Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 937 - 345 Sloth: It sounds so fake, I can’t even be bothered to verify it.

Chapter 937: Chapter 345 Sloth: It sounds so fake, I can’t even be bothered to verify it.

Landau Manor, Study Room.

Recently, because Silvia removed the dragon blood curse, she had no worries and fully focused on reaching the realm of a legendary mage. Thus, she reduced her working hours and stayed home to refine her bloodline.

The relics of Saint George ensured the Landau family had no shortage of dragon blood. Silvia had enough resources and didn’t neglect her daughter-in-law, sparring with Veronica together in rigorous training.

When Wayne arrived, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law duo were bathing in the newly built underground base.

A dragon blood bath.

Hearing Wayne’s voice, the two changed into combat suits, with a simple autumn shirt on top.

Not seeing the little trash can for several days, Veronica strangely missed it, but due to her pride, she liked to remain silent, and as usual, she was a step slower.

Wayne: `)₃눈

"Teacher, don’t be like this. You’re too strong now, and I’m still a child, my bones are too fragile to handle it." Wayne waved towards Veronica for help, feeling he couldn’t breathe.

It was not very effective. Veronica coldly watched the mother and son, planning to give the son a hard punch when she caught him alone.

To see how far he could fly and to calculate how much strength had grown by comparing the parabolic distance.

"Wayne, when did you return, and how was the external investigation this time? Did you face any grievances outside? Look at you, you’ve lost weight." Silvia touched her good son’s face, portraying a worried mother for her son wandering outside.

"Teacher, Veronica is about to eat me."

Taking advantage of Silvia turning her head, Wayne broke free and escaped, saying, "The task went smoothly. I arrived last night and came to you both first thing."

"Such filial piety." Silvia nodded in satisfaction.

"Isn’t it possible that he came to see someone else, and you’re just along for the ride?" Veronica said snidely, wanting to hint that Wayne came to see his fiancée so the third wheel would tactfully step aside but felt embarrassed to speak out.

"Wayne, I don’t like this girl. Find another girlfriend."

"Teacher, please bear with it, she’s actually very nice."

"Can I endure this grievance?"

"You’ll get used to it."

"..."

Veronica: (눈‸눈)

She thought of a passionate phrase in her diary, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river," and felt it was quite appropriate.

"Teacher, I have something very important to discuss with you. Did Austin go to the Ministry of Magic today, or is he catching up on sleep after working late last night?" Wayne began to dig a pit.

"No, he’s resting today, shoveling manure at the stable."

"Does he have that hobby?"

"Not really. Yesterday he laughed very strangely, giving me a very annoying feeling, like a dark knight appeared in front of me, with some conspiracy planned, so I punished him by shoveling manure." Silvia explained the reason.

"Teacher, does he smile like this?"

Wayne raised his hand and rubbed his face, thinking of Austin flying far away, showing the joy of a successful scheme, with a smile creeping uncontrollably on his mouth.

"Exactly the same."

Silvia nodded repeatedly, then slapped Wayne on the head, lecturing, "Don’t learn things the wrong way, let alone learn from him, understand?"

"Isn’t it normal for a son to be like his father? How can it be called learning?" Veronica continued to speak snidely.

"Shut up, you’re an outsider." Silvia didn’t even turn her head.

Should I go, then?

Veronica stomped in anger, leaving footprints as she walked out of the base.

Wayne stepped forward to pull her back, speaking of adding her name to the house title, saying half of the future of this home belongs to her, which made Silvia cover her mouth and laugh.

Veronica turned her neck right, pridefully looking aside, as Wayne moved his face close, whispering, "Veronica, I missed you."

Veronica’s ears flushed slightly red, afraid Silvia would hear, stepped on Wayne’s foot, forbidding him to talk nonsense.

Then she secretly asked, "Really, how much did you miss me?"

"Missed you intensely."

That’s more like it!

After coaxing Veronica, Wayne continued, "Teacher, let’s go to your, no, to Austin’s study. I have some photos that I need to confront Austin with face-to-face."

"What photos?"

"Alas, unfortunate family matters!"

Wayne sighed heavily, claiming he couldn’t face people, then he covered Veronica’s face.

He refused to say what, intending to reveal the photos only in front of Austin. Silvia wasn’t accommodating to the riddle, showing her fist to Veronica: "Hand them over, you don’t want her to suffer grievances in our home, right?"

"..." x2

Veronica: Old hag, are you done yet, got addicted, right?

Wayne: Teacher, play with memes moderately, don’t end up tricking yourself.

Facing Silvia’s threat, Wayne could only step back, unwillingly taking out the photos, sighing as he placed them before Silvia: "Teacher, these are court evidence, control yourself, don’t tear them apart."

"So mysterious..."

Silvia furrowed her brows, took the photos, and looked through them one by one. Her face darkened as if cursed by the Dark Knight, especially the last photo, which directly brought her anger to a peak.

"Bastard, I’ll kill you today!"

With a boom, a gust of wind swept past Wayne and Veronica’s ears, and looking back, Silvia was already gone.

"What’s going on, did you mess up again?" Veronica stood with her hands on her hips.

"I didn’t, I wasn’t, I’m only a nameless photo transporter doing good deeds." Wayne waved his hands repeatedly.

"As if I’d believe you."

Veronica roughly guessed the content of the photos, the plot was familiar, she had experienced it once before, the difference being, the male lead switched from a little trash can to a big trash can.

Auntie’s anxious!

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Veronica was laughing heartily when Wayne pulled her into his arms.

Her face was flush red; both hands pressed against Wayne’s chest, trying to push him away. As he bit her lip, she closed her eyes, her lashes trembling with visible tension.

Though an old married couple, she was absolutely rusty, and her performance, which couldn’t escape from a sense of pride, reset to eight or nine hundred every three or five days if unseen.

Quite refreshing.

In the distance, a loud noise resembling thunder could be heard, as Veronica, like someone stealing, pushed Wayne away and spat twice on the ground to show her disdain.

Wayne stayed silent, swallowing a gulp visibly.

Veronica’s face flushed red instantly, clenching her fists, indicating the path for the little trash can to follow the big trash can in a spiral to the sky.

Judging from the noise just now, the big trash can flew far this time, sent by a dragon punch, leaping over the small forest, directly hitting Landau Manor’s boundary restriction.

Wish he’s okay!

"What photos did you show your mother, who is that woman, and why is she so angry?"

"The Queen."

"Where did you get the photos?"

"Site shots."

"As if I’d believe you."

Veronica didn’t believe it, and once again was held in Wayne’s embrace, hearing sweet talk, she replied sarcastically, "You’re so skilled, weren’t you just saying these to Senpai a few days ago?"

Never mind if it’s secondhand, as long as it’s sweet, right!

Wayne shook his head in denial, increasing the output of sugar-coated shells, soon pleasing Veronica’s joyous heart.

Uncertain if the timing was right, he wondered about the possibility of forming a team with the two of them.

Maybe a provocation tactic could be used, mentioning how Vilieth and Crist kissed.

Um, might not work, such a move would only get Bullhead Vilieth smashed by Pure-Love Dragon Blood.

Moments later, Veronica suddenly pushed Wayne away, straightened the golden hair by her ear, and confirmed that her clothes weren’t disheveled, then stood aside with arms crossed and a cold face.

Silvia hummed a tune, returning, looking refreshed, the process of relieving stress must have been enjoyable to imagine.

Austin.ZIP

Silvia didn’t avoid the outsider, beckoning Wayne with a finger as he approached and got taken down: "Stinky boy, where did you get these fake photos?"

"Teacher, they are real, did Austin deceive you with sweet words again?"

"He didn’t even have a chance to speak, he was already flying."

"Ah, this..."

"I’m asking you, where did you get these fake photos?"

"I asked acquaintances to dress up and take them."

Wayne raised an eyebrow, suspecting that without the dragon blood curse, the intelligence of dragon blood would skyrocket.

Wayne thought too much, this had nothing to do with the dragon blood curse. Silvia knew what kind of person Austin was, impossible to cheat on her with the Queen.

If it were Megan, maybe she’d believe it.

"Teacher, since you know it’s fake, why are you so angry?"

"Because I am truly angry!"

Makes sense, let’s pretend I didn’t ask.

Wayne rolled his eyes, seeing it clearly, this couple had some issues, one liked domestic violence, the other enjoyed being domesticated.

It’s confirmed that Austin’s a dark knight could attract the attention of a Dark Goddess related to his masochistic physique.

It’s a talent of sorts!

"What’s going on, why frame your father upon returning home, how did he offend you?"

"Teacher, I’m wronged!" Wayne whimpered, tears instantly welling up in his eyes.

"Poor child, come, let mama hug you, tell me, I’ll clean up that bastard."

Hugging is out, there are too many rumors going around, can’t let it get more absurd.

Wayne refused Silvia’s outstretched arms, embraced Veronica beside him, sobbing, "I just arrived in Lundan last night, hadn’t even sat my butt down, and got attacked by the pontiff of the Dark Church, insisting I slept with his daughter, the Dark Church’s Saint."

"!" x2

So, did you sleep with her or not? x2

Veronica figured he probably did, appearing calm, raised her hand to Wayne’s lower back, launched a dragon claw, twisted forcefully a few times.

"Hissssss—"

Wayne wasn’t in pain, but his cold sweat flowed as if it was painful: "Veronica, I said I was wronged, why are you so excited?"

"Hehe."

"See, you’re showing symptoms of being fooled, just like the pontiff last night, you’ve been tricked by Austin too, wake up! This is exactly what Austin wanted." Wayne said loudly.

"Wayne, how can the pontiff of the Dark Church be in Lundan?" Silvia intervened.

"There’s no need to guess, it’s definitely a rumor spread by a certain Dark Knight reaching the Dark Church headquarters."

Wayne was adamant, then said, "The pontiff ambushed, I fought him three or five hundred rounds to a draw, he marveled at my upright skills, not some woman deceiver..."

"Skip this part, get to the outcome."

"The outcome is Austin disclosed my whereabouts, led the pontiff to ambush me, these are the pontiff’s own words." Wayne cried hoarsely, pretending to be greatly wronged.

"You said this, and the pontiff believed?"

"Of course not, the Dark Church’s Saint was present, we confronted face-to-face, the pontiff saw the Saint was pure, immediately realized he was tricked by Austin, so confessed honestly."

Wayne sighed repeatedly: "Teacher, Austin transferred me away from Lundan, under the guise of training me, while in truth, cooperating with outsiders to deal with me. Knowing this approach cannot harm me, he just wanted to disgust me, so I disgusted him back."

"You are father and son, what’s the point of carrying on like this?"

Such fun!

Wayne inwardly disapproved; the game was addictive, couldn’t stop.

"Alright, I got it, regardless of who’s right or wrong, it’s his fault for teaming up with outsiders." Silvia maintained a pretty face, clenching her fist tightly.

Under Wayne’s unspeaking gaze, she held her composure for a while, not accruing enough anger until she took out a photo from her pocket, only then did her anger max out.

"Bastard, I’ll kill you today!"

Boom!

The strong wind swept, smoke flew into the distance.

(눈_눈) x2

"Veronica, won’t we become like this in the future?"

"We shouldn’t, that’s too sad, I don’t want to be like such an awkward old woman."

Veronica shook her head repeatedly, feeling embarrassed, her ideal role model was Saina, aiming to become an elegant, noble yet unruly big sister.

...

"Young master, the master has something to discuss with you."

Megan came to the underground base, found Wayne who had been waiting, they walked towards the main house. On the way, Megan hesitated, her pace gradually slowed.

"What’s wrong, Aunt Megan, if there’s anything, just say, I’ve got it covered."

The young master speaks so nicely!

Megan stopped, her face expressionless: "Young master, I saw those photos earlier, they are very similar but flawed, as long as the master explains a little, the misunderstanding is cleared."

I know, otherwise I wouldn’t have taken them out.

Wayne came to join this family, never thought to break it apart, except for Austin being the head, the rest was very satisfactory.

To not beat around the bush, he wanted to title Austin as the former master, thereafter this home having only Master Wayne, Lady Veronica, and Butler Fryer.

"What Aunt Megan says is very correct, could you point out the flaws, I guarantee not to repeat them." Wayne humbly asked for guidance.

"There is one person missing in the photos."

Megan lowered her voice: "Wherever the master goes, I follow, he never avoids me, so next time, include me in the photo, then it will be foolproof."

Stepmom, is your desire for progress that strong?

Wayne looked weird, Megan blushing red, hurriedly explained: "Young master, don’t misunderstand, that’s not what I meant."

"I see, next time without the Queen, only my father and stepmom."

"Young master, you still misunderstood."

"I’ve made up my mind, there’s no need to persuade further."

"If you insist so, I won’t persuade anymore."

Megan sighed slightly, what the young master wanted, she, as a housekeeper, couldn’t interfere, nor could she speak out, just hoping the young master wouldn’t overdo it: "Young master, keep it within limits, otherwise Madam will be very upset."

"Don’t worry, Teacher will only worry about you, the one in trouble will be Austin."

Study room, housekeeper, boundary.

Sofa, father and son, bandage.

Wayne sat on the opposite sofa, looking at the blood-stained bandage on Austin’s head, puzzled: "How come, only a few days without seeing each other, and you’re so gravely injured, who dared assault our Windsor Duke under bright daylight, have they no regard for the law?"

Austin couldn’t be bothered to argue with Wayne, replied irritably: "Did you meet Ivan last night?"

"Who is that?"

"Be serious with me!"

Austin frowned: "Previously you acted recklessly outside, I tolerated it, but this time it’s different, the Saint’s purity cannot be compromised, once the Dark Goddess discovers, the ones in trouble would not only be her but you and this family as well."

Dark Knight, you’re late, missing by a full twelve hours, Saint ceased her purity at dawn.

The lines are too villainous; Wayne didn’t say them out loud, nodded understandingly instead.

"Did you really listen, the Saint directly links to the Goddess, this isn’t a trivial matter!"

Hard to believe, but the Dark Goddess is the most anxious; if not for the Goddess pressing too hard, the Saint wouldn’t have lost her purity last night.

Wayne nodded repeatedly, not refuting anything Austin said.

Austin helplessly stepped back: "If really not possible, wait until the Saint retires, don’t mess around during her term, consider it my plea to you."

"Are you afraid of the Dark Goddess?"

"My power comes from her, what do you think?"

Austin displayed discontent, if a loner, he wouldn’t fear any deity; the Dark God’s envoys’ attack left lingering fears, causing a few nightmares.

Every awakening came with helplessness, intimidated yet nothing to do, hoping Wayne wouldn’t create more trouble.

Wayne touched his chest, currently, the deity most entangled with him was the Dark Goddess, Austin was the Dark Knight, Megan was the Dark Dragon, the lover was the Dark Saint, the new father-in-law was the Dark Church pontiff.

The Dark Goddess controlled many around him, all were her pawns...

Thirty years felt too long; he aspired to cross the Thames in three years.

Preferably three months!

"I guided Ivan to find you, intended as a warning, no other meaning."

"There is, right, you wanted to see my fun."

"No, you overthought it."

"Clearly yes."

Wayne rolled his eyes, Austin paid dearly to watch fun, the matter ends here, no need to pursue further, anticipating the next round.

Wayne waved, fetching the file bag from personal space, placing it on the table: "This is the investigation report of the Republic of Ailan, have a look, the cults behind it are the demons and King of Hell’s jealousy..."

Previously, Wayne had briefed Austin over the phone, the report was written by Mona, deleting much related to her, crediting Wayne for defeating the devil.

Austin didn’t doubt, the Envy’s Master’s reputation was vast, but only some thoughts descended to the world, Wayne being able to alone expel him wasn’t surprising.

Failure would be peculiar.

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A dismally dark Hell, Envy’s domain cloaked under a black dead sea.

Under the endless night sky, air seemed frozen, weighing heavily. The black sea’s surface was calm, every inch exuding a deathly aura, as if steeped in dense ink, cold, despairing, suffocating.

Waves lightly lapped at the shore, the sound was hoarse like the sighs of the dead or perhaps an otherworldly call.

This dead sea showed no signs of life, no seabirds, no fish, not a sliver of green plants could be found.

Only perpetual darkness and silence.

Occasionally, deep moans echoed, like a malicious curse, drifting in mid-air, dragging the curious into the endless abyss beneath the dead sea.

Bang!

"Those bastards, who says I’m boasting, I saw it with my own eyes, how could it be false!"

In the abyss’s gloomy shadow land, a magnificent black architectural compound stretched afar, inside a certain giant hall, a black-haired youth furiously slapped the table.

Master of Envy!

He kindly shared the latest heavenly joke, ended up being mocked by other demon kings for not being hellishly enough.

Pride: To say such unrealistic lies, you’re too arrogant.

Wrath: I considered you a brother, and you deceive me?

Sloth: Sounds fake, too lazy to verify.

Greed: Any other jokes, share more.

Gluttony: Enough is enough, you’re getting extreme.

Lust: Hershuno can’t possibly lose purity, haven’t acted yet, where does a mortal mage get the qualification?

Master of Envy was severely unsettled, thinking the joke would spread through hell, causing Hershuno complete disgrace, but every demon king thought he was concocting tales.

In demon kings’ words, while they may be devils, it’s sufficient deceiving humans, no need to self-deceive for enjoyment.

Speaking, they mockingly derided the Envy Master’s impoverished and easily satisfied vanity, so he withdrew from the chat group in anger.

Master of Envy didn’t meet several demon kings face-to-face, worried his weakened state would be exposed, leading to lost territory, further weakening when needing strength, forming a vicious circle.

Endure for tranquility, retreat fostered more angst, especially Pride’s proud visage, could he endure this grievance?

Pondering a moment, Master of Envy waved to summon a figure from his domain.

This shadow was formless, like mist, like water flow, devoid of fixed shape, only a Hellish wind-swept mask floated within.

The mask bore ears, nose, mouth, eyes, flame-red lips parted, fervently saying: "Great Master of Envy, what can I do for you?"

"How are those nocturnal lot progressing, have they opened the Hell gate?"

"Master of Envy, they seem to encounter difficulties, I heard rumors saying it’s the Death Knight’s non-compliance, continually causing trouble."

"Death Knight’s head is in Hell, how can he resist?"

"That’s the situation."

"A bunch of waste, can’t even handle a Death Knight, where’s the gall to dethrone a demon king?"

Master of Envy sneered once, from undercover intelligence, the likes of Night and Blood gathered, forming an alliance wishing to replace one of the seven Demon Kings.

He dispatched spies to investigate, obtaining unmistakable information, the demon alliance targeted the Lord of Lust, overseer of numerous succubi and architect of the seventh abyss’s lost paradise.

Master of Envy didn’t regard the demon alliance highly, nor believed the intelligence accurate, trusting demons’ words about deceiving humans, less so peers.

"Lust, on that side, any counteractions against the demon alliance?"

"None, Master of Lust recently gained a new favorite, indulging her for quite some time unseen." The shadow respectfully answered.

"What creature is so powerful?"

Master of Envy was curious, succubi’s juicing proficiency wasn’t mere words, the Master of Lust as their originator could endure so long under her, hardly an ordinary being.

"Unknown, allegedly akin to Master of Pride."

"???"

Could they pair together?

Would Pride fancy Lust?

Master of Envy instinctively disagreed, if Pride fancied, then so would he, continuing: "Here’s a task for you, choose a few loyal minions, bring them to me."

"My great master, do you have a new plan?"

"The old routine, send them to the mortal realm..."

Master of Envy set his sights on the Hell gate opened by the demon alliance, planning to use the Death Knight’s head for amusement, with straightforward and clear intentions, to prove himself truthful, Hershuno indeed lost purity and was hopelessly indulgent.

If conducive to lure Hershuno and her partner to Hell, performing live before all demons, it couldn’t be better.

Thinking about it brought some excitement!

Decided, he’d risk sacrificing another part of his thoughts, there’s no reason for another failure.

No eternal losing, surely a comeback victory should be near!

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Thirteen thousand words, seeking monthly ticket!