningly young, no less beautiful than my teacher or Mage Saina."

"What, are there really three such Old Witches?"

"How could there be so many? You’re not fooling me, senior. I don’t want to scare you, but this will give me nightmares!"

"She’s the Holy Maiden of the Dark Church!"

"..."x2

"Senior, do you actually know what a Holy Maiden is?"

"Not sure, but I know who Wayne is."

"..."x3

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Here, three heads huddled together, surrounded by formidable foes, forging a bond as strong as gold. Under Chris’s cunning plan, they discussed the feasibility of recruiting Philomena as their main general.

Typically clueless, Philomena was just lacking in experience. If recruited and taught superior theoretical knowledge, given Philomena’s capabilities, she could easily assemble her own team.

Vernar and Deit, the twins, were her loyal protectors.

Meanwhile, in the garden at the birthday venue, meant to entertain members of the Sun Church of Lundan.

They had come to celebrate Viley’s birthday, with burly men clustering into a bustling bunch, and the womenfolk on the other side, each group distinctly separate, differing in style, hardly appearing to be from the same Church.