Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 74 - 67 My Bank Manager Father

74: Chapter 67 My Bank Manager Father

74 -67 My Bank Manager Father

“Lundan has been very dangerous lately, especially at night.

Stay home and don’t go anywhere.”

Wayne received the message from the Glamor Lady teacher, nodded, and deeply agreed.

The nights in Lundan were shrouded in fog, which greatly weakened the mages’ perceptive abilities.

No one was sure what hid in the darkness, and no one could say for certain.

For example, those elusive urban legends—if even half were true, they would suffice to illustrate how terrifying the nights in Lundan could be.

Not to mention the distant ones, just take Yuliya, for instance.

The Death Knight’s warhorse was wandering around aimlessly at night and had become friends with the Evil Spirit Dog.

The two skeleton frames roamed everywhere after dark, and they were not very friendly to ordinary people.

If it weren’t for the fact that Yuliya and Ah Bin, beneath their ferocious appearance, had kind hearts and were unwilling to cause destruction everywhere, just these two alone could have stirred up quite a commotion.

Yuliya and Ah Bin could be kind, but as for other monsters, that was hard to say.

Wayne heeded his teacher’s advice and decided to avoid walking at night as much as possible.

Deciding instead to navigate the sewers.

Wayne released a white dove and found that this messenger bird was for one-time use; it didn’t fly far after being released but instead squatted down in a corner of the Detective Agency’s backyard.

You’d better keep away from that spot; it’s blocking Ah Bin’s doghouse.

To ordinary people, white pigeons were commonplace and unremarkable—as many squares had specially bred white pigeons—but in the eyes of mages, seeing a white pigeon easily brought to mind messenger birds, leading them to deduce that the owner was a mage.

Not wanting to expose his identity, Wayne waved to the white pigeon, threw a handful of corn as feed, and let out his own white pigeon to play with it.

“Coo coo coo———”x2

“Coo!”

After a brief exchange, Wayne’s white pigeon chased away the one-time-use pigeon, claiming all the corn, and looked at its owner with a tilted head.

That look seemed to say, when did you get involved with another bird behind my back!

Wayne rolled his eyes and promised not to casually bring pigeons home again.

Only then did the white pigeon relent and bowed its head to peck at the food that was all its own.

For the first time, Wayne realized that messenger birds also had territorial instincts.

Now the question was, would the Snowy Owl not chase away the white pigeon?

They were both for daily use, and there was no such thing as taking shifts for day and night duty.

“I’ve been careless!”

Wayne scratched his head.

Since things had reached this point, he could only let it be.

Thinking of the Snowy Owl that looked at people through its half-closed eyes, he anticipated the white pigeon knocking it over.

But that was only anticipation.

Owls might look adorable, but they’re veritable birds of prey, just like lions and tigers of the cat family—they’re at the top of the food chain with almost no natural enemies in the wild.

The white pigeon pecked at the corn on the desk while Wayne started to write vigorously, rushing to finish his diary entries.

He intended to mold his glorious image before the next victim appeared.

Half an hour later, Wayne put down his fountain pen and looked up toward the office door.

Someone was opening the door.

But it wasn’t a thief; by the scent of it, it was the Magician Girl who seemed to be drawn to the stench of the Tentacle Monster.

Veronica put away her keys, double-locked the entrance to the Detective Agency, pushed open the door to the office, and leaned on the door frame with her arms crossed: “I knew it was you, I knew you had come back.”

“How did you know, did the Butler tell you?”

Wayne inwardly admitted his mistake; he had promised his teacher not to reveal his whereabouts, yet he had still been exposed.

However, he couldn’t blame Philark.

Veronica was the Lando Family’s young lady; it made no sense for a servant to lie to his master for an outsider.

Wayne was slightly disappointed; after all, he wasn’t Philark’s master, and his status in Philark’s heart was not as high as Veronica’s.

He stood up and walked towards Veronica, arms outstretched to give her a hug for the long-awaited reunion, which was, quite expectedly, rejected by Veronica.

Veronica quickly walked over to the desk and sat down, flipping through Wayne’s diary with interest.

As someone keen on following up on updates, she was very intrigued by Wayne’s endless stream of lies and was curious about how many more fabrications he could come up with.

“A righteous and benevolent young man of society…”

Veronica was amused by the joke in the diary.

As a female university student, she was glad that she had encountered social trash and had been taken advantage of; these experiences helped her deeply understand the double nature of humans.

Those lessons had been taught by the teachers at school as well, who often reiterated them, but the knowledge gained from personal experience was much clearer and more vivid than the abstract teachings of the classroom.

“What about the rest?

Why is there no more?”

“Still writing it.”

“Here’s the pen, write now.

You write, and I’ll watch.”

“…”

Wayne closed the diary.

A diary is sacred personal privacy; enough was enough, and there was no sense in subjecting it to public execution time and again.

Veronica looked disappointed; she wanted to see more of society’s dark side.

Wayne changed the subject: “You still haven’t said, how did you know I had returned to Lundan, did the Butler tell you?”

“Philark didn’t say, I guessed it myself,” replied Veronica. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Veronica called the villa’s main house to reassure Wayne to wait a bit longer, and incidentally mentioned Chris’s 7th birthday, for which she had prepared a gift on behalf of Wayne.

The Butler, Philark, answered the call, indicating that Wayne was currently unavailable and would call back when he had the chance.

Veronica didn’t think much of it at the time, but when she called the next day and Wayne was still busy, she immediately realized that Philark was hiding something.

She went to the Detective Agency to confirm Wayne’s whereabouts and found out Philark really was lying.

Veronica looked at Wayne suspiciously, curious about what kind of skills this guy had to have managed to turn the Lando Family’s Butler into lying to his mistress.

Could it be that Philark had also read the diary?

Impossible, Philark was no fool.

On Wayne’s side, hearing Veronica’s response, he was greatly relieved.

The Butler was truly loyal; if only Veronica weren’t so clever, this ruse would have passed unnoticed.